Zombie Evolution System

"Just ask what you want, as long as you don't harm the hostages, we will satisfy you with any conditions."

Tang Wu deliberately hid behind a staff member and walked out slowly. The gun in his right hand was also pointed at the back of the staff member.

"We want two cars and a Rolls-Royce. The others feel like they're too expensive." Tang Wu said with a curled lip.

Hearing this sentence, the person who asked the question was in a bit of trouble. It was the first time he had seen such a robber, who asked for a car and asked for a car, and even stipulated what brand he wanted.

"I don't have much time, so hurry up and answer!" Tang Wu shouted fiercely.

"Okay, don't get excited, I'll send someone to find you a car now, do you have any other requests?"

Seeing that the robber was so excited, the person who asked the question quickly agreed. After all, the first task is to stabilize the robber's emotions.

"Two Rolls-Royces, add two barrels of oil, hurry up, I'll give you 20 minutes, and I'll kill a hostage if it takes more than one minute." Tang Wu yelled ferociously.

After saying this, he took the hostages back slowly step by step, and quickly returned to the bank.

"Ah—" Seeing this situation, Taishan trembled with anger, and if the boss hadn't been stabilizing his emotions just now, he had to rush forward.

"Captain Taishan, what should we do now?" the person in red asked.

"What else can I do, hurry up and find a car, remember, it's a Rolls-Royce!" Tai Shan yelled at the staff in red.

In the bank, after Tang Wu came back, he asked the staff working in the bank to return to the original corner.

However, Tang Yi and the others would not give up such a good opportunity to tease Tang Wu.

"I said Xiao Wu, you are too weird, you still want a Rolls-Royce."

"What's the matter with Rolls-Royce, haven't you ever sat in it before? I don't believe it, don't you want to drive it?" Tang Wu quickly counterattacked, showing no sign of blushing.

Here, a farce ended, and in a bar 30 miles away, a fight broke out between the two parties.

"He is the one who gave our boss drugs and hacked him to death!"

I don't know who yelled, and six or seven people took steel knives and chopped at a person lying on the sofa.

Blood splattered, screams turned from high to weak, and after 2 minutes, the person lying on the sofa completely stopped breathing.

"You are finished, do you know who he is, he is the young master of the mafia!"

As soon as this person finished speaking, he was hacked to death by six or seven people. However, a group of black people rushed in from outside the bar.

The blacks all have hideous complexions and are wearing black suits. They have only two similarities. They have scorpion tattoos on their necks and hold long watermelon knives in their hands.

There are a total of forty or fifty of these black people. Although the number is small, their momentum is not small.

After rushing in aggressively, they would chop anyone they saw, regardless of gender, as if they had a grudge against the watermelon knife in their hands, so they had to find something to sharpen the watermelon knife in their hands.

"Run, everyone, the mafia is coming!"

Just 2 minutes after the bar fell into chaos, another group of blacks ran down from the second floor of the bar with long knives.

There are strips of cobras tattooed on their arms.

"Mafia, what do you mean! Do you think our cobras don't exist!"