Chapter 1046: Whereabouts

Chapter 1046
The German border, next to a small town in Denmark.
At night, at around nine o'clock, the small town, which was already a small town, fell into silence.
The supermarket at the east intersection is still open.
The owner, Slimef, has lived in the town for more than 20 years.
He knows everyone.
"Hi, old man, are there any suspicious people coming and going these days?"
Luca, the police chief of the town’s upper police station, wandered in with handcuffs.
"No!" The old shopkeeper shook his head and smiled, "I was said to be a human, even a strange dog, I can recognize it, why? What's the matter?"
Maybe it's because they are familiar.
Maybe it's too stuffy.
Luca looked outside, then leaned closer and lowered her voice: "From Berlin, there is news that there is a serial killer from the yellow race who is going all the way to kill..."
"What?" The old shopkeeper's eyes suddenly widened.
"All the gangsters were killed." Luca pouted, "If the death scenes of those gangsters were not too cruel, and the strict orders were placed on them, I wouldn't want to care about this stuff!"
The old shopkeeper nodded.
Gangs are the existence that everyone hates.
However, not many people can settle these things.
You know, the real gangsters are covered by people.
Even, they are all black gloves of big figures in the council.
Gangsters do things that are inconvenient for big men to come forward.
"Okay, if you have any suspicious circumstances, just call me!" Luca often puts on his hat and takes a can of coffee from the shelf. "It's on the account."
"jingle!"
Remember at this time, the wind chime at the door was touched.
There was a clear and pleasant noise.
The old shopkeeper and the sheriff turned their heads to look over.
A figure came over.
The stature is slightly shorter.
The face is hidden in the hood.
"I buy bread!" said the short man, "and ham."
The accent is a bit strange.
Slightly hoarse, as if he hadn't drunk water in a few days.
It doesn't sound like a native German.
"Over there!" The old shopkeeper pointed casually.
The short man turned and walked towards the shelf.
The sheriff and the shopkeeper looked at each other.
The former squinted his eyes slightly.
Followed.
"Hey boy, show me your ID." Sheriff Luca said.
The short man who was holding the bread stiffened slightly.
The sheriff instantly became vigilant, drew his pistol and loaded the bullet.
"Hey, kid, take off your hat, raise your hands, turn around!" Luca snarled.
The short man took off his hood.
Showing black hair.
Inspector Luca's eyes suddenly widened.
"Turn around, raise your hands, don't play tricks!"
"If I were you, don't say that." Turning around slowly, it was Zhang Moran's stern face.
People of yellow race, and there are obvious meanings in the words.
Inspector Luca's mind suddenly chilled.
It's him, that's right!
For a while, the sheriff's heart surged.
You know, this guy is a wanted order issued by the Berlin General Administration.
If caught by him, you can move away from this place where the bird does not shit.
However, the next problem arises.
Want to live?
Still dying?
Less than half a second.
Luca made a choice.
kill him!
In Germany, there has never been a circle of yellow skin.
Although these yellow people are smart, hardworking, and studious...
However, Luca just can't like it.
Especially, the other party is a wanted criminal...
"Kneel down!" Luca roared.
Zhang Moran stared at Luca.
No fear at all.
"You want to kill me?" Zhang Moran said.
"Are you the serial murderer? I won't keep you!" Luca grinned.
Zhang Moran's sight was suddenly cold.
"Sure enough...nothing good, kill him!"
Suddenly shouted.
"boom!"
The door of the small supermarket suddenly opened.
A burly figure rushed in.
At the end of the day, Sergeant Luca, turned his gun.
"Boom boom!"
Three shots were fired at the burly figure.
However, what made him fear...Only three clusters of sparks burst out of the burly figure.
His speed did not decay in the slightest.
In the blink of an eye, he came to the sheriff.
A wave of one hand.
The sheriff felt a chill in his neck.
Strength was suddenly lost.
Blood gushes from the neck.
There, there is a huge gap.
"My God!" the old shopkeeper exclaimed.
Sheriff, fell so soft and died.
The burly big man with his face hidden under his hood.
But looking over from the position of the old store manager, you can see pale skin and eyes without pupils.
And... there is an indescribable smell.
Zhang Moran stood up and scanned the shelves frantically.
Finally, a shopping cart was filled.
"How much?" Zhang Moran asked when he came to the counter.
The old shopkeeper was already paralyzed with fright, trembling and leaning against the container at the back, speechless.
Helpless, Zhang Moran took out a few banknotes from his pocket and threw them on the counter.
"I have so much left. I will give it to you."
After speaking, he took the big man and went out together.
The big man is extremely stiff when he walks.
It seems that the legs will not bend.
However, the old shopkeeper could clearly see how he killed the sheriff with one move just now.
The big man's nails...glow with black light.
It is full, five or six centimeters long.
Seeing Zhang Moran leave, the old shopkeeper immediately dialed the police phone.
In the nearest city, the police helicopter took off in a minute.
Came straight to the town.
At the same time, police officers from all directions were gathering.
After Zhang Moran killed the sheriff, he took the zombies and shuttled forward in the woods.
"I didn't want to kill him! Who knew, he wanted my life!" Zhang Moran gritted his teeth.
The zombie behind him, although not very good at walking, has a large enough stride to keep up with him.
In fact, Zhang Moran can lie on the back of the zombie, spur the zombie, and move forward at the fastest speed.
However, the combined weight of the two can easily leave marks on the ground.
Moreover, zombies need to be nourished.
Always use the corpse energy to run fast. When it comes to fighting, the zombies may have no stamina.
"It's all my fault in my studies." Zhang Moran said.
Corpse alchemy, from low to high, they are white corpse, iron corpse, bronze corpse, silver corpse, golden corpse...
The master also said before he died that there are more advanced corpse kings on top of the golden corpse.
However, this technique has been lost.
Zombies want to level up, and they need a place where they are heavy.
More difficult to find.
Fortunately, the original quality of the body was good.
Otherwise, Zhang Moran would not be able to survive now.
On this road, he specifically picked the country road.
Nocturnal and night out.
Because zombies are afraid of sunlight.
Fortunately, Europa is very sparsely populated.
There are not many monitoring equipment between the countryside.
On his way, he casually killed about seven or eight gang members.
Zhang Moran's heart is kind after all.
When the gang members were robbed and raped, he happened to pass by and killed him.
In the night sky, there was a dull sound of the rotor.
Zhang Moran was instantly alert.
Hiding in the shadow of the woods.
Helicopter!
On the main road not far away, the sound of engines and dog barking were heard.
Vaguely, many flashlights lit up.
"Damn...so fast!" Zhang Moran gritted his teeth.
He wanted to cross the border and enter Denmark.
Anyway, after leaving Germany, there will be much less news about him.
Moreover, near the border, something seemed to be calling him.
After having a subtle psychological connection with the zombies, Zhang Moran's perception of the world has also reached a new stage.
There is a faint hunch that he will get a certain opportunity.
But now it seems that 80% can't leave.