The end of the world: I can do whatever I want to anyone

The atmosphere at the scene was silent for two seconds.

Lord Rat suddenly burst into laughter, and the younger brothers around him also laughed together, as if this scene was child's play for them.

After laughing, Master Shu even clapped his hands: "Great, really great, but you beat my favorite Xiaoxue to death, how can that be? You have to compensate."

"Oh? Then how much do I have to pay?" Tang Ze swung the baseball bat in his hand, and the younger brothers beside him took out their silenced pistols.

Master Shu groaned, "Hey, Xiaoxue is my distant cousin. Our relationship is even better than that of cousins. You have to pay double the amount."

"Oh, I understand. You are blackmailing me."

Lord Rat laughed again, and couldn't even stand up straight: "That's right, I am blackmailing you. Before I sell you, you have to go and search for supplies for me."

"Then I'll just run away." Tang Ze said with a smile.

"NONONO, you can't run away. Do you know what this is?" Rat Grandpa said as he took out something similar to a capsule.

"I guess you haven't seen it before. This is a product developed by our company. It's called a micro-explosive device. As long as it's implanted in your body, I can make it explode at any time. But I don't like this name. I prefer to call it an obedient capsule."

Tang Ze asked curiously: "Are you guys still doing business with the company?"

"You don't need to worry about this."

"I hate people like you who leave things unsaid and keep people on suspense."

Lord Rat immediately put away his smile and said fiercely: "Boy, do you think I'm kidding you?"

"I'm telling you the truth, too."

Lord Rat snorted coldly and decided to teach this ignorant young man a lesson, to let him know the cruelty of the end of the world, it is not as simple as swinging a baseball bat to kill someone.

I saw Rat Lord punching Tang Ze in the chest.

Lord Rat said disdainfully: "You can't even dodge my speed, you are as weak as a dog."

"You are wrong. Only the weak need to hide. Besides, you are at the same level as that prince."

Shu Ye was stunned and looked at Tang Ze. Is he okay?

Who is the prince?

Before I could react, I saw the bat hitting my head.

With a bang, Rat Master only felt a bloody smell filling his nose, he felt a little dizzy, and his limbs were out of control.

The younger brothers around him finally couldn't keep calm. He actually dared to attack Master Rat, and Master Rat couldn't beat him.

"Kill...kill...him..." Rat Master said weakly and intermittently, as if he was about to lose the ability to speak.

Tang Ze smiled and said, "Wow, you haven't slept yet, I'll help you again."

After saying that, he hit him with another stick, breaking his skull. Rat Master’s head began to shake and he knelt on the ground.

The younger brothers around him shot at Tang Ze frantically, but the bullets seemed to be weak and fell to the ground as soon as they flew out of the muzzle, leaving all the younger brothers dumbfounded.

Tang Ze swung the baseball bat in his hand and laughed, "This is much more fun than hitting a zombie on the head. It feels really good. I decided to rename my baseball bat to "Sleep Aid Magic Tool". How about that? Isn't it reasonable?"

Rat Master's mouth was moving, but no sound came out. He looked even more terrifying than Fan Xue before.

"I haven't slept yet." After he finished speaking, he stabbed the baseball bat directly into the top of Rat Master's head.

The stuffy environment, coupled with the overwhelming smell of blood, made many people vomit.

Rat Master could never have imagined that a baseball bat would stir in his brain.

As Master Rat fell, the younger brothers around him finally showed fear. Who on earth is this guy?

He pulled the baseball bat out of Rat Master's head, swung it, and the brains splattered on the younger brother's chest, still warm.

"I hope you won't keep me in suspense any longer. Who's the second one?"

As Tang Ze asked the question, everyone pointed at the bald man next to him. He had tattoos all over his body, which would have given people a sense of oppression, but now he looked funny and trembling like a clown.

"Hey, answer my question." Tang Ze said with a smile.

"What the hell...what's the problem."

Tang Ze took a deep breath and directly used the sleep-aiding device. Every movement was so graceful and calm, and he didn't stop until he hit the powder.

"Who is the third one?"

These words sounded like the King of Hell urging people to die. Everyone's faces had begun to turn pale. This man was more terrifying than a zombie.

"We don't have any transactions with the company, we only have transactions with some forces." Suddenly a man with long hair shouted with his eyes closed, as if this could dispel the fear in his heart.

"Keep going, don't stop." Tang Ze supported his hands on the bat with a smile, but the blood on his face was particularly eye-catching.

I've seen many ruthless people, but I've never seen one like this.

"We sell people. Some families have special hobbies. We use people to exchange for supplies. If they are top-notch, we can even exchange them for fusion agents."

Tang Ze said, "You are the guards on the surface, but you are actually luring everyone here to select the best products and sell them."

"Yes, yes, that's it."

"Then what price do you think I can sell it for?" Tang Ze let out a low laugh, scaring everyone to tears.

The third brother had no idea how to answer. If he said less, he would look down on him: "Priceless, priceless."

"You really gave me a price." After saying that, he swung down with another stick.

Amidst the muffled sounds, Tang Ze breathed a sigh of relief: "Who's the fourth one? Go on."

"Big big, big brother... Gao Gao, the layers are all dead... "

Tang Ze turned his head and reminded him, "Straighten your tongue before you speak in your next life."

After saying that, he hit me with another stick.

Everyone wanted to run, but their legs wouldn't obey. Some were even scared to the point of crying and peeing.

There is no pattern to this killing.

Finally, someone cried out, “It’s impossible to sell it now. All forces are resisting the zombies.”

"Why are you crying, you grown man? I'll let you cry, let you cry."

Everyone: "..."

So crying will lead to death? Then how can we survive? Who can save us?