The thick rope was quickly cut by Die Dao. Su Chen stood up, stretched his muscles, and said coldly: "If you can't do what you promised me, I won't mind killing you too."

Su Chen's face was cold, and he didn't look like he was joking at all.

There was a touch of surprise on Su Qing's beautiful face. She did not expect that Su Chen would fall out of love faster than turning the page in a book. There was no way that the substantial murderous intention was false.

"You go to my house first. If I don't come back within three hours, I won't be able to come back." Su Chen took the butterfly knife and said calmly.

"We agreed to act together..." Su Qing frowned.

"You just have a butterfly knife. Let me use it or let it be used by you. I'll work with you. I'll be thankful if you don't hold me back." Su Chen refused.

"I already agreed before I saved you. This is a condition attached to saving you."

"You! Okay, don't expect me to save you if something happens to you." Su Chen looked at her and said.

Su Qing raised her head and glanced at Su Chen, but didn't reply.

Su Chen let out a breath. The Butterfly Knife was too short and not easy to use, but it was sharper than the Nepalese Army Knife.

Now he has no way out. Since the other party wants to use him to feed the zombies, he will not show mercy anymore.

For Su Chen, the appearance of zombies and living people are exactly the same, except that one can speak human language and the other cannot. However, they have the same nature, and they are both stumbling blocks on Su Chen's path and must be kicked away.

"I will be responsible for killing later, and you will be responsible for saving your sister. Don't cause trouble for me, otherwise I will leave you and go on your own." Su Chen looked back at Su Qing and said calmly.

"Okay." Su Qing agreed directly without hesitation.

Su Chen gently opened the broken door, and in a flash, he stuck to the opposite wall.

The hall was unusually quiet, and the lights flickered occasionally, indicating that the night had not yet faded. Su Chen held the butterfly knife tightly and moved forward slowly against the wall.

Behind Su Chen, Su Qing stood quietly on the spot, not moving for a long time.

According to Su Qing, there are two men in this house. Su Chen has met these two men before. They should be sleeping in two bedrooms at the moment. The other two and Su Qing's sister are in the opposite house.

Inside.

What Su Qing said must be the truth, but Su Chen didn't dare to take it lightly. His left hand was lightly holding the door handle, and his body was almost pressed against the door. If nothing else happened, the person sleeping inside should be a young man, the one with the mallet.

Little bastard.

The door was not locked. Along with the familiar sound of opening the door, Su Chen was about to step in with his right foot when a voice came out.

"Didn't I tell you to knock on the door when I came in? You slut, don't you know?"

Su Chen didn't reply, pushed open the door, rushed forward with the butterfly knife in hand.

The young man was lying on the big bed and was reading pornographic comics. When Su Chen rushed towards him, he subconsciously looked up and saw that there was only five meters between the bedroom bedside and the door, and Su Chen was only three steps away.

When the young man saw Su Chen and reacted, the sharp butterfly knife had already cut his throat. To make sure, Su Chen stabbed him again in the temple, then stirred it wildly to make sure that his brain was damaged.

Stir it up and then pull it out with satisfaction.

All this happened too fast. Su Chen cut his throat with the first blow, leaving him unable to speak. The battle took away the young man's life without making any noise from beginning to end.

At the door of the bedroom, Su Qing covered her mouth with a look of surprise. She did not expect that Su Chen could be so ruthless and even kill people without any hesitation. For a moment, she felt faintly afraid of Su Chen in front of her.

Su Chen glanced around and found no suitable weapons, then turned around and planned to leave.

When Su Qing saw Su Chen turning back to look at her, she subconsciously took a step back. She didn't know what she hit, but she suddenly lost her balance and fell to the ground.

"Fuck, what a trap." Su Chen shouted inwardly, and at the same time, he sped up and ran towards Su Qing. The door to the bedroom opposite was not closed.

"What's wrong, I won't let you sleep at night." The middle-aged man looked at Su Qing who fell to the ground with drowsy eyes.

Seeing that she was discovered, Su Qing put her hands on the ground and subconsciously stepped back a few times, with a look of horror on her face.

The middle-aged man frowned slightly, grabbed the imitation pistol on the bedside table with one hand, climbed out of bed, and walked slowly towards Su Qing.

Su Chen glanced at Su Qing and saw that the bedroom lights were bright. He figured that the middle-aged man would come out soon and pressed his body against the wall next to the bedroom door to wait for him.

Sure enough, the footsteps of the middle-aged man soon sounded in Su Chen's ears. Su Chen slowly leaned down, found the opportunity, and jumped into the bedroom.

The middle-aged man was holding an imitation pistol and looking at Su Qing with a puzzled look on his face. When he saw a black shadow suddenly flashing beneath him, he subconsciously pressed the muzzle of the gun down and pulled the trigger directly.

The sharp butterfly knife pierced the middle-aged man's slippers, penetrated his foot bones, and penetrated the soles of the shoes. The severe pain immediately made the middle-aged man lose all consciousness. He yelled crazily,

A look of pain and despair.

On the other side, the moment the gunshot rang out, Su Chen's right ear suddenly rang. Before he could react, the steel ball rubbed against his shirt and scratched his right shoulder, leaving a long bloody mark.

Su Chen endured the pain and stood up, greeting the middle-aged man's old face with his fist. Maybe his fist could not break the glass, but it could beat him until he doubted his life.

After five punches, the middle-aged man stopped whining and fell weakly on the tile floor, making no movement.

Su Chen knew that he had just passed out, so he picked up the imitation pistol on the ground, pointed it at his head, and shot him. All he could do to someone who wanted his life was to let him die first.

After the gunshot, Su Chen frowned and held his right shoulder that was bleeding constantly. He needed medical treatment, otherwise in this environment, the wound would be very likely to be infected, and God knows what would happen.

Su Qing had already gotten up, glanced at the middle-aged man's body, ran to Su Chen's side, and said hurriedly: "There is a medical box next door. I am a doctor and can help you treat it."

Su Chen raised his head and glanced at her, and said coldly: "I didn't ask you to act, but you still followed me without permission. So what if you are a doctor? If it wasn't you, would I be hurt? You are a troublemaker."

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