Vol 2 Chapter 18: Count, why not count 1/5 more

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Huang Quanzhu was wearing a big knife in his hand, bending down and gasping. At his feet, a dead body with no upper half was quietly squatting, surrounded by dozens of deadly bodies, surrounded by smells. Around Huangquan, every breath he breathed into the lungs had ubiquitous tiny blood.
"Captain Huang Quan, are you okay?" In the distance, there was a question from Shangguan Qiaoyun. There were more than a dozen stunned players standing beside her. They were all scared, and they were used to the piles of zombie bodies. The human corpses surrounding Huangquan were frightened, and the zombies died. It was a piece of black pressure, and here is the glare of red.
In addition to being shot dead, the gun was smashed to death, and the other corpses that were hacked to death were the dead bodies. The players were deeply aware that the greatest difference between humans and zombies, It was the dazzling red.
"Flapping"··········································································································· Do not move.
A team member carefully walked to Huang Quan and handed him a kettle. Huang Quan took the kettle and drank half of the pot. He left the remaining half of the pot on his head. He threw the kettle away and took the pistol returned by the player. He looked around and the children who were hiding in the distance fell into his eyes.
Driving the machine gun, the martial arts military vehicle Yaowu Yangwei opened into the shack area where the sewage was flowing. A dirty sewage was splashed by the wheels and flew to the surrounding poor. The unlucky ones looked at the stinky sewage, except for the bitter smile. In addition to being unlucky, there is no way to express their dissatisfaction. The fully armed members of the military vehicles are not what they can afford.
Huang Quan was sitting on the front passenger seat with a gloomy face. He was a little bit around him. The child kept pointing at the direction, and the little nose was pumping. No way, Huang Quan, who was full of blood and blood, was by his side.
The vehicle stopped in front of the room of a wooden house with the guidance of the child. When the child nodded, Huang Quan pulled the door down to the car and pulled out the pistol and took two players to the door.
"Don't come in... Don't come in... I have a gun...······"
A burst of hysterical screams came out of the wooden house. The master of the voice was Ma Sanchun, who was previously arrogant. Ma Sanchun had not seen the world. He was scared. He had never seen a broken hand killing like killing chicken. Simple, dozens of people, a full dozen of people, so it was killed by Huang Quan.
The blood spring that fluttered in the sky made him dare not look at it again. He did not think of using a pistol at his waist to kill Huang Quan. He didn't dare. He was afraid. He was afraid that Huang Quan, like a evil spirit, stared at himself. He fled. , throwing away all the men and women who are desperate for him to escape, he is bad enough, enough, but he does not have enough courage.
He is like a frightened rabbit. Apart from hiding in the hole, he has no other way to think. He regrets that his regrets are tearing his heart like a poisonous tooth. He blames himself for being too greedy and strange. His own hands are not strong. He even blames Huang Quan for being too fierce. He blames everything. Now he kills God and finds the door. The only thing he can rely on is the seven-seven pistol in his hand.
"Touch ·····" The door was kicked open. Ma Sanchun made a woman-like scream. He closed the seven bullets in the pistol with his eyes closed, and waited until his fingers could not buckle the pistol. He opened his eyes.
There was no one at the door, empty, nothing, and the open wooden door was scattered with a few gun eyes. The blasted log fiber fell on the black ground and seemed to laugh at his innocence. Ma Sanchun The bullet was replaced by a bullet, but the small clip could not be inserted into the handle.
Ma Sanchun’s cold sweat on his forehead fell to the raindrops, and his heart became more and more tense. Under the force of his hands, the pistol and the clips fell to the ground. He bent over and squatted, and there was still a gunpoint on his forehead.
Ma Sanchun did not dare to move, keeping his bent position will move the line of sight, the fire flashed, he did not know anything.
"呸·················································································································· The dirty little boy, the little boy still holding the woven bag in his hand.
"Yellow team, this kid wants to run, I was stunned by you, you see..." The team members told Huang Quan that the little action was small, and Huang Quan looked at the little boy with his eyes open.
The little boy’s face was dirty, he was still dirty, and he couldn’t see his appearance. From the clever scorpion, it can be seen that the child is very spiritual. The little boy is very afraid of Huang Quan. From his eyes, he is magnified by fear. The pupil can be seen.
"You go to his house, and there are relatives in the family who bring them together. If you don't, let him pack his personal belongings and tell him that he was called by the team..."
The child honestly took the team members to his house. He did not dare to have any objection. Huang Quan’s killing was seen in his eyes from beginning to end. For such a killing, it is still good to obey.
"The Yellow Team, there are more than 20 bags of rice, some dried vegetables, and some other sundries, and another..."
"Speaking..." Huang Quan leaned back on the back of the chair and listened to the player's return with his eyes closed.
"There are still six women, there are no clothes, are these trophies?" The team member swallowed his mouth and asked, just that stunned him and let him drool, and the girls were all good, he When I came out of the base, I didn’t touch the woman again. The fire in my heart was panic~EbookFREE.me~ Counting··How not to count···

The player's eyes lit up and the second half began to move.

Bring it back to Zhang Changguan and compile it into the logistics group. How can it be considered that the labor force is not?

The bright eyes of the team members faded down, and even if they entered the logistics, they were the base people. He did not expect it. His position was far from reaching the point of feeding two women.
The team members and the driver took a bag of rice and put it out at the door. Six women stood in the door and waited for the new owner to arrange. Huang Quan sat in the car and closed his eyes. The truck sent by the camp was still halfway. He is waiting for the players to come back with the children.
"Who are you, dare to come to us?·······" A sigh of relief came from afar, Huang Quan’s eyes jerked open, turned over and stood up and turned to the gunpoint .
The shouting man and Huang Quan were both stunned at the same time. The two men stood still and looked at each other. The previously imposing gun pipe hangs down like a dead snake.
"Yellow Spring? Huang Quan! It's really you, you are not dead..." A female officer wearing a summer uniform is looking at the blood-stained Huang Quan.
"Zhao Xiaobo·· You were assigned to WH?"
"Yellow team · We are back." Huang Quan was not going to see the female officer, turned and saw the players carrying a pile of tattered, holding a younger little girl and came over, the little boy was carrying a The roll is covered with a roll.
"Yellow team, I can't help it. If this kid doesn't bring these rags, he won't go. You see..." The team members complained to Huang Quan.
"Throw it away, go back and give him a new one..." Huang Quan’s words were thoroughly executed, and the female officer came to the front and looked at the puzzled one.
"Are you not a minority? How do they call your captain, where is the blood from you? Why do you want to move the horse to Sanchun?"