Chapter 247: Make me full

Death or facing death, which one makes people more fearful?
Ask Yang Bing and Zhang Fei to organize a team to sort out the corpses on the square. Wang Yi followed Lin Feng's guidance and walked to the commercial car where Zhang Ming was.
"Wow~
As soon as he got closer, Wang Yi heard a strange sound coming from the commercial car, as if... it was tearing something.
Wang Yi was puzzled, walked slowly to the side of the car and looked along the window.
Zhang Ming, sitting alone in the car, had a long wound on his arm, and blood was bleeding.
The seats on the side are already filled with various food packaging bags.
Beef jerky, chocolate, potato chips, and several snacks that Wang Yi couldn't call.
The arm that kept bleeding blood did not affect Zhang Ming's movements.
Holding a piece of bread tightly with both hands, he even squeezed out the cream in the bread and got it on his dirty hands, but Zhang Ming didn't care, tears slid down the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the white bread. .
Zhang Ming squeezed his mouth vigorously, a whole piece of bread, stained with the cream on his hands, Zhang Ming stretched out his tongue and licked it clean one by one.
I haven't eaten anything in my life, or... I can never eat it.
The bread stuffed Zhang Ming's mouth, like an ape that has not evolved into an adult.
"Ahem!
Zhang Ming seemed to be choking, his chest undulating violently, and his mouthful of bread was sprayed clean, with a trace of saliva, connecting the residue of bread to Zhang Ming's trembling lips.
"Woo...oo
Looking at the bread crumbs all over, Zhang Ming couldn't help crying.
The tears were even worse. He reached out his hand to grab the residue on his body, and Zhang Ming put it in his mouth again, unscrewing the mineral water with great effort, and there was bitter tears, which was a desperate taste.
Looking at the ups and downs of the Adam's apple, Wang Yi couldn't help it anymore.
Wang Yi is a sentimental person. At least ten years of blood and weapons before the end of the world made Wang Yi a cold-blooded and merciless person. He was never soft-hearted when dealing with enemies, and Wang Yi was cruel and cruel to the zombies.
Wang Yi faced this scene more than once, desperate and helpless. Every survivor, perhaps most, who walked in the last days, had this ending, an unchangeable ending.
"Boom boom boom!
Wang Yi raised his hand and knocked on the car window, interrupting Zhang Ming who was still drinking.
Zhang Ming immediately turned his head and looked at Wang Yi with a confused expression.
"Squeak~
Wang Yi directly opened the car door and sat in.
"Huh~
Wang Yi sighed deeply, and then faced Zhang Ming. Now that this has happened, Wang Yi always wanted to say something.
"If you... have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me that if there is a chance in the future, I will help you realize it."
Hearing this, Zhang Ming stopped chewing lips and looked at Wang Yi blankly.
Lips suddenly opened, thick saliva pulled into filaments, blood mixed with breadcrumbs, sticking to the teeth.
"Uuuuu..., Yi, Brother Yi, I, am I going to become a zombie."
Listening to Zhang Ming's choking sound, Wang Yi couldn't help but raised his head in a melancholy manner, rubbing his hands on his face fiercely.
"You are not a supernatural person, and there is no cell in your body that can fight against the zombie virus."
Wang Yi's tone was dull, and he lowered his arms while speaking, his eyes were already bloodshot.
The meaning of these words is already obvious, so obvious that Zhang Ming has recovered his calm.
"Haha!"
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Zhang Ming laughed suddenly, picking up the breadcrumbs on his clothes and tidying up the clothes.
"Brother Yi, I have one request."
Zhang Ming put away his laughter and said frankly.
"Make me full, just let me eat."
Wang Yi looked down at the trash belt in the car, then looked at Zhang Ming's fateful expression, and silently nodded.
"I'll let someone send it to you. Before you become a zombie, you, finish it yourself."
Wang Yi opened the door and got out of the car immediately, not daring to look at Zhang Ming more.
Walking quickly to the square, Wang Yi recovered quickly. It was already destined. Wang Yi will not struggle, and Wang Yi will adapt.
"Brother Yi, Zhang Ming..."
Seeing Wang Yi's return, Yang Bing hurried forward to inquire about Zhang Ming's situation.
Wang Yi nodded, his face calmly said.
"After a while, you have someone to give Zhang Ming something to eat, give him more, and then hand him a gun."
Yang Bing looked complicated when he heard the words. Although he had guessed the result, he was still a little anxious at this time.
This was the first time that the team had suffered casualties and walked in the last days. Wang Yi told everyone more than once that death could not be avoided.
The corpses in the square had been divided into two piles.
A pile of zombies, nearly a hundred, the heads of each zombies have been thrown away, the black corpses piled up high, and thick blood filled the square.
There was another group of humans, with only four, quietly placed aside, scarlet blood flowed down the broken corpse, intertwined with the black blood of the zombie.
Li Weiping was standing in front of the four corpses with a team of armed police, a neat military uniform, and shiny leather shoes.
It's not here to show off, but with respect for their comrades.
"salute!"
Cang Mai's voice came from Li Weiping's mouth.
There are only a dozen armed police officers left in the prison, but they still stick to it. As soon as Li Weiping's voice fell, he raised his right hand to the brow.
night.
Dark clouds covered the moon, without a trace of light, the corpses on the square had been cleaned up, only a pool of dried blood was left.
There are five new graves in the vegetable field behind the prison. There are no tombstones. Four survivors, a completely dead zombie, will be buried here forever.
Zhang Ming did not end his life before the mutation.
He stumbled out, waving his claws, and his dark red eyes were not bloodthirsty, but gratified.
Maybe he wants to add a bit of strength to the team.
Wang Yi looked at the Jihua Flesh in front of him, and thought to himself.
The small hall on the first floor of the prison was already full of people at this time, and many of them were even sitting on the stairs. There were 86 people, including men and women, surrounded by Wang Yi.
Everyone had different expressions, but they all looked at Wang Yi.
"Yang Bing, has the Jihua meat been cleaned?"
Wang Yi turned his head to Yang Bing and asked directly.
Yang Bing immediately picked up the bag placed aside. The bag was swollen and smelled of alcohol for a while.
"It's all cleaned, it's a total of two hundred and twelve, plus two pieces of mutated zombie's basic meat."
As Yang Bing said, he took out two pieces of special basement flesh from his pocket, one dark green and one snow white.
Wang Yi nodded. Although the number of zombies killed was far more than this number, many zombies were directly scorched by fire. The basic meat in the skull was also lost, and many of them were directly crushed. More than two hundred pieces of basic meat are almost the same.