Mist

The two were escorted into the car, and the first thing was to search.

The communicator on his wrist was taken off and thrown out of the car. The black-faced man instructed people to search for the saber, fist hook and other things on Song Qinglan's body.

Song Qinglan has lived for 26 years. It is the first time for Song Qinglan to be held in a corner with her hands tied back in such a dignified manner. She pointed her gun to her head. The key is to buy one get one free.

Next to him, he was also searched during the rainy season.

He slightly frowned his eyebrows, raised his arms, and was checked by a man from top to bottom. He took away his diamond bird, pill box, etc., and found a black-and-white screen machine with a palm and a half.

The black-faced man is suspicious: "What is this?"

During the rainy season: "Game console."

With a "pop", all these things were thrown away.

Looking at it during the rainy season, the small game console has been broken, torn apart, and the battery has rolled out. He retracted his gaze, there was no emotion in his black and white eyes, but somehow the black-faced man felt a little uncomfortable, his eyes were weird.

Song Qinglan felt a little sympathetic to the black-faced man.

"What to look at?! Who knows if there is a tracker in it?" The black-faced man's face was completely dark, and he pushed the monsoon. "Tie this one too! Throw it next to his man!"

During the rainy season this time, he was **** with his wrist and stuffed it into the corner.

When the two fell into this situation, Song Qinglan lowered her head and lowered her voice in his ear: "Counselor Ji, fun?"

The male voice was deep into his ears, his breath sprayed on the auricle.

During the monsoon rains, he quivered suddenly, turned his head, and whispered at a distance: "I'll explain it to you in a moment."

Song Qinglan was clearly talking through gritted teeth: "Is this what I asked?"

During the rainy season: "What is that?"

Song Qinglan: "..."

During the monsoon rain, the beautifully shaped lips moved gently: "Team Song, homophobia is a deep cabinet, I'm helping you to recognize yourself."

These people estimate that the level of education is not high, and for a long time they haven't understood how to set the high-speed mode of the space car, and the car does not run fast.

The black-faced man was very defensive, and when he reached a place he suddenly shouted to stop: "The group of people will definitely come after, first seal the road here, and then take another one!"

The three people opened the door and jumped down.

The zombies chased them up, only to see the two of them standing guard, one person acting, pressing the road closure button on the roadside, and some roadblock protruding from the foundation, completely sealing the road.

That is a wall of barbed wire.

It's like the side they crashed into when they drove out of the bookstore last time.

Song Qinglan looked back, who knew he was also watching him during the rainy season.

The huge wheel of time ran over again and again, the memory of death was too deep, the loud noise of the vehicle overturning, the blood on the glass shards, even the scene of Zhou Mingxuan's drooping head still in front of her eyes.

This is an unexpected gain.

"Boom!"

The door was closed again, and nothing was seen.

In the car, there were some equipment and equipment of the small team, plus the diamond bird and sleep that were collected, the harvest was very impressive.

This group of people does not seem to be a fellow traveler, and is dividing the ownership of the spoils this time.

The woman holding the child has no part or status, probably just a chess piece.

The car was so sultry, she put the little girl aside, then took off her robe, her skin was very pale, and she suddenly asked when she heard the monsoon: "How long have you been out of the sun?"

The woman looked at the group of men, and hesitated to talk to Monsoon.

During the monsoon rain, he said, "Should it be from before the catastrophe?"

Song Qinglan didn't understand why she asked during the rainy season, but he knew there must be his reason.

The woman finally nodded.

It is natural to ask during the rainy season: "Does it start from the launch of Jinwu No. 2?"

"Yes." The woman whispered and eagerly said, "Are you the policeman from PU-30? I heard that there is no mutation there. Can you take me and my daughter?"

"Can not."

His hands were tied during the rainy season, but he was like a high judge.

"I'll find a way to help you!" The woman immediately collapsed, "I beg you, can I take my daughter alone? As soon as Jinwu 2 went online, my daughter has not been exposed to the sun, she will not mutate! "

Song Qinglan said: "If you don't go, the black wall will also engulf you."

The woman was startled: "What black wall?"

"boom!"

There was a gunshot in the car, and someone had their head headshot, and blood was sprayed on the wall of the car.

Faced with such a good resource as equipment and space vehicles, the men split the spoils and got the killer, and they were so swearing and arguing.

The woman turned her head and screamed in horror.

The little girl was silent in her world playing with a doll, unheard of.

During the monsoon rains, he was not surprised by this scene, but he whispered: "It's coming soon."

He seemed to be out of the picture, just watching the situation change.

The person who fired the gun was taken away, and the body in the car had eyes wide open, but these people turned a blind eye.

The quarrel escalated, and they began to move their hands and fight each other in the car. Immediately afterwards, the space car turned abruptly and returned to stability.

I don't know who shouted: "Kill them all and take the space car!"

Everyone was quiet for a second, and at the same time rushed to the pile of equipment in the carriage!

The gunfire sounded.

The vehicle leaned sharply and was hit by a bullet in the control panel during the melee!

"Ah!!!" the woman screamed.

The out-of-control space vehicle was carrying a group of desperadoes advancing fast, and Song Qinglan rolled forward, her forehead reaching the cold muzzle.

He looked up, the black-faced male hand held his sleep in a fierce manner, and pulled the trigger at him.

Song Qinglan hooked her lips: "You want fingerprints, stupid."

As soon as the voice fell, his hands tied behind his back suddenly broke free. When he rolled forward, he didn't know when he picked up his saber. His movements were so fast that he could barely see clearly during the monsoon rains. He only saw him leaning on the spot. The long legs swept across, and the black-faced man was thrown to the ground in an instant.

Song Qinglan buckled up, grabbed the black-faced man's head and hit the ground! The black-faced man screamed, his nose was abruptly broken, and blood sprayed across his face!

At the same time, Song Qinglan kicked in her black short boots, and the saber whirled and slid in the opposite direction during the monsoon rain.

"Fuck him!"

"Stop!"

"Boom!"

The bullet hit the metal car wall, sparking everywhere.

In the dim light, Song Qinglan stepped on the car wall like a ghost and borrowed force. As soon as she landed, Song Qinglan snapped a person's neck!

"The car is out of control!"

Shouting during the rainy season, Song Qinglan raised her sleep to kill the two survivors in the midst of the sway. When she heard the shout, she immediately went to the lever to move the joystick, but a person threw herself behind her and strangled his throat severely.

"Boom!"

The vehicle made a loud noise, and everyone in the car was shaken violently.

The car shell rubbed the walls all the way forward, and rumbling through several walls before it could stop.

"Cough, cough, cough!" In the monsoon rain, he was thrown to a sweet throat, and coughing ceaselessly.

The windows of the car were broken, dust overflowed the car, and the steel plate of the car protruded in a huge arc. Everything was quiet.

The woman was shot in the head and blood was spilled on the floor. The ground was full of corpses. The little girl was facing down, bleeding stains under her body.

Someone grabbed his ankle.

Looking down during the monsoon rain, the black-faced man with blood on his face was not dead yet, and the diamond bird holding him in his other hand slowly lifted up.

During the rainy season, he still holds a saber in his hand.

"Ho ho."

The dead stood up.

With another sound, the little girl also stood up with the doll in her arms.

Looking at the black-faced man with beautiful eyes during the rainy season, he took his gun from his weak hand.

Then-

He stabbed his hand on the floor with a saber fiercely!

"Ah!!" A scream like a pig screaming sounded.

"Hurry up!" Song Qinglan pushed away the wall bricks she was pressing on, her body was embarrassed with gray and blood stains, "During the rainy season!"

The two jumped off the space car.

Zombies from all directions are rushing towards the space car making a loud noise!

The two are like a flat boat in the tide of corpses, and it is difficult to protect themselves in the surging tide. The gunshots continued to shook the tiger's mouth numb, and Song Qinglan's sleep sweeping could not withstand more zombies chasing.

"Ho!"

"Ho—"

Rotten flesh, heat waves, and an indescribable taste filled the nasal cavity.

The communicator was thrown away, and the channel in the subcutaneous communicator was still in public.

About the teammates were in the communication range, the intermittent voices of their teammates came from their ears: "Team Song?! Hello?...Team Song? Are you?! I heard a loud noise nearby!"

It's Tang Qi.

"It's us!" Song Qinglan replied while firing, "We are surrounded by corpses!"

Tang Qi: "... is positioning! ... will be here soon!"

Communication is interrupted.

On the side of the road not far away, there was a small green pavilion that attracted Song Qinglan's attention: "Go there and hold on!"

The two shot forward while shooting.

"Boom!"

Song Qinglan kicked the door open, and the zombies behind him were shot to death during the monsoon rain, and the two quickly got in.

The pavilion was so dark that it was only one square meter in size, pitifully small.

Song Qinglan panted with her back against the iron gate, and a few seconds later, she actually laughed: "Counselor Ji, can you change the argument next time?"

Face to face with him during the rainy season. In the dark, they couldn't see each other's expressions clearly: "What is the argument?"

The roar of the zombies makes the scalp numb, and the scratching sound is densely beating through the steel plates on all sides, and it is clear and audible. It is not difficult to imagine a scene where once the zombies find a chance, they will immediately break their stomachs.

It can't be an argument for homophobia.

Song Qinglan: "Prove the theory you want to tell us next."

In the last cycle, they passed through this area.

The blocked road, the damaged space car, and the little zombies encountered when turning into the side alley, wonderfully coincided with the current situation.

Song Qinglan didn't understand what to do during the rainy season.

It wasn't until the monsoon rains that the film "Dawn of the Living Dead" was mentioned indiscriminately, and he recalled that they had discussed the situation in the car before in the car.

It is difficult for ordinary people to accurately compare everything.

During the monsoon rains, the memory in his mind was too tight, and even the little zombie who glanced at it while driving, and the doll in the red dress in the hands of the little zombie, were firmly in his mind.

During the monsoon rain, the cold voice said: "In fact—"

There was a loud noise.

The small pavilion was overthrown by the corpses!

The two fell to the ground abruptly. They groaned during the monsoon rains, and Song Qinglan was so sternly suppressed that the second half of the sentence came out in her throat: "Ahem-there is no way to argue in another way."

Suddenly.

There was a shimmer of white light in the pavilion.

There was a screen above the two with animation and text flashing, but Song Qinglan was on it, and the screen was blocked by his back.

"Ho—"

The zombies are still pushing this long iron can.

The two stacked on top of each other were shaken, their skins pressed tightly, and their warm breath was close at hand.

In the dim light, Song Qinglan could see clearly during the monsoon rains.

The eyes are quiet and beautiful, the white cheeks are stained with dust, and the eyelashes are long and dense.

Obviously he is also a man, but during the rainy season, even the color of his lips is different from that of their thick group of people.

This silence lasted for about four or five seconds. During the monsoon rains, the eyelashes fluttered, his head turned slightly, and his eyes looked away: "Team Song, are you really straight?"

Song Qinglan held her elbows underneath, and tried her best to answer: "Counselor Ji, how do you want to blame me?"

It seemed that Song Qinglan could not explain.

During the rainy season, he said, "The way you looked at me just now was like a pervert staring at me in a bar."

Song Qinglan wanted to laugh, and snorted coldly: "I'm so close, just two of us, don't I just close your eyes unilaterally if I don't look at you?"

During the rainy season: "Well, you make sense."

Song Qinglan pulled back 10% and wanted to gain the upper hand: "Just go to the bar like you?"

When the monsoon rains, he turned his head back again, and his eyes read of course: "Gay."

Song Qinglan: "..."

excuse me.

"Hoh."

"Ho!"

The zombies were still pushing this poor little pavilion, and both of them chose to shut up tacitly during the shock. In this case, it would be too embarrassing to be squeezed into something.

Suddenly, a short brisk music sounded from the screen behind him.

Then the sweet female voice prompts: "Thank you for choosing this product, I wish you a good time~"

Shattered, something fell below the screen and hit them beside them.

The shining package is printed in general Chinese: [PU-31 ultra-realistic*extremely refreshing, replacing your significant other. ]