Chapter 3493

Listening to the meaningless quarrel in the supermarket, Su Ming felt almost ten minutes later.

Let the strangler condense some water in the fog on his forehead and imitate the situation of sweating. He returned to the door of Chaoshang with a lot of drugs and secret customers.

"Open the door quickly. I'm back. I found the medicine and brought it back!"

His cry was a little loud, and the hurried voice echoed in the foggy street in order to make people in the supermarket worry about attracting monsters and create a sense of tension.

"Don't shout, I'll open the door for you!" People almost immediately came to the door and carried the heavy objects blocking the door. The fat manager flustered to stop him from shouting again, but he didn't forget to stretch out a hand through the crack of the door: "give me your gun."

Su Ming tilted his head and motioned the secret guest to give each other the gun between their waists.

But xiaopang, who had a happy look in his eyes, started with the weapon, and his smile solidified on his face:

"Why a toy gun?"

Yes, although it looks like a real revolver, I know it's plastic wrapped with a layer of silver paint. It's light and floating. I can even see the opening filled with bb bullets.

"We're in cosplay. How can normal people run all over the street with real guns?" Holding a large paper box, Su Ming immediately threw it to the other party's speechless expression bag, as if he was disgusting with the other party's IQ.

"You... Alas!"

The fat man had a mouthful of old blood in his throat, but he couldn't say anything. It can't be said that we even discussed how to distribute the four guns. As a result, now it's the toy gun that makes everyone lose hope, right?

"Let them in. The wounded are feverish." The old lady in a pink sweater hid at the back of the crowd and urged the young people to make a decision quickly.

So after a while of busy work, the door of Chaoshang opened a gap that people could pass through. Su Ming and liana pretended to be flustered and squeezed in. Then a group of people hurriedly blocked the door with heavy objects again.

The only light source in the supermarket comes from several rechargeable camping lights, but it's like being afraid of being caught by ghosts. These people put the lights in the deepest part of the supermarket. If other places look in from the window, it's dark.

The outside world is full of fog, and the place where people sit is dark. This artistic conception really seems to imply something.

But no one cares about these things.

After the one eyed young man and his sister entered the supermarket, people began to toss around the box he brought back. Some took out fever drugs and antibiotics to treat the wounded in the depths of the supermarket, while more people were dividing up other drugs to plan for their future.

No matter what medicine it is, take a few boxes and hide them on yourself. Maybe it will become hard currency in a few hours.

"I have a toothache. Give me a box of painkillers!"

"I want oral antibiotics. Don't touch my medicine!"

"Whatever this is, it's all mine. Don't grab it! Get out of the way!"

How to say, watching them kneel on the ground and dig around a paper box, Su Ming couldn't help thinking of the scene of zombies eating, even darker than zombies.

Because generally speaking, zombies don't attack their own kind.

If you find a pile of 'meat', just lie down and eat it. There is no such behavior as protecting food.

But human beings are different. When you see a woman with loose hair jumping in the crowd, saying that women should give priority to the distribution of drugs, and then the strong man around slapped her and fanned her several steps away

With the secret guests, they sat on the cashier not far away to watch the lively death knell and smiled silently in the dark.

"The more we are in a poor material environment, the more greedy human nature is." He didn't forget to chat with leana, and he didn't have to worry about whether these people could hear it. He didn't even have the intention to suppress the low volume: "there is an old saying in the East that poor mountains and rivers make evil people, that is to say, in areas where the means of production and living are scarce, people tend to show cunning and cruel characteristics."

The students nodded and thought it was normal. She also said her understanding:

"This is probably also the instinct of survival. If human beings are not cruel and cunning enough, they are not qualified to exist at the top of the earth's food chain. The so-called etiquette and morality are all learned the day after tomorrow, which is a way to restrict human thoughts, but the sense of urgency of the end of the day can best stimulate biological survival instinct."

"It is true that some people have maintained their self, even reached the realm of superego and become the mother of the last world, but only nature knows which choice can live longer."

Su Ming took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it. He looked at the chaotic scene. They probably had to compete for the distribution of drugs for a while, and the fog outside seemed to be getting thicker and thicker.

"Hi, hello." Just then, the man who was the protagonist of the original work came up and smiled and took the initiative to say hello to Su Ming: "I'm David. This is my wife Stephen and son Billy."

He did not participate in the division of drugs, but his wife's eyes could not help looking into the crowd.

"Hello, I'm Bruce Wayne and this is my cousin Barbara Gordon." Su Ming opened his mouth and gave a false name. He shook hands with the other party with a smile like the rest of his life: "hoo, it's a hard day. Do you smoke?"

He handed over a cigarette.

As the hero of the novel, David usually doesn't smoke. He and his wife used to like smoking marijuana, but now there's nothing to be picky about.

"Thank you, Bruce." He took the cigarette, took it into his mouth, lit it, took a deep breath, scratched his head and gasped: "I just overheard you talking about the end. Is there no help in the town outside?"

"It's over, man. I don't think it's just a small town. Even the United States can't be saved. If I say, it's the damn president." Su Ming doesn't know what time it is, let alone who the American president is in this illusory world.

But it's just as natural to start a conversation with a strange American and scold the president as to talk about the weather with the British.

This opening, as soon as others listen, they know that it is a standard positive star flag with a red neck.

"Yes, the money taxpayers usually pay goes into military spending, but now in this situation, the military can't even see people." David was obviously not as calm as his face. He began to scold the big bellies in the corner building with a cigarette in his mouth: "by the way, Bruce, are there really monsters in the fog outside?"

"Yes, I saw it, but I didn't dare to look carefully." Su Ming looked worried and took the gum on the cashier and stuffed it into his pocket: "I just saw that there was a kind of flying that looked like the fusion of flies, bats and spiders. I almost didn't spit it out. They ate all the people in the town. Blood was visible in the fog, but there was no debris."

David obviously can't imagine what kind of monster it is, but his limited imagination doesn't prevent him from generating fear, or the unknown is more terrible.

He turned pale as a result.

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