Chapter 85 Kill or not kill
Guo Zhenbei came to the side of the community hospital on the first floor and opened the sliding window to look out.
At the gate of the community hospital, the zombies are still attacking the door of the hospital. When Guo Zhenbei just opened the window, a zombie of the black crow immediately got up. They stretched out their noses and smelled in the air, and the strong smell of blood was attracting their attention.
"Fujiro, get ready!"
Teng Lang was notified from the radio, and Guo Zhenbei threw the backpack with a strong smell of blood from the window on the first floor from afar.
"Woo..."
The zombies made a low, sound like a consonant. What they did was pushing and surging in like a tide.
"Whey!"
Guo Zhenbei closed the window and even closed the curtains. The outside world is disgusting. The world in the curtains is so quiet, just like in the past. Guo Zhenbei couldn't take care of the attraction of such an environment and ran desperately to the other side of the building.
"Shh... there, let's go!"
At this moment, Teng Lang, who had arrived outside, was holding a pneumatic nail gun in his hand, and his voice came from the radio. Guo Zhenbei jumped on the window sill and looked at it. Although blood is very attractive to zombies, there are as many as hundreds of zombies in the community. They surrounded the back with the smell of blood layer by layer.
"It doesn't matter, we give them more flavor!"
Guo Zhenbei, who jumped off the window sill, took off the blood grenade and threw it far away.
"Wo!"
The loud voice and more bloody smell attracted the zombies to run away. Even when they passed by Guo Zhenbei, they were not interested in his "living creatures" who were full of corpse fluid and lacked the smell of blood.
"Although winter makes it more difficult for us to survive, at this time, due to the thick clothes we wear, the body odor is not easy to emanate. And this will make most of the food stored everywhere will not rot within 3 months! The winter of biochemical death is not so bad!"
Listening to the carefree Teng Lang's words on the radio, Guo Zhenbei recalled the bottom line given to him by Yang Yanzi.
"3 months!"
Guo Zhenbei, who was running on the road, shook his head. He didn't look forward to the future for three months. He only hoped that in a month and a half, he would be satisfied when he could return home and see that his mother was safe and sound. As for saving the world, he, who has always been a loser, has never thought of that boundless thing.
He took a quick step under his feet, and he wanted to follow Yang Yanzi's order to give him alone.
"copy their old nest and cut off their back road!"
Hurry up, one of them has climbed over. This guy doesn't have enough courage. But then another guy on the rope came over, and I couldn't stop it!"
In Yang Yanzi's anxious urging, Guo Zhenbei and Teng Lang accelerated their speed. If you meet a zombie or zombie animal that has "meaning" to them, you will be rewarded with an arrow, and if you have more, you will directly turn it into a "blood grenade" and turn it into your own corpse.
"At this time, my God, this dead swallow is so confident in me. Knowing that I had just fought with the zombies, I also said that I must have the strength to climb the building. Mom. Is this dead swallow crazy?"
As usual, in the face of such a difficult action, Guo Zhenbei wanted to curse the "dead swallow" and vowed to "fry, braise, and make swallow soup"!
Guo Zhenbei, who is running, has gradually grasped the situation in Yang Yanzi's introduction.
That group of bad guys is the person who beat the injured Teng Lang. At this moment, they have arrived upstairs opposite Yang Yanzi's house, and one of them is passing through the rope bridge. At this time, Yanzi was threatened by Zhao Yongzhu and could not attack the people who were coming.
Of course, this is a dangerous situation, because of the "base" of Guo Zhenbei in Yang Yanzi's family. Food, weapons, and even the workshop are all the things they rely on to live in this world.
"These guys don't understand that human beings have few living people. Why do they kill each other?"
Guo Zhenbei, who was running, had an indescribable anger. He didn't know how strong people's greed was. Even in this era full of horror, we still want to plunder other people's things.
Looking up at the falling water pipe, climbing the building is no longer a difficult thing for Guo Zhenbei. He and Teng Lang deliberately went around to the far end of the residential building, so that the people who pay attention to the situation in front of them should not notice them.
As long as they cut off their back road, they can block all three people in mid-air.
"You go!"
Teng Lang held a pneumatic nail gun to provide vigilance for Guo Zhenbei. At this time, the nearby zombies were all around several "self-body bodies" made of blood grenades by Guo Zhenbei and had not been taken care of to deal with them.
Unlike Teng Lang, Guo Zhenbei, who began to climb the stairs from the water pipe, was a little worried. He breathed the cold air from the mask lifted from the motorcycle helmet. Looking at the roof getting closer and closer, Guo Zhenbei's heart began to be nervous.
"Did you kill people this time?"
After all, when he deals with these people, he has to face such a serious problem. That is, I'm afraid he has to face the danger of killing people. Although it is completely out of the need for self-defense, killing and killing zombies are always completely different concepts.
The situation on the roof is indeed as expected. Those malicious people pay attention to the confrontation between Yang Yanzi and Zhao Yongzhu and ignore the existence of Guo Zhenbei. Guo Zhenbei looked downstairs. At this time, Teng Lang was climbing up along the water pipe with a pneumatic nail gun steel tank on his back.
"Tseng Lang, are you okay? Pay attention to safety?"
Guo Zhenbei was worried about the injury on Teng Lang's arm, and the sound of Teng Lang when he worked hard came from the radio, which made him a little worried. I'm afraid that the most useful and reassuring person in their group is Teng Lang.
"What, why don't you, Brother Zhenbei, hold me up! You'd better pay attention to those guys. Don't be hurt by them, or..."
"Don't worry, I will look at the dead swallow!"
Every time he said this and found a lot of trouble for himself, Guo Zhenbei had an inexplicable pleasure in his heart. The crossbow in his hand was flat, his eyes were through the bright red light spots above, and the window-style red dot sight looked at the confrontation in the distance. The red dot fell on the two people who were parallel to him, who were specially asked to pay attention to by Yang Yanzi.
For some reason, he felt that he could hit their heads with an arrow at such a distance. Therefore, Guo Zhenbei did not open the laser sight, but just stared at each other with his eyes.
At this moment, except for the difference between killing and killing zombies in his mind, nothing can stop him from eliminating the three malicious people.
So how should Guo Zhenbei choose?
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