V4.Chapter 27

Seeing that Lu Li had a gun in his hand, poliwa immediately counseled. He raised his hand and said, "officer, I'm willing to cooperate."

Obviously, verbal cues work.

Until now, poliwa still believes that Luli represents the official organization, and Luli's heart finally lightened when he saw that things were going well.

"Put your clothes on..."

"By the way, change into a more normal one. Don't wear strange clothes and wear a mask."

This guy's clothing taste is too unique. He wears an oversized ring on his fingers, matches with a silver necklace and a Silver Skull Pendant, and is very tall. Even if he uses a mask, he can be recognized.

Therefore, after explaining the precautions, Lu Li raised the muzzle slightly to ensure that the other party did so.

After all, the wicked need to be sharpened by the wicked.

Lu Li really doesn't mind being a villain when he treats poliva, Joan Luce and others.

A few minutes later, wearing overalls and pretending to be a pipe repairman, poliva walked out of the theater. His feet were stiff. He knew that there was a gun pointing at him behind him.

"See the black Chevrolet parked deep in the alley? Walk over."

"Move a step and the shooting begins."

Five o'clock in the afternoon.

Lu Li got into the driver's seat, turned on the navigation and drove to the next target.

On the other side, poliva looked unbelievable, as if to say: you are abusing lynching, I will sue you.

"If you are tired, go to sleep. If you feel uncomfortable, move twice. I will keep staring at you."

"Woo woo..."

Handcuffs, chains, and a special mouth plug. Fortunately, there is a mask outside, otherwise it will certainly cause a series of trouble.

These are to protect themselves, because Lu Li doesn't want to capsize in the gutter.

In particular, vampires in this world are ugly and short. Once they are recruited, they are likely to become a monster who only knows how to kill.

At this time, poliwa also reacted. He suddenly found that Lu Li was dressed in casual clothes and driving a private car. His attitude towards himself was bad and completely inconsistent with the law enforcement process.

Time passed slowly.

The car sped all the way to Brooklyn at more than 7 p.m., and Mr. Gbagbo lived in a community called freibush.

It seems that only two survivors can be taken away today. Lu Li thought silently in his heart.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at poliva sitting next to him.

The guy was pale and his eyes were loose. He was leaning against the seat and staring at the roof in a daze.

"Hold on a little longer."

Lu Li comforted casually, and then turned his attention back to the vehicle navigator.

[turn right 500 meters ahead and enter freibush. Please slow down]

Somehow, Lu Li thought of Joan Luce, a female lawyer. At this moment, what symptoms will she show?

Unfortunately, these are unknown.

The other side.

Mr. Gbagbo, who finally reunited with his wife and children, was in great pain. He coughed and tossed and couldn't sleep.

His pet dog, Gerty, was unconventional. Instead of being noisy, he quietly shrank in the kennel and sobbed constantly, as if he were afraid of something.

"Damn reporter."

The noise came downstairs. Mr. Gbagbo struggled to get up from his bed, opened the curtains and looked out.

At a glance, you can see at least ten different media reporters squatting and secretly shooting outside his yard.

Not only that, the leading family also suffered, and the yard was occupied. What's more disgusting is that some people solved personal hygiene problems at will in the garden.

He was sure that only one of the four survivors had been treated unfairly, and the community police had done nothing except soft dissuasion.

Legally speaking, personal privacy is sacred and inviolable.

Unfortunately, facts have proved that only the rich and powerful can enjoy fair treatment in this country. People like Mr. Gbagbo, who have neither money nor power, can only endure the candid shooting and harassment of journalists without a bottom line.

"Lucky man, come down and talk."

"Sir, can you spare an hour for an interview?"

A reporter saw Mr. Gbagbo and kept waving and calling. Half the noisy community was restless.

People's joys and sorrows are not interlinked. Gbagbo only thinks they are noisy and despicable. With an expressionless face, he closes the curtains, goes to the counter where the family commonly used drugs are placed, and takes out a bottle of ibuprofen.

Tinnitus, auditory hallucination, fever, hair loss, body soreness, gum bleeding, sore throat, strong feeling, no appetite

All the above are Mr. Gbagbo's feelings.

"Maybe I shouldn't have come back this morning."

He thought as he swallowed the whole bottle of painkillers.

Inadvertently, through the mirror, Gbagbo saw another disease: congestion in his eyes.

Is it getting worse?

If you die, what should your wife and children do?

The more you think, the more confused you are.

Finally, Mr Gbagbo made up his mind to fight the mysterious virus hidden in his body——

For example, fill your stomach first.

With this in mind, he held the handrail of the stairs and came to the refrigerator step by step.

The dim light came from inside, milk, bread, sandwiches, ketchup

Soon, Mr. Gbagbo's eyes fell on a raw steak. A lot of blood gathered at the bottom of the glass basin. It looked so attractive

Subconsciously, he picked it up and drank it down. The pain was inexplicably relieved, but his throat was still itchy.

Knock!

Knock, knock!

Suddenly, a knock came from the side of the body.

Mr. Gbagbo, who felt good about himself, closed the refrigerator and walked towards the door. He was ready to warn those unscrupulous journalists that if he dared to disturb his family's rest again, he would be shot and killed——

Even if you don't have a gun at home.

"Honey, I'll go."

Suddenly, a voice came.

Mary squatting by the cupboard slowly stood up. She wanted to cook some dinner for her husband, but unfortunately witnessed the scene just now.

Creepy, weird.

In fact, Mary clearly saw that a bifurcating thorn replaced the tongue and stuck out of her husband's mouth. When she drank up the blood from the raw steak, the thing was taken back.

However, Babo didn't know how scary he was just now. He just felt that drinking raw blood was a very bad thing. Therefore, he managed to squeeze out a smile: "well, pull out the telephone line by the way and let the children have a good sleep."

Mary trembled when her husband mentioned her children. As a devout Christian, she loved her husband and children far more than herself.

But now she had to choose between the two, because Mary was afraid that her ailing husband would hurt her two children with that strange thorn.

"Ansel, can I take the children to your sister tomorrow morning?"

"Of course, I will come back to take care of you before nine o'clock..."

Outside the door.

Wearing a mask and a cap, Lu Li continued to knock at the door.