The strongest porter in the last days

Chapter 312 The person who got the fruit
Zhang Zhen watched from a distance as the child tried to bite off the dead man's fingers. He spat out one finger after another from the child's mouth. He almost spat it out. He had already challenged his endurance by stepping on this hell-like blood corpse. This scene still exceeded his expectations. He frowned and took a deep breath. He knew that he must learn to accept all this, otherwise he would not be able to live.

Qing Luo frowned and said: "People in the last days are more terrifying than zombies. Hunger will make humans eat each other. I once passed a ruin where people hunted and killed humans for food. If the flesh of zombies can be swallowed, I'm afraid even zombies will eat it."

"That solves the problem of hunger." Zhang Zhen had to use black humor to release the pressure in his heart.

Qingluo smiled wryly and said: "That's true. Some Frankensteins have been finding out how to cook zombies more deliciously, because vaccines can resist viruses. If you really eat zombies, you will only feel sick and get sick, but you won't turn into zombies and die."

Zhang Zhen smiled wryly: "This is a master of dark cooking, how can he be Frankenstein."

Qingluo sighed and said, "Everything in the last days is scary, but changes are everywhere. Although it sounds boring and scary, if the research is really successful, most people will regard Frankenstein as a saint."

Zhang Zhen is not going to continue this topic. He probably doesn't have much appetite today. Seeing the child bite off five fingers and grab something from the corpse's remnant palm, his heart twisted. The people in the dark will let this child come over. ?

"God, did he find it?"

"It seems that he found it. He is holding something in his hand."

"The fruit on it is not small."

"No one will let him come alive."

Qingluo frowned, watching the child walking weakly but firmly step by step, she said with a trace of regret: "Even if he comes here to get the bounty, he won't be able to survive."

Zhang Zhen asked the butcher to put the child in front of the car, and squatted down to look at the withered and wood-like child. The tattered clothes were more like sacks, and the sternum in the exposed chest was protruding. If it weren't for those eyes full of desire to survive, the black The gray skin can hardly be seen as alive.

The boy looked up at Zhang Zhen, raised his hands with difficulty, his clenched fists were shaking in the cold wind, looked at Zhang Zhen with a little uneasiness in his eyes, and finally opened his palms.

The apple core, or only half of the apple core rolled in the child's hand in the cold wind, covered with mud and blood, and it was even difficult to confirm that it was the apple core.

Zhang Zhen frowned and said: "What you brought is not complete, but you are the first to bring it. I can give you [-] crystal coins and stay with me, or take away [-] crystal coins."

The boy looked at Zhang Zhen excitedly, with a smile on his face, showing his withered teeth, and said, "I want [-] crystal coins."

"You won't be able to get out of Flea Street with the money, you have to think about it." Qingluo couldn't help persuading, the master gave the boy a chance, but the boy chose to ask for [-], which is very unwise.

"I want money." The boy said firmly.

Zhang Zhen shook his head helplessly, "Do you have a badge?"

The boy shook his head.

Zhang Zhen said to the butcher, "Give me a badge."

The butcher hurriedly took one out of his body, looked at it, and threw it at Zhang Zhen.

Seeing that there were only three crystal coins in it, Zhang Zhen took out his own and put together [-] coins.

Suddenly the assassin bee on the glasses called the police, and an arrow shot past him. Just as he was about to dodge, the assassin bee hit the arrow branch in the air in time, and an arrow missed and hit the corpse on the roof of Jiaolong.

At this moment, a human head was thrown from the opposite building, and a man held a knife in his hand, standing on the edge and looking down at him.

"Protect my lord, aim at the people on the roof." The butcher hastily summoned his few earthen guns to aim at the roof.

Zhang Zhen tossed the badge of good crystal value to the little boy, stood up and said, "Don't shoot."

As the Assassin Bee raised its height, it could be seen that the corpse on the top of the building was still holding a clay crossbow in its hand. The person holding the knife was not a killer.

The person on the top of the building jumped off from the roof which was almost ten meters high. With a raised hand, a hook hit the roof of the building in the air, and the person dragged the hook and quickly fell to the ground.

The butchers hurriedly tightened their formation, all pointing their knives and guns at the man who fell to the ground, wearing a field survival battle suit covered in frost.

This man was wearing a leather cowboy hat, and a double-barreled large-caliber shotgun was tied to his back. He raised his hand to retract the hook line, put the long saber in his hand behind his shoulder, and strode towards Jiaolong. Come.

"Don't move, or we will shoot!" The butcher clenched the earthen gun in his hand and shouted at the approaching people.

Zhang Zhen looked at this well-dressed man with great interest. He couldn't see his expression under the cowboy hat, but his vigorous skills were impressive, and his attire looked a bit like a knight-errant like Brother Xiao Ma.

The man stood still, raised the brim of his hat and smiled at the butcher, then looked at Zhang Zhen, and reached for the small leather bag at his waist.

"Don't move, or you'll shoot!" The butcher was terrified and hurriedly stopped.

"Don't be nervous, I'm here to get a reward." The cowboy hat man's face was full of weather, but he showed a calm smile that is rare for ordinary people.

Zhang Zhen smiled and said: "Butcher, put down the gun, if he does it, it won't be now."

The butcher doesn't trust the mission cowboy. In the last days, anyone can't believe it, especially in a passive situation. However, Zhang Zhen has orders, so he can only put down the gun slowly, but as long as the cowboy has abnormalities, he will definitely shoot immediately.

The cowboy hand continued to fumble in the bag, and then a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He took it out of the bag and found a yellow orange, which was very clean. He put it in front of his nose and sniffed it before throwing it at Zhang Zhen. "It's very fragrant, I really can't bear it."

Zhang Zhen took it over, looked at the orange without any bloodstains or even any damage and said with a smile: "It's completely unexpected, do you want [-] or [-]?"

"Ten thousand." The cowboy said leisurely: "Following you, I should be able to eat more than just an orange."

"A smart choice." Zhang Zhen threw the orange back.

At this time, the sirens sounded, and the town's guards in full armor came to three vehicles. A group of soldiers with guns jumped out of the vehicles, and the butchers were instantly pointed at guns.

The security captain frowned at the corpses all over the floor, and rushed over and said, "Sir, do you need us to escort you away?"

Zhang Zhen shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's okay, the butcher belongs to me, and I'm about to leave. Please help the butcher clean up the corpse."

"Yes." The security captain said: "Lead people to patrol the streets and call the body removal vehicle."

Zhang Zhen jumped out of the car, picked up Qingluo, opened the car door and said, "Cowboy, follow me to the car wash."

"My name is Chen Zhenhai." The cowboy said, and calmly got into the carriage.

"Good name." Zhang Zhen laughed, touched Qingluo's face and said, "Go back to the bar, this place is dirty."

Qingluo nodded, she felt resentful not being able to follow her master all the time, but she was still a dancer, after all, she couldn't be clinging all the time.

(End of this chapter)