The girls who serve as waiters need to be grateful to the soldiers, and at the same time, they need to seduce the soldiers so that they can lower their vigilance and make it easier for Zhu Pingxin and his men to attack. The troops who provided a full set of military equipment to Zhu Pingxin,
It was precisely because of this arrangement that I fell down.
Guo Zhenbei looked at everything arranged. He just tilted his head, and then buckled his helmet on under Zhu Pingxin's horrified eyes. But before doing this, the sneer at the corner of his mouth made Zhu Ping
My heart began to tremble.
"It's over!"
Knowing that his life was short, Zhu Pingxin gritted his teeth and wanted to give it a try. However, Guo Zhenbei's subsequent actions made him understand that such a choice would only make his death more ugly.
"I advise you not to take action. Do you think your pistol is more powerful than my Sand Eagle?"
It wasn't until Guo Zhenbei spoke in the black and impermanent voice that he had used in the small mountain village base that Zhu Pingxin knew that he was doomed.
It was a black .50 Desert Eagle. Needless to say, what would happen if the gun hit a person. Such a beautiful and dazzling weapon is definitely one of the most lethal weapons. The golden .50 Desert Eagle made Guo Zhen
Bei didn't like it very much because it was too dazzling. So Guo Zhenbei gave it to Siweier and asked her to modify it for him.
At this moment, the big killer weapon in Guo Zhenbei's hand has turned into the kind of black Jiahuishi. It is a black that makes people feel cold when they see it. It is as if it has just been taken from Naihe Bridge.
It's like fishing it out of the black water river, it's so black that it makes people's scalp explode. The competition-grade grip is more suitable for holding "Thor's Hammer Powered Armor".
This reminded Zhu Pingxin of what he saw in the telescope, when Guo Zhenbei used this gun to clean up the "Tyrant" and "Swift Corpse" who were harassed by them. When asked about punishing Zhu Pingxin, who had a stronger head than the "Tyrant",
When he lost all hope, he simply collapsed on the chair at the dining table next to him.
"It's over, everything is over, and my life is over!"
Zhu Pingxin, who collapsed in his seat, regretted it. At this time, he remembered what he told Zhen Xiaoshan.
Indeed, he did not have much drug left, so Shu Guang and his group decided to do this kind of thing for the last time. He needed to replenish the manpower in the farm that had been lost after the zombies mutated, so that he could rebuild a new farm.
He decided that as long as he was allowed to build another farm organized by defenseless survivors that only he knew, then he would really "return to evil". He had even considered Shu Guang's suggestion, but now Zhu Pingxin felt
Forget about the regrets.
If he had followed Shu Guang's advice, Zhen Xiaoshan would not have escaped, nor would she have attracted these evil spirits.
Paralyzed, he saw more things that were frightening, unpleasant and worrying. Guo Zhenbei's soldiers wearing "Spartan armor" were now in a regular combat formation. They were all bent over.
, the weird machine gun-like weapons in the thug's hands were held up in front of his eyes. Moreover, those weapons seemed to be weightless.
That kind of pneumatic assault rifle looks similar to the m60, but is actually smaller. It uses a lot of composite materials, and its weight is actually not heavy. Therefore, soldiers move forward with their hands in front of their eyes like ordinary light weapons, and they will not move forward.
How much trouble.
As they moved, Guo Zhenbei saw more and more scenes of destruction. These scenes completely aroused the hostility in him. The hand holding the black .50 Desert Eagle trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but
I understand how people can be so bad.
From the images shared from the perspective of his soldiers, Guo Zhenbei gritted his teeth and glanced at Zhu Pingxin. At this time, his face turned completely white, as if someone had drained all the blood from his body. His mouth was half open, his lips
The ghostly look in his eyes when they first met has been completely lost by now.
Even the "expression analysis system" only used one word in the "virtual vision" to express everything Zhu Pingxin was feeling in front of him.
"despair!"
"Despair, then why did you go there? Those women on the side dishes inside are not desperate, and the woman who was turned upside down by you is not desperate? People can't be so shameless, even in this biochemical apocalypse.
You should be so shameless!"
What made Zhu Pingxin even more desperate at this moment was that his so-called loyal subordinates looked similar to him. Even though they placed their weapons within easy reach, no one faced him.
These men in "Spartan armor" fired shots.
"Hmph, these are all useless things. It's in vain that I, Mr. Zhu, am usually so nice to you. I care about what you eat and what you drink. Most women also let you play with them. How come when it comes time to fight for your life, all of them are like this?
What about virtue?”
Similar to Zhu Pingxin's expression, the people under his command who had just been played with women and were guarding here all looked like prisoners awaiting death. They knew that their time had come. When these soldiers arrived here,
Presumably, people like myself can no longer stop the survivors and tell them everything they have done.
Especially those survivors who have been here for a long time, the exchanges between them will let them know many things.
"If I had known, I should have killed them all!"
Most of the survivors in the basement here are young and beautiful girls, or some men over 40 years old. Relatively speaking, they are easier to deal with. They are not as hot-tempered as those young boys.
Men in their prime are often willing to take on more work in order to protect their families from harm.
Regarding this matter, Zhu Pingxin seems to be reasonable. At least he will not let his men touch the wives of those men easily. As long as they can endure it, then this is a rule.
Although he was thinking this in his heart, Zhu Pingxin's face now completely pretended to be bowing his head and confessing his guilt. Having dealt with him before, he knew that the more obedient he was at this time, the more harmonious he and his life would be.
Assure.
But Guo Zhenbei's cold words immediately made him understand that his little cleverness was nothing compared to the guy in front of him.
"Why, were you just thinking that you should kill the survivors here who were abused by you? Let me tell you Zhu Pingxin, you violated the most basic morals of the Chinese people, so you deserve to die!"
"But, I am forced to have no choice!"
As usual, Zhu Pingxin wanted to complain, and the expression on his face really seemed to be aggrieved. Although he put on such an expression, he was still wondering in his heart, how could Guo Zhenbei guess what he was thinking?
On the surface, this young soldier seems to be the kind of guy who is careless. Even Zhu Pingxin can conclude from this point that if it were in the past, a guy like him would always be a soldier.
"Is he a person with a deeper knowledge? No, I have seen so many people, and I have never missed it! Then why can he guess what I am thinking?"
Haha, is this difficult for Guo Zhenbei? With the foundation of science and technology, it takes no effort at all to face such cunning primitive people.
"Zhu Pingxin, you have never watched American TV series, have you? Hum, if you have, you should know. Your ability to talk to people and tell ghosts is nonsense. You think you know how to lie?
It’s just a lie. It doesn’t matter if I tell you. Anyway, I’ll break you after a while. I have an expression analysis system, so in my eyes, your little tricks are worthless and have no secret at all!”
After Zhu Pingxin understood this, he gave up completely. At this time, he was no longer afraid, and even the look of submission and humiliation he had just pretended completely disappeared from his face.
"Okay, just die. I want to smoke. Is that possible?"
At this time, Guo Zhenbei showed another level of attitude. He reached out and took out a cigar from his belongings bag. As mentioned before, Guo Zhenbei didn't have any smoking habit. He only smoked one occasionally.
Imported Cuban cigars. Even though he doesn’t have much of a cigarette addiction, Guo Zhenbei has to admit that Cubans are second best in making cigars, and no one in the world dares to take first place.
Zhu Pingxin is a person who knows the goods. Even though he has been running a "black shop" for many years, there are not many opportunities to enjoy such things. The reason is that, no matter what, Zhu Pingxin still has some traditional Chinese habits.
This is the traditional habit of the Chinese people, which is saving, and the instinctive resistance to luxury goods. It’s not that they don’t like it, but luxury goods are often used as gifts or as a means of showing off their status on certain occasions.
He reached out and took the cigar Guo Zhenbei handed him, smelled it under his nose, and then nodded. Zhu Pingxin probably knew that he could not escape the death penalty, so he felt a sense of relief at this time.
"Cuban cigars, aren't these given to you by the country? Otherwise, as a junior officer, how could you afford such a thing?"
"It is not given by the country, and I am not an officer. Like you, I am a survivor after the catastrophe. The difference is that within my ability, no one should try to bully the Chinese, no matter what.
Can't!"
After hearing Guo Zhenbei's words, Zhu Pingxin looked at him with a new look. Then he shook his head, admonishing like an old man.
"Young man, things in this world are not what you think. People like you are almost extinct in China. I am a dying person. Please believe me. Even if you have good equipment, you have great skills.
Not bad, but things are unpredictable, so I advise you to be more careful in the future."
Of course Guo Zhenbei understood what Zhu Pingxin meant, and he also understood that people like him would never be able to get ahead in the past society. It was not just because he was born in poverty, and it was not just because he had no father to fight for.
It's that you won't accept the unspoken rules that are common in all industries.
"Really? I think they need to change it!"
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