Chapter 247

Death or facing death, which one is more frightening?

Let Yang Bing and Zhang Fei organize a team to tidy up the body on the square. Wang Yi follows Lin Feng's guidance and walks to the business car where Zhang Ming is alone.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa~

As soon as he came near, Wang Yi heard a strange sound coming out of his business car, as if he were tearing something.

In doubt, Wang Yi walked slowly to the car and looked through the window.

Zhang Ming, sitting alone in the car, has a long wound on his arm, which is bleeding black and red.

The seats on one side were already full of all kinds of food bags.

Beef jerky, chocolate, potato chips, and other snacks that Wang Yi could not name.

The bleeding arm didn't affect Zhang Ming's movements.

Holding a piece of bread tightly in his hands, he even squeezed the cream out of the bread and stained it on his dirty hands, but Zhang Ming didn't care. Tears ran down his eyes and fell on the white bread.

Zhang Ming forced his mouth, a whole piece of bread, stained with butter on his hands, Zhang Ming put out his tongue to lick clean one by one.

I haven't eaten in my life, or... I'll never eat.

The bread fills Zhang Ming's mouth like an ape that has not evolved into an adult.

"Cough!

Zhang Ming seems to be choking. His chest heaves violently. His mouth is full of bread. With a little saliva, he connects the crumbs of bread with Zhang Ming's shaking lips.

"Woo... Woo

Looking at the crumbs all over his body, Zhang Ming couldn't help crying.

The tears are even worse. He reaches out his hand and grabs the residue on his body. Zhang Ming puts it in his mouth again. He painstakingly turns on the mineral water and Gudong Gudong. With bitter tears, it's a feeling of despair.

Looking at the undulating Adam's apple, Wang Yi couldn't help it any more.

Wang Yi is a sentimental man. At least ten years of blood and weapons before the end of the world made him a cold-blooded and merciless man. He never softened his heart to the enemy, but was cruel to the zombies.

Wang Yi also faced this kind of scene more than once. He was desperate and helpless. Every survivor walking in the end of the world, perhaps most of them, had this kind of ending that could not be changed.

"Dong Dong!

Wang Yi raised his hand and knocked on the window, interrupting Zhang Ming who was still drinking.

Zhang Ming turned his head and looked at Wang Yi with a confused face.

"Squeak~

Wang Yi directly opened the door and sat in.

"Hoo~

Wang Yi took a deep breath and then faced Zhang Ming. Now that things have been like this, Wang Yi always has to say something.

"If you... Have any unfulfilled wishes, you can tell me that if you have a chance in the future, I will help you realize them."

Zhang Ming stopped chewing his lips and looked at Wang Yi.

Lips suddenly open, thick saliva pulled into filaments, blood and bread crumbs mixed together, sticky stick on the teeth.

"Wuwuwuwu..., Yi, brother Yi, I, am I going to become a zombie?"

Listening to Zhang Ming's choking voice, Wang Yi raised his head and rubbed his hands on his face.

"You are not a psionic. There are no cells in your body that can fight zombie virus."

Wang Yi's tone was dull. He put down his arm while he spoke, and his eyes were covered with blood.

The meaning of this is so obvious that it makes Zhang Ming calm again.

"Ha ha!"

Zhang Ming suddenly laughed, picking up the crumbs on his clothes and finishing them clean.

"Brother Yi, I have a request."

Zhang Ming put away his laughter and said with a little calm.

"Let me eat, let me eat."

Wang Yi looked down at the garbage belt full of cars, and then looked at Zhang Ming's face, nodded silently.

"I'll send it to you. Before you become a zombie, you can finish it yourself."

Wang Yi immediately opened the door and got out of the car. He did not dare to look at Zhang Ming more.

Walking to the square quickly, Wang Yi recovered quickly. It was doomed that Wang Yi would not struggle, but would adapt.

"Brother Yi, Zhang Ming, he..."

Seeing that Wang Yi had come back, Yang Bing hurried forward to ask Zhang Ming about the situation.

Wang Yi nodded and said gently.

"After a while, you ask someone to give Zhang Ming something to eat, give him more, and then give him a gun."

Yang Bing looked complicated when he heard the words. Although he had guessed the result, he was still a little anxious at this time.

This is the first time that the team suffered casualties. Wang Yi told the public more than once that death could not be avoided.

The bodies in the square were now divided into two piles.

A pile of zombies, nearly 100, the heads of each zombie have been thrown away, black bodies piled high, thick blood flowing all over the square.

There is also a pile of human beings, only four, quietly placed aside, scarlet blood flowing out along the broken body, interwoven with the black blood of zombies.

Li Weiping and a group of armed police are standing in front of the four bodies, dressed in neat military uniform and polished shoes.

Not to show off here, but to respect their comrades in arms.

"Salute

Cang Mai's voice came from Li Weiping's mouth.

There were only a dozen armed police officers left in the prison, but they were still abiding. As soon as Li Weiping's voice fell, he raised his right hand to the top of his brow.

Night.

Dark clouds cover the moon, there is no light, the body on the square has been cleaned up, leaving only a pool of dried blood.

There are five new graves in the vegetable field behind the prison. There are no tombstones. Four survivors and a Dead Zombie are buried here forever.

Zhang Ming did not end his life before the mutation.

He stumbled out, waving claws, dark red eyes flashing is not bloodthirsty, but gratified.

Maybe he wants to add a point to the team.

Wang Yi looked at the basic meat in front of him and thought to himself.

The small hall on the first floor of the prison was already full of people. Many of them even sat on the stairs. There were 86 people, including men and women, who surrounded Wang Yi in the middle.

Everyone's expression is different, but they all look at Wang Yi.

"Yang Bing, have you cleaned all the basic meat?"

Wang Yi turned his head to Yang Bing and asked directly.

Yang Bing then picked up the bag, which was bulging and smelling of alcohol.

"It's all washed. It's 212 pieces in total, plus two pieces of basic meat of mutant zombies."

Yang Bing said, and he took out two pieces of special basic meat from his pocket, one deep green and the other white.

Wang Yi nodded. Although the number of zombies killed was far more than that, many of them were burned directly, and the basic meat in their heads lost its function. Many of them were directly crushed. More than 200 pieces of basic meat were almost the same.