Desperate Game Cat Hunter

You can't expect the same help you get in civilized society, there are no repairmen and no towing companies.You can only solve it yourself.But it seems that the people in the car are not good at this.

There was an offer to get all of us in our van and stay in the box.But it was rejected.Everyone is doing it.

I know it's no accident.Al always finds a way to find a way to play tricks.But I don't know his purpose, at least I didn't know before Yiwei and the others appeared.

The doctor was changing my medication when there was gunfire outside.The sound of the gun gave him a complete meal.But Al, who was sitting beside me watching the excitement, smiled and said, "They're catching up."

Then Al pulled out the pistol he had hidden for a long time from his back waist, raised his hand and solved the two people sitting in the driver's seat and the co-pilot.A bullet went through the back of the seat and pierced his heart, and another one was looking up at the gunshots outside the window, and then was shot in the head by Al, just like dealing with zombies.

Now that I understood, I also drew out my gun, and the doctor on the ground was trembling, looking at us with incredible eyes.

"Sorry, sir," I said, and put a round between his eyebrows.Believe it or not, I mean that apology.I can only kill him if I want to live.

"Oh, kitty, you're getting more and more heartless." Al watched the doctor fall, his body collided with the car floor and made a sound, and said with a smile, "You don't want your bullet to hit me one day."

"I'll try my best." I don't want to reveal too much emotion, it's not safe.

Obviously the gunshots in the car did not attract the attention of people outside the car.Because when there are gunshots one after another, you can't tell where the gunshots are.

After finishing off the people in the car, Al opened the window and leaned out his entire upper body, as if he was not at all worried that Yiwei and the others over there would kill him as an enemy.

The cover of those righteous warriors is nowhere in the car.And such a positional shot caught them off guard, accurate and quick, and those warriors who believed in God returned to the arms of their Lord.

While he was tackling them, I was alone trying to put the half-wrapped bandages on myself.This one seemed to be difficult though, and I had to get all my teeth to help.

I was so focused on here that I didn't notice the battle situation, and before I realized it, they had already stepped on this bus-like vehicle.

Kerry was the first to come up.He seems to have lost a lot of weight, and there are a lot of bloodshot eyes in his eyes. I think they must have not slept well in the past few days because they were chasing the supply truck.

"I'm really happy to see you." Kerry's tone was a little sarcastic, "You have to know that I never tried so hard when I was chasing women."

The atmosphere at the scene was a little frozen, and there were occasional gunshots outside. It should be that Rost was checking to see if there were any survivors, and then shot again.I bit the end of the bandage, wondering if I should move on to the next move.

I've known for a long time that they don't think we're just going first.The only thing that made me feel strange was that Yiwei wasn't the one who entered first.I have always imagined that Yiwei rushed into the car in a rage first, then pointed his gun at us and shot without hesitation.

Everyone was in a stalemate, neither talking nor moving, but my posture was a bit funny, and it was very hard.

"Okay, Kerry, it's not suitable for you to be angry." Al suddenly said with a smile, "Where's Yiwei? He should be allowed to do things like this."

It seemed Al was as puzzled as I was.

"Yiwei was injured, and is still lying in the car." Carrie opened his mouth to tell some shocking truths.

The injury that allowed Yiwei to lie down obediently must have made him unconscious.Although I was surprised, I didn't feel worried, after all, we are not partners.Not only is it not a partner, even if it is an enemy who temporarily does not fire, it is not too much.

Al frowned, which obviously worried him a little, and he asked, "What happened?"

"Assault." Kerry said succinctly, "Personally, I think it's the same group of people as you here."

I think they should have fought them head-on.According to Yiwei's personality, he was definitely the first to start the war.

At this time Rost came up from the car.He holds a metal tag in his hand. I have seen this. In military movies, this is equivalent to a soldier's business card. It says everything from the unit he belongs to to his name. The hidden information can even include blood type and a list of allergies.The latter two are convenient to save time for emergency rescue.

"It's the same group," Rost confirmed.

Kerry looked at us and shrugged.He guessed right.

"Do you need my help kitty?" Kerry suddenly changed the subject and looked at me.He was referring to the fact that I was all alone with the bandages on.

"No, no need." My pronunciation was slurred and strange because I was biting on the bandage.I turned him down immediately.

It seems that without Yiwei, the whole team immediately became more rational as a whole.If he's awake, then I think it's an absolute mess right now.He's definitely going to yell about killing us... well, or just me.

Maybe it's a good thing for me that he got hurt.In an instant, I feel a lot safer, right?

Al stood up from his seat, his expression changed from surprise to laziness, and he teased, "This may mean that we finally have some clean days."

He walked directly towards Kerry and Rost, and got out of the car past them.Relaxed and natural, he had no intention of explaining why he left in the supply truck.

It was just the three of us in the car, and I was a little nervous, and I couldn't expect them to stop shooting me if they didn't shoot Al.The nature of these is completely different, Al is close to the existence of the leader, and I am closer to the existence of pets.

My eyes are basically locked on Rost, this is instinct.People unconsciously pay attention to things that are more threatening.

Rost is also looking at me, his gaze is not as explicit as that of Evie, who always looks like he wants to bite off a piece of my flesh.And Rost's gaze is more like freezing light, which obviously looks harmless, but it makes your spine shiver subconsciously.

"Seeing that you are still alive, I really don't know whether to be happy or sad for you." Kerry suddenly interrupted my thinking.

"..." I think it should be something to be happy about.Personally, I think so.Kerry clearly disagreed, though.

I don't quite understand what he means, but I feel vaguely uneasy.

He knows the people on this team better than I do.I figured if he said it was something to be sad about, then I'd have to be extra careful next.

Rost turned around and got out of the car after staying for a while.Seriously, I was relieved to see him turn around.Hearing the sound of Rost getting out of the car, Kerry also got off with him.

I think I have to go down too.This bus is bound to be abandoned, and if I stay here, it will most likely be abandoned together.

I went back to the RV.Unexpectedly, it feels very familiar, which is incredible.I think my days here must have made a huge impression on my brain.From the stale air, to the messy furnishings, and even the broken glass windows.

This familiarity more or less made me a little irritable, for no reason.

I deliberately went to Yiwei's bedside to see him.It's not that I care, I just want to confirm whether I can completely eliminate this person's threat.But the result seems to be disappointing.

He didn't look badly injured, he looked fine.Sleeping on the bed, I breathe evenly, and my complexion looks healthy, but my lips are a little chapped and peeled due to dryness.

I really wanted to lift his quilt to see how he was hurt and where he was hurt.If it was possible, I even imagined that I could take a shot or stab him in the heart.

But I dare not take this risk, the risk is too high, especially now that Evie doesn't seem to be in serious trouble.My rash actions might give him a reason to kill me.I'm pretty sure if I did that and he caught him, he'd kill me right away, without hesitation, in a split second.

Slaughtering is a joyful process, it needs the mood.But now Yiwei won't be in this mood, so I think he will cut my throat with a single knife, and I won't even have a chance to survive again. (Slow kills, big chances)

All of a sudden, maybe a hallucination.I noticed Yiwei's eyelids move.Just that makes me feel uncontrollably scared, I don't want him to open his eyes and see me.It's definitely a terrible thing to do.I fled from his bedside immediately.

I didn't get out of the car. Outside, Al and the others were liquidating our remaining supplies and carrying the supplies left by the righteous warriors.I don't really want to go down and help.So I stayed in the car, in my own bunk.It's not much more comfortable here than on a bus seat.I sat down and waited for them to finish and get in the car.But at the same time, I have to pay attention to Yiwei's movements, I don't want to die unexpectedly at this time.

It took Kerry and the others more than two hours to clear and tidy up, maybe less.When they got in the car, their faces were not very good-looking.I think I can guess why.

Those righteous warriors have consumed our supplies recently.At that time, I guessed that the reason why they took the risk of knocking on our car door at night was not only the confidence given to them by the so-called justice and sufficient weapons and equipment, but also the lack of supplies.They need to absorb some people with resources to supplement supplies to support them.

After a brief silence in the room, Kerry spoke first, still using his gentle tone, he said, he is going to drive the supply truck, we need to go to the next location.

After Kerry got out of the car, Rost also consciously moved to the driving seat of our car and started it.

"Um, how bad is it?" I asked Al.Maybe I shouldn't have asked him at this time, but I was worried about them—I mean, about whether there would be enough food and water to keep me alive.

Al didn't speak, I guessed whether he didn't hear or didn't want to answer, and hesitated to ask a second time.

"The food supplies are almost halved, but the armament and medicine have been enhanced by about two times." Al answered me when I hesitated.

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Well, this is really not good news.Armed forces do matter.But this is like money, in this world, its role is limited, they cannot eat or drink.You may only be able to die a miserable death by guarding this pile of scrap metal.

I figured we'd better get to the next town a little faster, even if there was armed resistance there.As long as it can provide us with food and safe water.

"How's Evie doing?" Al asked me.

I subconsciously froze for a moment, and wanted to answer that I didn't know, but Al rushed ahead of me and said, "Don't tell me you haven't seen it, I think you care more about him than us."

This is not called caring, at most it is concerned.

"I really don't know," I decided to tell the truth, "the complexion looks good. I don't know exactly how or where it hurts."

When I described this fact, I felt even more depressed.Not to mention killing Yiwei, I'm not even sure how much of a threat he is to me—I mean the threat of combat power.

Al looked into my eyes for a few seconds, then he believed it.Passed by me to see Evie.At this time, the lack of a combat power is not very good-I think Al thinks so.After all, Yiwei has incredible talents in fighting and massacre.

I sit where I am.Because the bed is on the floor of the car, it makes me look more like a pet, a dog or a cat or something.

What a bad feeling!I got up from the bed, picked a chair and sat down.

Then I heard the sound of Al and Evie wrestling - very good, Al helped me prove that Evie's injury was not serious at all.It really sucks.

The sound inside was still going on, Rost and I pretended we didn't hear anything, and didn't look there.Although the voices there are too loud to be ignored.I heard Yiwei shouting words such as traitor loudly, but at the same time, I could feel Yiwei's powerlessness.

Only the downtrodden would roar these useless curses and words so angrily.If he could take down Al, he should be laughing like a freak by now.

Sounds like a mad dog in a hurry.

When I thought about it, I actually laughed out loud.That's right, isn't it? It's very suitable for Yiwei.

This farce went on for a long time.When Al came out again, I saw that his arm seemed to be injured, because blood dripped from it, flowed out from the sleeve, and stained his hand red.And it was already quiet inside, there was no sound at all.

Then he came out and lit a cigarette.The blood from the fingertips wets the roots of the tobacco.

The silence inside is a bit uncomfortable.For a moment I felt a little scared.This fear came from the guess that he might have killed Yiwei.If even a valuable person like Yiwei can be killed because of dissatisfaction, then I'm afraid I will have to worry about it every day.

"Hey, kitty," Al's voice pulled me out of my racing thoughts, "I think Evie might need your help."

The car started.