Chapter 87 Killing for the First Time

Just as Second Master Lin Zhenglin was proud, another hitman under him was surprised to find that a laser was aimed at Lin Zheng's head. This cold tattooed man is the oldest brother who has been with Lin Zheng. Although the friendship on the road is only because of interests, he doesn't want Lin Zheng to hang up at this time after following him for so long.

"Second master, get your ideas! That side!"

A gentle hint turned Lin Zhenglin's joy into worry. He didn't expect that he was so careless that he was attacked. The corners of his eyes looked in the direction indicated by his hands, and the scene there made his heart tremble.

Teng Qing knelt on one knee and held the crossbow in her hand. It was exactly the kind of crossbow with "national rescue". Lin Zheng knew that the shooting distance of this thing is no more than 100 meters, but its power is quite strong. At this moment, the laser is shooting on my head. I'm afraid that with an arrow, my head can't be preserved.

"You..."

Give a hint to the cold-blooded tattooed man around him with a low voice and a wine. After receiving the reply from his eyes, Second Master Lin Zhenglin turned around.

"Haha, isn't this Miss Teng? Don't be nervous, don't be nervous. I'll just put down the gun!"

The raised hands with a smile on his face, including the action of slowly lowering the gun, made Teng Qing's heart wide. Although Teng Qing is a hot girl, it is obvious that she has never experienced such a scene, and she has less experience.

"Teng girl, recruit a guy!"

When Teng Qing was wide-minded and alerted that he was just lax, Lin Zheng's cold-blooded tattooed man shouted loudly. This made Teng Qing, who was suddenly nervous, unconsciously move the laser point of the crossbow in her hand away from Master Lin's hairless head, which immediately put her in danger.

Like Teng Qing, Qi Jiaqiang, the crossbow in his hand also pointed to the thin-haired bald head. Looking at his arrogant appearance, he must be the leader of that group of malicious people. As the saying goes, the thief captures the king first, and the natural goal should be Lin Zheng.

However, he and Teng Qing made the same mistake. If it were his brother Qi Jiasheng, he might stare at the cold-blooded tattooed man while Teng Qing was staring at Lin Zheng.

Without a little experience, Teng Qing and Qi Jiaqiang were immediately in danger in the tacit cooperation between Lin Zhenglin and his men.

Lin Zheng's pistol, which was about to be put down, was raised at this time. He could no longer care about Teng Qing's beauty. In this world, what is more important than your own life? The Type 54 pistol in his hand was raised, and he was about to kill Teng Qing with one shot.

"You dead Tengqing, if you want my grandfather's life, I can't care about pity!"

Lin Zheng's finger pulls the trigger, and he is a person who knows how to shoot. Unlike ordinary people, when they wear a pistol, they have to pose like 007. In front of the left foot and behind the right foot, the buttocks are raised and leaned forward, and the hands are slightly bent slightly to the right...

This is the standard pistol shooting posture. Based on this, it can be considered that Teng Qing is probably in a disaster.

"Oh no!"

Teng Lang, who was next to Guo Zhenbei, shouted. As a soldier, although he had never been to the battlefield, he was much more vigilant than his sister Teng Qing and Qi Jiaqiang. However, he was holding a pneumatic nail gun for killing zombies. He was really willing but not strong enough to deal with Second Master Lin Zhenglin, who was dozens of meters away.

"Alas, this is all life!"

Everything was clearly seen in Guo Zhenbei's eyes, and he sighed in his heart.

As mentioned earlier, he is not going to kill anyone. Even previous novels, TV or other works of art often take the moral decline of human beings at the end of the world as a story. But that's not an absolute thing. The reason is very simple. The world is relatively existing, so naturally there is nothing absolute.

He just wants to be a small farmer in the end of the world, but he doesn't care who will rule the world. According to Xiaomin's thoughts, it is not strange that any company has to pay taxes and food on the same day.

But now, he has to make a choice!

Looking through the window-style red dot sight of the crossbow in his hand, he stared at Lin Zhenglin's head, who didn't have much hair. Just like a veteran, although the cold-blooded tattooed man beside Lin Zheng shouted in an attempt to divert the target. But that is of no use to Guo Zhenbei.

Seeing that the Type 54 pistol raised by Second Master Lin Zhenglin has been aimed at Teng Qing, then it is time for Guo Zhenbei to make a choice.

There is no hesitation or worry. Guo Zhenbei's fingers pulled the trigger smoothly, and the bow string of the crossbow made a low "buzz" sound.

"Huh, go to hell, you stinky woman!"

Almost at the moment when the 54 pistol in Lin Zhenglin's hand was about to be fired. After a low sound, a short crossbow penetrated his skull, and the sharp pain immediately blurred Lin Zheng's consciousness.

"Damn it, the geese are pecked by the geese all day long!"

With this last thought, Lin Zheng arched his head to the ground. At the moment before he died, he understood that the other party was absolutely not simple. On one side is an open threat, and on the other hand, there is a secret ambush. In addition, he understood another thing.

"People are not enough to swallow elephants. If I partner with them, maybe..."

However, it's too late. He has lost his rich life!

After Guo Zhenbei shot a life-saving crossbow, he was also stunned, because he had just taken a person's life. Of course, Yang Yanzi's "indoctrination" to him made him understand that this was almost inevitable, and he could do it very well.

However, even if it is a soldier, a new recruit who has never been on the battlefield kills his first life, the shock in his heart cannot be expressed in words.

Despite the great shock in his heart, Guo Zhenbei immediately moved the telescopic stock of the crossbow in his hand. The simple connecting rod mechanism made him easily stringed and immediately aimed at the other cold-blooded tattooed man.

But he was a sensual guy. When Lin Zhenglin was overturned by Guo Zhenbei, he immediately abandoned his weapon. He not only threw the crossbow, but also the small-caliber steel ball pistol in his hand.

"I surrender, I surrender, I'm forced!"

He shouted loudly to let everyone understand that the immediate crisis had been solved. Teng Qing glanced at Guo Zhenbei with grateful eyes, but this time the crossbow in her hand was on the head of the cold-blooded tattooed man in front of her. Qi Jiaqiang, who had returned, also half held up his camp axe. This time, he could guarantee that the guy in front of him could cut off his head with a little movement.

Everyone was relieved at this time, including Zhao Yongzhu, who left his weapon, and even Luo Guangrong, the flattered man on the second floor. However, no one knows that Guo Zhenbei paid for his first murder!

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