"Where is the White Owl?" Zhang Xiaoqiang asked the second man. The howl of the man who had been cut to pieces by him became weaker and weaker. It seemed that he was out of breath.
"I... I don't know... I don't know anything
Zhang Xiaoqiang innocently looked at the man who was incontinent because of his fear and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Two team members came forward and pulled the man paralyzed on the ground to the middle of the burning fire.
"Ow ·················································································································································.
"Where is the White Owl?" Zhang Xiaoqiang's voice is not impatient to ask the third person.
"I... I'm a pawn, I really don't know, forgive me... Let's go around me..." the third man cried bitterly, knelt straight and kowtowed to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Blood fell from his head and covered his eyes. In a piece of blood, he kept kowtowing.
"Well, I can't blame you. I can only blame you for your incompetence. You've been a minion for such a long time. Remember to be diligent in your next life. Well, who's yours? Pay attention to keep your image. You're not afraid to make yourself bloody?"
A bloody woman came up in silence, with one hand on the man's throat. The knife flashed and the man's nose fell off···········
"I know where it is," I said. "You'll give me a good time." The fourth man's eyes are red, and Zhang Xiaoqiang yells.
"Of course, I like people who have self-knowledge. I'm generally tolerant of people who cooperate with me. Let's go."
Hearing the man's story, Zhang Xiaoqiang's face became overcast, He turned and yelled, "gather... Gather."
"You promised... You promised
The rest of the men had their limbs cut off and lay in a row by the fire, waiting for their blood to run out, The man who told Zhang Xiaoqiang where the White Owl was struggling on the ground yelled.
"I'm talking about people who cooperate with me. It's a pity that you are not human in my eyes." Zhang Xiaoqiang turned his head and walked out of the village. The two teams, armed with guns, followed by a dozen emaciated and devastated women. Behind them, the roofs of several loess houses were ablaze. It was a human flesh workshop········
Under the dark sky, Seven or eight long lampposts tear up the thick darkness and gallop to the distance. Sitting in the car, Zhang Xiaoqiang looks at the dark field and ponders. He gets the news that White Owl is likely to mix with his men in the survivors' team. He has no worries about White Owl. There are only seven or eight people in White Owl's hand, For Zhang Xiaoqiang's 150 odd team members, it's really nothing.
Zhang Xiaoqiang is pondering why White Owl suddenly wants to mix into his team. Doesn't White Owl know that doing so is only equivalent to delivering food to him? An aura flashed by, and he remembered that among those rifles, the one with the most bullets was only a dozen, and the one with the least even four or five. If rifles had no bullets, they could only be used as sticks. Was it for ammunition?
But will they do that when they see Zhang Xiaoqiang's nearly 200 players? Zhang Xiaoqiang changed his position with the White Owl, thinking about what he would do. In the end, there was only one way, night attack and agitating the survivors to make trouble.
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