Chapter 88 I'm not Jiang Bandit Army

"This damn bastard!"

When Guo Zhenbei came to the body of Second Master Lin Zhenglin, Qi Jiasheng was busy. Probably Yang Yanzi can always analyze Guo Zhenbei's mood at this moment, so this order was directly issued by her.

A needle pierced Lin Zheng's blood vessel, the plastic tube was connected to a bottle, and another plastic tube was stretched out from the mouth of the bottle. On the other end is a Coke bottle, which was pinched to form a pressure difference. Through the tension of the plastic bottle, the blood of Second Master Lin Zhenglin was sucked out of his blood vessels.

In contrast, the amount of blood is even more than what Guo Zhenbei brought back from the community hospital. An adult's blood volume is about 7 kg, 4,000 to 5,000 ml, which is enough to fill two large 2.5-liter coke bottles.

Guo Zhenbei came to Lin Zheng's body and looked at him and was angry. At this moment, the crossbow he shot was still stuck in Lin Zheng's head.

"Brother Zhenbei, here you are!"

At this time, Qi Jiaqiang was still covered with black corpse fluid. He had a 54 pistol and several magazines in his hand, which was Lin Zheng's weapon. In addition, there is also a small-caliber steel ball pistol made on earth. Guo Zhenbei took it in his hand and looked at the earthen-made pistol, which was like a reduced version of a double-barrow shotgun. The bent gun body is loaded with only two rounds of ammunition. The bullet is a small-caliber shell with bearing steel beads.

"Teng Lang, take it!"

Guo Zhenbei looked at Lin Zheng's body and handed the pistol to Teng Lang's hand. He felt that it was more appropriate to give this kind of thing to a soldier. Since Guo Zhenbei killed people for the first time, he has been following Teng Lang beside him. He took the small-caliber steel ball pistol and bullets, and handed the 54 pistol to Guo Zhenbei.

"Take the gun, and give the steel ball gun back to Xiao Lang. This thing is not very useful to deal with zombies, but it is a little useful to deal with perverts!"

"I don't want yours, Nuo. The guy who just passed still has one in his hand. I will ask him for it myself!"

For Teng Qing, a sister who didn't know how to appreciate, Teng Lang curled his lips.

"Don't forget it. I'll give it to the swallow. She must not know what's good or bad like someone!"

"Well, I won't argue with you, and I won't look at when it will be. There are still so many words!"

After Teng Qing snorted coldly, she pointed to Guo Zhenbei with her eyes, hoping that her brother would understand that Guo Zhenbei's mood must be very heavy.

It's true. After killing someone for the first time, Guo Zhenbei vomited. However, before coming from the rope bridge, Fujiro was lucky that he was not seen by the tattooed man who had just surrendered in front of him.

"That night, you shot me with a gun, right?"

The cold-blooded tattooed man looked up at Teng Lang, and his face was as gloomy as the sky that was going to snow in winter. But he did not drop his weapon and kneel in front of Yang Yanzi to beg for mercy like Luo Guangrong, the flattered man on the other side of the building. On the contrary, the bachelor answered two words, and he would kill as soon as he wanted to, and he would never frown.

"It's me!"

"Well, I knew it was you!"

Before Teng Lang opened his mouth again, he threw a cigarette at him. You should know that at this time, cigarettes are definitely a scarce material. If it hadn't been for Guo Zhenbei and others who cleaned up all the 5th floor, the cigarettes would not have been opened and smoked casually.

The cold-blooded tattooed man didn't say anything. He reached out to take it and lit the fire with the ZIPPO in Teng Lang's hand. He took a deep breath and spit it out for a long time.

"Huh..."

"Hey hey, it's been broken for several days!"

Teng Lang forced the cold-blooded tattooed man with his eyes, but he didn't want to kill him. Before coming, Guo Zhenbei made it clear that there are not many Chinese people in the world at present. And according to speculation, if Yang Yanzi's analysis is correct. So perhaps the once most populous Chinese nation has become the most dangerous place in the world because of its weakest prevention and former population.

"If you can't kill, don't kill!"

Since Guo Zhenbei gave the order, in line with the habit of soldiers, Teng Lang will not violate the order.

"Yes, it's been broken for a long time. There are many rich people in this community, and there are many bastards who are afraid of death!"

Looking at the cold-blooded tattooed man, he looks like a lifeless man.

"Haha, who said no? It's not that we found a tobacco dealer, and we didn't smoke enough!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man didn't look at Lin Zheng, who was contributing the last drop of blood to his body, and then frowned and pouted desperately to suck the cigarette in his hand.

"I was the one who hit you that day. I'm not afraid of death, but when I finish smoking this cigarette, you hit me on the head, don't let me suffer too much!"

Look at Lin Zheng's body again. He swallowed his cigarette even more.

"And there is less bleeding on the head... You... You want blood to deal with those zombies!"

Teng Lang put his hands on his waist and looked like a winner.

"Hey, you're really uneducated. That thing is called zombie. Haven't you seen Resident Evil and The Walking Dead? Oh, you have a good head, but your head is a little muddy. Let me tell you about the international trend and enlighten you. At present, governments around the world may no longer exist, but if we judge correctly, the virus should come from the Fusang Empire... And they have been prepared for a long time. I'm afraid they have the most survivors. What can you think of? I'm afraid we will face another eight-year War of Resistance Against Japan!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man looked up at the clear sky and begged for God.

"Please, brother, what era is this? Do you only think I'm Jiang Bandits? I know you have been a soldier, and you don't have to do politics with me. Let's fight the offensive. Well, I see. If you let me live, I'll do it for you!"

The pleasure of the cold-blooded tattooed man was unexpected, which made Teng Lang, who had watched too many old movies, very unhappy. He didn't enjoy his pretentious speech.

"You guy, if you don't have an idea in your head, how can you follow an asshole like Lin Zheng!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man knew that he would not die. He glanced at Guo Zhenbei and didn't see his speculation against him. He knew in his heart that his little life was probably saved. So he smoked slowly, and then he made the only request.

"Well, as long as you control eating, sheltering, smoking, doing what you want to do, and kill whoever you want to kill. There is absolutely no two words! But Rattan boy, I'm afraid you're not the eldest brother! I'll just listen to the eldest brother. You... You'd better wash and sleep!"

The cold-blooded tattooed man sneered and obviously did not refer to Teng Lang's self-appoint. Guide. The official title can be seen in my eyes. This made Teng Lang feel that he should teach him more.

"Well, you don't know what you are. Haven't you heard of it? Our People's Liberation Army has a finger. Guide. Member? If it's not ideological awareness..."

The cold-blooded tattooed man threw away his cigarette butts and stretched out his hand to Teng Lang.

"I said, Rattan boy, it's a business to give me a cigarette again!"

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