Chen Lin came out of the cover with an assault rifle in her arms, walked to a leg shot, and was tightening the upper end of the wound with a cloth strip to slow down the blood flow, staring at him quietly.

Women's minds always change quickly. A few months ago, Chen Lin felt that her long hair was very inconvenient, so she cut it all off and shaved her head neatly. She soon regretted it and began to grow her hair. Sufficient food provided nutrition for her body. Although Chen Lin's short hair now is obviously a man's style, it added a bit of heroism to her. With her concave and convex figure, she looked special.

The injured strong man was very tough. He tried hard to raise his head and stared at Chen Lin with a vicious look: "I'm just not lucky, what do you think? How many of you can do it like you? Can you do it one night if you are a slut like you..."

"Bang!"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Lin, who was cold-faced, had already pulled the trigger. The fierce and vicious man fell down, and the bullet accurately penetrated his neck, blowing his entire head to the side.

Chen Lin doesn't like shooting the target at a close distance. Doing so will only splash blood and brains everywhere, and even get it on herself. Women like to be clean, and Chen Lin is no exception.

He raised his feet and kicked the strong man's body over and avoided the blood spurted out from the broken neck. Chen Lin bent down and took a necklace from the chest of the corpse, took it in his hand and looked at it carefully, with a smile on his face.

It was a "Cartier" diamond necklace, which was made of exquisite workmanship. The shot on the strong man's legs was shot by Chen Lin. She was a bit far away at that time, and she didn't see clearly. She just saw a ray of reflection on the strong man's chest from the scope. Women were naturally sensitive to jewelry. This strong man obviously did not understand the difference between men's jewelry and women's necklaces. He obviously got this necklace from a luxury store. Now, it has become Chen Lin's spoils.

Xie Kun arranged various follower teams to clean the battlefield in an orderly manner.

"You go over there and set up a guard post on the outside of the square."

"You guys go to occupy the building at 10 o'clock and move a machine gun over there. The location is very high and can control the entire outer street."

"All attackers must be solved within half an hour. The boss specifically told me before leaving, and we should not be captured. Since they dare to do it, they must pay the price for it!"

When the two armed followers escorted Hu Zhejianghai into the waiting hall, Xie Kun was giving the last order. The man wearing glasses looked a little weak, and the slightly long hair style on his head was even a little funny, but Hu Zhejianghai didn't care about these things. He clearly heard every word he said from Xie Kun's mouth. His heart was beating violently, and his mind was filled with fear and shock.

It seems that I have calculated something wrong.

From beginning to end, Hu Zhejianghai did not take Xie Kun seriously, nor did he have ever included him on the list of people that must be paid attention to. Of course, this is not surprising. Hu Zhejianghai was not very clear about the personnel composition of Liu Tianming's team. He could only make a judgment on the surface through a few few contacts, as well as the tour of the "Iron Fist Club" that night.

The status and status of those who always follow the leader are very important. Even a mate carrying a bag must pay enough attention.

But Xie Kun has always been low-key. He has a quiet personality, like a cat hidden in the dark. Even if his opponent is approaching, if he is not sure of a fatal blow, Xie Kun will never take action. Especially his appearance, he is easily misunderstood as weak and bullied. He only has a medium figure and has no muscles. He doesn't want Cao Xinneng, Yang Qingguo, and he doesn't want Luo Kuan to be tall, rich and handsome. In the words of the civilized era, Xie Kun is an "poor and short file". Especially the black-framed glasses he put on the bridge of his nose are simply the best evidence of poverty and sourness.

Xie Kun himself didn't understand why he kept these glasses.

The mutated cells have obviously changed their physique, and their eyes are no longer myopia, and there is no need to add burden on their faces. However, Xie Kun just doesn't have the consciousness to take off his glasses and throw them away.

He has a very special nickname in the team - "Men of Glasses".

Hu Zhejianghai felt that he could win over Xie Kun. Especially now, Liu Tianming took people out, which is the best time given to him by God.

If these people can be successfully recruited, Hu Zhejianghai felt that he would not be a failure, and even more successful than expected. It was very simple. The battle results have shown that his subordinates are useless and they are all wastes who are killed casually. The combat experience of these people in Liu Tianming's team is simply inconsistent. They are outrageously powerful, especially the bloody and cruelty they show, like a murderous machine that has been debugged, powerful, and accurate shooting.

"Wait! Wait first! I have something to say."

When he was escorted by two armed followers, Hu Zhejianghai shouted at him desperately: "This is your opportunity, I am willing to cooperate with you. You...I don't know your name, but you must let me finish it. Please, this is good for us."

The shouting sound was loud, forming an echo in the empty waiting hall. Many people turned around and looked in this direction, with a little confused expression. Xie Kun waved his hand casually, and everyone turned around and went back to work on their own things.

Xie Kun signaled the two followers to take Hu Zhejianghai to him. He looked up and down, his body was covered in blood, his clothes were splashed with gasoline, and some holes were burned out. He even had half of his hair burnt, and asked calmly: "What do you want to say?"

Hu Zhehai tried hard to control his emotions: "Can you tell me your name?"

This is no secret. Xie Kun nodded: "My name is Xie Kun."

"Xie Kun! Xie Kun..."

Hu Zhehai repeated the name twice. He swallowed his saliva hard, soaking the dry throat that was almost like a fire, making his voice not so hoarse: "You are very strong, I know you commanded this battle, you are their commander. You won, you are straightforward and beat very beautifully, and I am convinced by the loss."

There was no emotional change on Xie Kun's face, and he listened quietly to Hu Zhejianghai's following.

"You may not have noticed that a great opportunity has been placed in front of you."

Hu Zhejianghai lowered his voice, and at the same time he watched quickly, and said in an urgent voice: "You don't think about being inferior to others forever, right? Look at the people around you, they are all experienced and excellent warriors. You have excellent weapons and ammunition. As long as you are willing, you can live a much better life than you are now. Xie Kun, you know who I am, you know I have a gang in this city. My strength is equally strong. I bring not many people today. On my territory, I can also pull out more than ten times more people than now."

"Of course, they are not as strong as you. They are more like a group of civilians. Do you know what I mean? Any army needs logistics supply. It requires food, supplies, and rest and garrison. I can provide you with everything you want. The "Iron Fist Club" has many beautiful women, you can rotate every day and you won't feel bored. We control a large area of ​​cultivated land outside the city, and food is not a problem at all. There are many treasures scattered in this city, and I mean the shops before the virus outbreak. No matter what you want, you have everything."

"We should join forces, we can control the city. We can respect you as the leader and everything will be done according to your will."

Hu Zhejianghai's mouth foam splashed around and depicted the beautiful picture of the future, and Xie Kun's expression did not change at all. It was not until Hu Zhejianghai spoke in a dry mouth and even his breathing became a little heavy that he took off his eyes from his nose, took out a handkerchief from his pocket as usual, and wiped it carefully.

"You still don't understand the current situation."

Xie Kun said slowly: "You have already lost. There will never be any change in this."

"No! That's not the case!"

Hu Zhehai became excited and his words became even more deceptive: "As long as you want, you can get everything. You are a fighting genius, and you have the ability to manage these people well. I will do my best to help you and give you the throne of the king."

Xie Kun put his eyes on again and shook his head: "I'm sorry, I can't accept your suggestions. You should talk to our leader about these words."

A strange sneer suddenly appeared on Hu Zhehai's tight face.

"Talking to him? Are you referring to Liu Tianming? I don't think that living people can talk to dead people."

The eyes behind Xie Kun's lenses flashed coldly: "What do you mean?"

Hu Zhehai sneered repeatedly: "Liu Tianming is dead. He was dead when he followed me and left the train station."

Xie Kun frowned slightly.

There is a very wonderful sensory connection between each team core member and Liu Tianming. This sensing does not accurately perceive the specific location between each other, but rather through the connection effect of the mutated cells, it knows that the other party is still alive or dead.

This is very similar to telepathy between twins, with similar effects.

Xie Kun was sure that Liu Tianming was not dead. He was very healthy. Although the positions of both sides had been separated from the normal sensing distance, Xie Kun knew very well that Liu Tianming had not encountered any fatal danger so far.

His brows gradually loosened, and he stared at Hu Zhehai, who had a somewhat crazy expression with a cold look: "You are not only a madman with imagination, but also a liar who is full of nonsense."

Hu Zhehai was unmoved at all: "Believe me, I didn't lie to you. Even if Liu Tianming is not dead yet, he is not far from death and is very close. Hahahaha!"

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