The system always wants me to attack the boss

Bi Chuan couldn't even answer, and wanted to run subconsciously. As long as the person in front of him raised his knife and dropped it, he might disappear in an instant.

At this time, fear swept Bi Chuanlian's brain. He wanted to push the opponent away and run away, but he just made a movement and was suppressed.

"You don't know how to use a gun, and you don't have hand-to-hand combat skills. How did you cross half of the map?" The gun was pressed against the young man's face, and the black muzzle passed slowly across the other's face, and finally stayed in the throat place.

The colonel would not leave the safe zone easily, and even if he did, he would not come to such a remote place.Obviously, the colonel wasn't here for the weaklings outside Purdue, he was here to retrieve something that was lost in the safe zone.

And this young man is suspicious everywhere.

Bi Chuan was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe, cold sweat kept coming out, wet his forehead, and the air seemed to be compressed in the black muzzle of the gun.

His throat was dry, but water overflowed from his eyes. He didn't admit that he was frightened, but the drops of water had already rolled out of the corners of his eyes and were falling down.

The instigator is still asking, "Why are you crying?"

The muzzle moved a little, as if to give the young man a little space.

"Why...how can you...determine people's life and death?" Bi Chuan pressed his hands on the bed, his fingertips turned white, but he still wanted to ask, if he didn't scare him like this, he wasn't bitten.

The colonel did not respond to his words, but only looked at the gun in his hand, and a guess came to mind, "So you held it just now, and you wanted to kill me?" There was a smile on his face.

"I didn't! I'm not you!" Bi Chuanlian kept himself calm, but when he realized that the muzzle of the gun was against his throat after losing his temper, he subconsciously began to pretend to be pitiful and weak.

"Take it easy, you're making me hurt..." trying to make this man feel kinder and let him go.

"Is the dead person related to you?"

"No."

"They saved you?"

Bi Chuan shook his head repeatedly, and then he heard the colonel laughing, just a few shallow tones, as if his own reaction pleased him.

"I have also been to City A, when I was only 15 years old, I spared a person who was bitten by a zombie."

"Just a shallow sip."

"When the other party begged me, I softened my heart."

"Then he destroyed an entire city."

Some people escaped the zombie wave, thinking that since he had escaped from there, he could still live.Even if he found himself bitten, he still had hope in his heart, hoping that he would not mutate, but none of them escaped, and others were also implicated.

The colonel thought to himself that it had been a long, long time since he had heard anyone accuse him of an atrocity and inhumanity.

It's not that no one objected, it's not that no one questioned it, it's just that no one dared to challenge the authority face to face, and this young man was obviously that scared.

Bi Chuanlian found out that the colonel was absent-minded, and resorted to the force of beating the zombies. He pushed the man away suddenly, and took back the pistol. The bullet was already loaded, and he held it high and pressed it against the colonel's back.

"You go out, I don't want to stay with you."

Listen, how childish this is.

But the colonel didn't have to get along with him, so he fulfilled his wish, but he dragged the young man out of the door.Seeing him alive and kicking, crying and swearing, he is not sick at all.

With a bang, the bedroom door slammed shut.

Bi Chuanlian was shut outside the door, dumbfounded, he was furious, thinking that if you won't let me sleep in bed, then he would just go to Mr. Bo and give him a squeeze.But as soon as he stepped out the door, he was pointed at by an equally black gun.

Bi Chuan surrendered with both hands up, all right, all right, he retreated into the room, not daring to touch the other party's equipment, fearing that he would really die later, so he curled up on the simple sofa.

There is no quilt, only a coat of the other party hanging at the door.Bi Chuan couldn't bear to sleep without a quilt, so he pulled the colonel's overcoat and put it on.

Lie back on the sofa again, put on his overcoat, and there was still a little bit of the other person's body temperature in the clothes. Bi Chuan even wondered why the smell was a little...familiar.

But he quickly overturned his own thoughts. Everything was an illusion. He just lost his memory, so everything he encountered had an effect, and he was just looking for comfort.

He couldn't really know the colonel.

After pawing at the overcoat, he fell into a drowsy sleep.There were no gunshots in the dream, but it seemed to be another dream of the sea breeze blowing.

When he woke up from the dream the next day, he still remembered the salty and wet smell of the sea breeze. He wondered if he needed to look at the world map to see if there were any familiar sea areas.

Maybe that would find his lost memory.

He was in a daze, and the coat on his body was ripped away by the vicious colonel. The other party looked at the coat for a long time, and when Bi Chuanlian thought he was going to wipe it with a wet towel, the colonel reluctantly put it on .

His face is very stinky.

Today is the day when the large troops are transferred. Bi Chuan even watched these people go out and organize supplies, while he hid at the door of the lounge for the old, weak, sick and disabled, very shameless.

It can also be seen from this that a certain colonel picked up three large boxes at once. When passing by him, his face was cold and he did not criticize him. He just took a look and continued to transport supplies.

Bi Chuanlian felt a little uncomfortable with that look, and finally decided to end his lazy behavior.

It's just that when he moved, he would never move military supplies, so it's better not to touch such dangerous things.Before the big troop set off, everyone was given a handy iron rod specially used to smash the heads of zombies.

It's still kind of retractable.

Bi Chuanlian's handcuffs had been removed long ago, and he walked towards the car where the uncle was without even thinking about it, but he couldn't get very far, and was taken back again as a chick.

The chick Chuanchuan was not happy, and protested with the chicken breeder, Comrade Colonel, as soon as he got in the car.

"I don't want to follow you."

The colonel didn't speak, and started the vehicle on his own, telling the people behind to follow in a cold voice.

Bi Chuanlian hurriedly continued to protest, but just as he opened his mouth, the colonel stuffed him with a mouthful of biscuits, which the colonel had already eaten.

Bi Chuan pooh-pooh-poohed, wanting to spit it out.

"If you dare to vomit, I will leave you here alone."

Mouchuan's eyes widened. Between swallowing it and being thrown here, he finally chose to eat it obediently.It's always so weird to eat something that other people have eaten.

He felt that the colonel was very hostile to him, and vaguely remembered that the old man's evaluation of this man was: Although he is cold and repulsive, he occasionally speaks poisonously, but the most important thing is that he is upright.

Gee.