Duan Chengwu's warning came too suddenly.

Neither Zhao Yunhai nor Wu apparently responded.

Wu raised his head subconsciously, and in his eyes, Gatlin on the beast's shoulder was pointed at him at some point.

Looking at the muzzle of Gatlin Senhan's gun, Wu subconsciously swallowed and spit.

His men did not dare to delay and quickly put the new magazine they had just taken out into the chamber of the gun.

After that, he pulled the gun bolt hard, but he didn't expect that before Wu could raise the gun and shoot, the Gatling Mu on the beast's shoulder, who was steadily aiming at Wu, burst into flames.

“Da da da da da da!!”

The eardrums hurt from the huge noise caused by the Gatling terror shot.

Bullet casings kept shooting out, passing through the window and landing on Lao Zhao's head.

But what shocked Old Zhao now was not the noise made by the beasts outside, but...

"Wu!! Zi!!"

Gatlin's shot was predictable, and by the time Wu realized that the beast was about to shoot and tried to avoid it, it was already too late.

When the muzzle of Gatlin's gun turned, his fate was already sealed, and the bullet instantly turned Wu into a sieve.

The next second, Old Zhao watched helplessly as Wu's half-raised sword hung weakly from its muzzle, and then fell.

Immediately afterwards, the whole person fell to the ground as softly as a thin piece of paper, and then he threw himself directly against the wall to avoid Old Zhao.

You can clearly feel the warmth and coolness of the blood in your palms.

Lao Zhao's eyes widened and his hands trembled.

It was like a puppet whose soul had been taken away, staring blankly at Wu who fell into his arms.

"Sister, son, son, nothing will happen to you, son, nothing will happen to you."

Old Zhao was muttering to himself, his eyes were lifeless.

It's a pity that his muttering didn't receive any reply, and Wu's blood stained the ground beneath him little by little.

Wu died, completely.

Without even leaving a last word, his life was devoured by the fierce tongues of fire on the beast's shoulders.

At this time, Wenquan Xin rushed over from the side room without knowing when.

The young man who had just arrived walked happily into the house after the beastly fire stopped.

Especially since the situation was tense and he had to be wary of animal projectile attacks, Wenquan Xin did not notice the lifeless Wu on the ground.

After he rushed in, his first sentence was to ask nervously: "Old Zhao, how are you!?"

Old Zhao raised his head blankly, and then lost his mind and said: "Wu... Zi... he is dead!"

His eyes suddenly swelled, and Wenquan Xin froze in place, as if he had been hit on an acupuncture point while playing chess with someone in a martial arts novel.

Wu is dead?

Wenquan Xin was somewhat unable to accept the information Lao Zhao gave him.

How could it be possible? How could Wu die? Wasn't Wu loading bullets in the back room? How could he...

Questions were constantly raised in his mind. The admirable and belated Wenquan Xin suddenly remembered something. He lowered his head subconsciously, and then slowly focused his gaze on the figure crawling in Lao Zhao's arms.

The same clothes, the same figure, although Wenquan Xin found countless reasons to refuse, but... all the physical signs of the other party did not allow him to reject it.

It’s Wu!!

Wenquan Xin can basically confirm this fact.

Same clothes, same figure, but these are not the point.

The point, the point, is that the bloody holes punched through the man in front of him look so shocking at the moment.

"He, he is...his wife!?" Although he had already made a judgment in his heart, Wenquan Xin still refused to accept it or admit it.

He could reject this fact.

He didn't want to believe that the dead person in front of him was Wu.

What is the relationship between Wu and Wenquan Xin? At the beginning of the apocalypse, they were the first two brothers to be together.

Later, I met Hu Xiaodong, Wenquan Xin, Tang Qiang and others. Along the way, they encountered countless difficulties and obstacles, and their friendship became deeper and deeper along the way.

Apart from that, in the last battle in the prison, if Wu hadn't sacrificed his life to save the battle, Wenquan Xin would have gone to the Palace of Hell to report.

Therefore, the previous friendship between Wenquan Xin and Wu cannot be described in one or two sentences. In addition to their original relationship as friends, their life-and-death support along the way has established an incomparable life-and-death friendship.

So now that Wu is in this situation... To be honest, it is reasonable that Wenquan Xin can't accept it.

"He...is!"

The words came out with no power in my mouth, dragging out the tone.

After Wen Quanxin heard this, he couldn't swallow his throat.

Immediately, he couldn't help but feel an impulse in the corner of his eyes. He grabbed the gun with his fingers harder and harder.

The gun body made a faint squeezing sound as Wenquan Xin continued to scratch it harder due to grief and anger.

An unknown anger was burning in Wenquan Xin's heart.

In front of him is his best buddy.

They had survived so many life-and-death battles along the way, but they didn't expect to die in this originally safe house.

Sad! Angry! As the saying goes, anger starts from the heart, and evil comes from the courage.

If you don’t explode in silence, you will perish in silence.

Wenquan Xin could not pretend to do nothing when his brother was beaten to death.

At that moment, he picked up the firearm from the ground without hesitation, and when he was done, he suddenly jumped up.

“You stupid bastard, I’m going to fight you today!!

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!" Pulling the gun bolt hard, Wenquan Xin raised the gun and fired.

At this moment, every bullet fired from the barrel of the gun was like a flame carrying his anger to Wenquan Xin.

Old Zhao was still sitting on the ground dumbly as before, Wu's corpse in front of him seemed to attract his attention like magic.

Until my ears were ringing and hurting from the violent gunshots.

His heart suddenly tightened, and Lao Zhao could lift his head.

When he saw Wenquan Xin listening to the muzzle of the gun firing like fire, Old Zhao couldn't help but frown.

Just now, Wu was swept into a sieve by Gatlin and appeared in front of Old Zhao again.

Is it an illusion? Is it an illusion?

But it doesn’t matter if it’s not an illusion.

For Lao Zhao, the sound of gunfire now is like the death knell of hell. He cannot and does not want to see his brothers fall in front of him.

It was his stupidity, laziness, and failure to stop it in time that led to the tragedy.

If Mr. Zhao had stopped Wu's reckless behavior in time, perhaps the tragedy would not have happened.

But obviously, there is no regret medicine in this world.

The result is that Wu was beaten into a fool by Gatlin.

But Wu's tragedy cannot be stopped, but now Wenquan Xin...

Although his mind was still in a state of confusion, Wu's corpse reminded Lao Zhao that he had to organize similar things to happen.

He absolutely cannot let his brother die here.

Raising his head, Lao Zhao shouted: "Xiao Wen, get down quickly, get down quickly, you are too dangerous!!"

Dangerous!? Maybe!

But Wenquan Xin obviously had no idea about this.
Chapter completed!