Lose 100 million today

A few people blocked the window, and the people on the opposite side obviously saw them.

There were too many zombies, and some were already breaking down the door. They couldn't resist it, so someone waved to them.

"Hello!!"

"The person on the other side, please help me!!"

Everyone knows that the other party may not be a good person, but when they are almost unable to stop the zombies, does this still matter?

Zhao Yingjun was quite excited: "Boss, they are asking for help."

Chuzheng put down the telescope and looked at him coldly: "What did you say?"

"They gave us...I didn't hear anything." Zhao Yingjun changed his words: "I didn't hear anything."

Chuzheng looked away with satisfaction.

The boss didn't want to get involved in this matter, and the others didn't dare to say anything.

Everyone pretended not to hear and continued watching the show. The person on the opposite side became anxious, from asking for help at first to yelling at him later.

"In today's world, it's normal not to save people. Why do they still curse people?" Zhi Kai refused.

"Then you have to scold me back."

"No... I can't." He dismissed the timid group.

Chuzheng, who really wanted to get rid of the scolding, said: "..."

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The zombies heard the noise and came in more and more, swarming the area.

The resort has a retro style, and most of them are wooden buildings, including the doors... The wooden doors can't stop the scratching of so many zombies. Just as the zombies are about to destroy the door and get in, someone suddenly shoots Chu Zheng and the others with bullets.

There was a row of withered plants outside the house. Bullets shattered the porcelain flower pots, and the loud sound attracted the attention of the zombies.

"Grass!"

He let out a low curse.

"These people are sick!"

"The zombies are coming towards us!"

"These bastards!"

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Seeing that it was effective, the people on the opposite side immediately deployed firepower and kept hitting the opposite side to create movement and disperse some zombies.

"Jin Ling, you are still smart." Someone gave Jin Ling a thumbs up.

Jin Ling looked serious: "Don't be distracted, get out of trouble first."

Some people said weakly: "Are we doing this..."

"They didn't save us first. If that's the case, don't blame us." Jin Ling's voice was inexplicably sinister: "Or do you want to die here?"

"..."

The man stopped talking.

The others remained silent and concentrated on dealing with the zombies below.

Jin Ling looked across and saw that the zombies were already there, but because there was not much movement there, the zombies wanted to come back here.

Jin Ling immediately aimed there, making more noise and luring the zombies there.

Her dreams have become more frequent lately.

It seemed like he was urging her to kill her quickly.

otherwise……

Otherwise she will die.

Jin Ling tried to aim at the window, but she couldn't see anyone there and couldn't kill her directly...

"Why are all those zombies back?"

Jin Ling was brought back to reality by the sound. She looked down and saw that the zombies that had just passed were coming back one after another.

what happened?

These zombies...

Why is there more than before?

"There are zombies coming over there too, no, we can't defend them!"

"I'm out of bullets."

"Me too."

In the chaos, Jin Ling heard someone shouting that zombies were coming.

She was dragged to another room, and Jin Ling didn't come back to her senses until she was pushed against the window.

"Jump down!"

Jin Ling looked down and saw that there were zombies down there, but not as many as over there.

"I……"

When the people behind heard the zombies coming up, they didn't care so much and immediately pushed the golden bell down.

Jin Ling was not prepared and was pushed down like this. She fell to the ground and her head was knocked unconscious.

Only when someone pulled her did Jin Ling feel the pain in her legs.

"pain……"

Jin Ling burst into tears.

"It hurts...my leg..."

"Hurry up!" The person pulling the golden bell stared at the zombies around him, sweating profusely: "Get up quickly."

Jin Ling held her leg, her face turned pale in pain, and she had no strength to speak.

The person who pulled Jinling dragged her several times, but found that he couldn't carry her, so he decisively let her go and ran in one direction.

"You..." Jin Ling was in great pain when he moved, and he could only watch the man run away.

There were still people resisting upstairs, but more of them were screaming.

Some people climbed up the window and were dragged back before they could jump down. Thick liquid fell from the air on Jin Ling's face, and the smell of blood filled the tip of his nose.

"Ho ho ho!"

Jin Ling saw the zombies approaching in her sight. She supported her body and moved back with difficulty.

Is she going to die here?

It shouldn’t be!

Jin Ling looked at the building opposite and could only see one window of that building. There was someone standing by the window.

Although Jin Ling couldn't see clearly who it was, she had an answer in her heart.

It must be her standing there.

She had obviously tried so hard to change, so why was she still killed by her in the end?

Is this my destiny?

Jin Ling had no way to retreat, and despair and hatred gradually filled her eyes. She was unwilling to give in.

"Roar……"

The stench of the zombies wafted over, and Jin Ling even felt the zombies' teeth biting into his legs.

boom--

Jin Ling thought she was dead, but she didn't expect the zombie to suddenly fall to the ground.

Jin Ling's pupils widened slightly, staring at the zombies lying on the ground, unable to relax for a long time.

Bang bang bang——

Bullets and explosions continued to sound, and Jin Ling saw a car driving in. The people in the car were well-equipped, and zombies were no longer a threat wherever they passed.

not dead……

She's not dead.

After Jin Ling's huge fear, there was a slightly twisted smile on her face. God was still on her side!

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When Chuzheng saw someone appearing, she asked her zombies to run away first.

[Miss, this doesn’t suit your style. 】Wangzhehao just can’t help but be mean-mouthed.

Chuzheng: What is my style?

[…Shouldn’t you be cutting the knife now? 】This is your style, if you don’t accept it, just do it!

Chuzheng: Am I sick?

[…] I think there is, and the illness is not serious. Wang Zhehao didn't dare to say anything, and said very against his will: "Little sister, how can you be sick?" 】

Chuzheng: Then what should I do? Didn't you see anyone with heavy weapons?

This group of people is fierce, well-equipped, and has some heavy weapons. At first glance, it is not a temporary team put together in bulk.

She wasn't afraid, but zombies were all mortal bodies. If they were blasted like this, what would be left?

After finally gathering such zombies, how could we let them die here?

Are you sure you can't do this without running away and waiting to die?

【……】

Wangzhehao Thinking about it carefully, it seems that most of the time, the young lady first weighs the loss, then thinks about whether she can win, and then decides whether to join.

When she couldn't win, she could shamelessly turn around and run away - sometimes she was just too lazy to do it and ran away first to save trouble.

Wang Zhehao has a headache. I wish the young lady would think more about how to spend money instead of these messy things.