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City of Living Corpses 110 Brothers and...Promise!

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    "Mouse, why don't you go take a rest?"

    In the open space of the auto repair shop workshop, He An looked at Zhang Hao sitting on the ground and said, "You have been running around for a day, so go and get some sleep."

    Zhang Hao said, "Well, let's go now." He quickly pressed the bullets scattered on the ground into the submachine gun magazine with both hands. At the same time, he introduced to Zhang Lang who was squatting next to him: "This submachine gun has very strong recoil."  Small, even a person who uses a gun for the first time can quickly master it. I will teach you how to use it later, so you can protect yourself with a gun."

    Zhang Lang nodded vigorously, then picked up a handful of bullets and imitated Zhang Hao, pressing them into the magazine one by one.

    Seeing that Zhang Hao had no intention of taking a rest, He An also squatted down, reached for a magazine, and replenished the scattered bullets on the ground.  Zhang Hao glanced at He An: "Are Han Xixue and the others asleep?"

    He An nodded, kept his hands on his hands, and replied: "They have been tired for a day, and they are all girls. They must be exhausted."

    Zhang Hao sighed slightly and glanced at Zhang Lang, who was pointing hard at a magazine: "The direction of the bullet is reversed."

    Zhang Lang's face turned slightly red, and he quickly turned the bullet in his hand with a cry, and pressed it in smoothly.  He An filled the magazine in his hand, put it in front of Zhang Hao and said, "We'll work on these things tomorrow. You go and take a rest first."

    Zhang Hao shook his head: "Anyway, the fugitives didn't leave many bullets this time. Let's put all the half-full magazines together in case they are needed in case of emergency. After all, in this case, someone could rush in at any time.  Only mutant zombies are going to kill us.¡±

    Zhang Hao kept holding his hand, looking at the magazine in his hand, and suddenly said: "Are you still the He An I know?"

    "Snapped¡ª¡ª"

    He An was about to press the last bullet into the magazine. After hearing Zhang Hao's words, the expression on his face froze, and the bullet he held slowly fell from his fingers to the ground.

    "What did you say, rat?"

    The expression on Zhang Hao's face did not change. It was still the same as before, with a bit of fatigue in his determination.  He stared at the magazine in his hand for a while, and when He An thought he couldn't speak, he turned to look at He An: "Killing two ordinary people without changing his expression, ignoring a group of people and committing suicide  Although they are seeking death, you have really changed so much from before. So much so that I feel like you are a stranger. What changes have happened to you?"

    He An looked into Zhang Hao's eyes, took a long breath and whispered: "Do you doubt me?"

    "how to say?"

    "Do you suspect that I have become the same as those zombies?" He An looked at Zhang Hao, pointed at himself and said: "Is it because of the power I have that you don't have, or is it because of the changes in my body just now? Are you starting to  Do you think that people who are not from my race must have different minds? And I am the alien in your eyes, right?"

    "Yes, you are all good and normal people. You will definitely point at me and shout in your heart: 'Look, the guy who was bitten by the zombies but did not die, he can actually transform!'. Then you would hide aside and watch.  I cursed: 'You are a monster, stay away from me, don't come near me. Alien, monster!' Is that so?"

    He An suddenly stood up with a roar and shouted at Zhang Hao: "Yes, I am a monster, an out-and-out monster! What on earth do you want to say? Do you want to pick up the gun under your feet and blow my head off?!  Tell me, tell me!"

    After He An finished shouting to Zhang Hao, Zhang Hao still sat there and looked at him, with no change in the expression on his face.  From his clear eyes, He An could clearly see his slightly distorted face.  After a while, He An's strength seemed to have been drained away in an instant, and he sat back on the ground dejectedly: "I'm sorry I don't know where the anger came from just now. I didn't mean it"

    "Do you think I will be angry because you said something loudly to me?" Zhang Hao patted He An on the shoulder: "Don't think too much, I'm not that stingy."

    Zhang Hao naturally knew why He An suddenly became like this. From being threatened by the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared to Zhao Yong's tragic death, it was like a big mountain pressing on He An.  He is under too much pressure now. Any thing or person may become the trigger for He An's explosion.  But it's good to let him vent, at least he won't turn into a murderous maniac due to the huge pressure.

    "He An, try not to kill anyone in the future."

    Zhang Hao looked into He An's eyes and said slowly: "I know that you kill all the people who deserve to die, and you kill people to protect us. But I really don't want you to sink deeper and deeper into this quagmire.  Once you only use killing to solve problems, it¡¯s really over, and I don¡¯t want to watch you destroy it!¡±

    He An knew what Zhang Hao was talking about, maybe he wanted to take him quickly at firstFortunately, when he is most inspired and can code the fastest, he is naturally most suitable for keeping vigil.

    Although Zhang Lang was asked to take a micro-terminal, for the sake of safety, after He An left, Zhang Hao decided to briefly tell him the skills of using a submachine gun before going to rest.  Although Zhang Lang is physically weak and talkative, his mind is very smart.  Zhang Hao simply spoke to him a few times, and he was able to memorize the original words.

    After finishing the explanation, Zhang Hao handed the submachine gun to Zhang Lang's hand and said to him: "That's all in theory, the rest is for you to practice. Practice makes perfect. If you use it more in the future, you will be able to master it all.  .¡±

    When Zhang Hao spoke, Zhang Lang nodded most of the time.  After hearing Zhang Hao's last sentence, he retorted in a low voice: "Practice makes perfect, obviously there are exceptions."

    Zhang Lang¡¯s words made Zhang Hao curious and asked: ¡°For example?¡±

    "For examplesuicide."

    Zhang Hao nodded, patted Zhang Lang's shoulder, and said very solemnly: "Don't shoot beforehand, don't let yourself be exposed. Just stay here if you have nothing to do - if you are tired, call me, I will come  For you, understand?"

    Seeing Zhang Lang nodding and about to speak, Zhang Hao suddenly said sharply: "Stand still and shut up!"

    After taking a satisfied look at Zhang Lang, who was so scared that he shut his mouth and dared not speak, Zhang Hao yawned and turned around to leave.

    It wasn't until Zhang Hao walked away that Zhang Lang sat down on the ground, made a face at his back, held the gun and turned his eyes to the outside of the auto repair shop: "Who has seen suicide and practice makes perfect? ??I have a young master here tonight.  What kind of monster dares to come looking for death in this town? Hmph!"
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