"What should we do, shoot?" Feng Bujie didn't relax at all. She stared closely at the fat man's head, ready to shoot at any time. She looked very cautious, but the trembling of her hands still exposed her nervousness.
Judging from the direction the fat man was walking, he was obviously heading towards the boy.
"It doesn't matter." Jian Jian pulled her back and took a step back, but didn't care about the boy and let him stay where he was.
The fat man still dragged his bleeding right leg forward, not very fast, but he was not far away from the boy.
The boy was still squatting on the spot. Although he was not holding his head, he seemed to be frightened and could not move.
"Brother Jian, if you don't shoot..."
Jian Jian shook his head: "Wait a little longer, what if-"
Gunshots were fired.
Although all the uniformly issued hk416s were equipped with silencers, he still felt discomfort in his ears due to the close distance - the wind kept firing.
Feng kept froze in place, the barrel of the hk416 in his hand was still slightly hot.
All three bullets accurately passed through the fat man's head, causing him to fall directly to the ground and lose the ability to move.
However, he still stretched his hand in the direction of the boy, seemingly unwilling to do so.
Jian Yan's expression remained unchanged. He simply wiped the blood on his face with his hand, then glanced at Feng Fujie, who was still in a daze, and then leaned down to inspect the fat man's body.
"Sorry..." Feng kept calming down and quickly apologized, "I saw that he had already come over, and I didn't think of anything else at the time. After all, this boy..."
"Do you know what a person looks like when he wants to kill someone?" Jian Yi looked at her with sharp eyes.
"I don't want to know...ah no," she looked at the other person's eyes, "my fault, my fault..."
"Forget it, it doesn't matter." Jian Yan said it didn't matter, turned the fat man's downward head over, and continued, "It was just a speculation in the first place. It doesn't hurt if it can't be verified."
In order to prevent the regeneration ability of the zombie virus, he took out the baseball bat in his backpack, hit the fat man's head repeatedly, and smashed the other person's head: "Killing... just do it a few times.
I’m proficient.”
"There's not much chance to do this kind of thing..." Feng Bu kept whispering helplessly.
"Of course, it's not that we really have no chance," Jian Yi sighed, "Oh, it's just that our country has a complete set of criminal laws."
"Hey, hey, there's nothing to regret about this kind of thing, right?"
Looking at the simple violent and repetitive movements, she asked weakly: "Brother Jian, you painters...don't you like normal people now?"
"Normal?" Jian Yan looked at the shattered head, knocked the last stick, and nonchalantly put his hand into the man's blood-soaked pocket and groped, "Isn't this normal?"
His emotions and anger are invisible, he sees blood as if it were water, and he touches dead people with no expression... This can be considered normal. In that mental hospital, the neighbors are really harmonious, and the old and young men are gregarious.
"Um...is there nothing?"
Jian Yi touched sideways for a long time, but other than the blood on his hand, he couldn't find anything useful.
"Is there a knife nearby? Cut open his stomach and see..."
"What logic? How could there be something in his stomach?" Feng Buji was completely speechless. He was obviously a normal person before, so why has he become a pervert now?
He is not left-handed either!
"Well, it's really not necessary." Jian Yan looked around, and there was indeed no tool he wanted here.
He naturally put away the baseball bat in his hand and looked at the passage they came from.
There were specks of blood all along the way, obviously left by the fat man when he came over just now.
But that wasn't why he looked at the passage.
It was because of another set of footsteps.
"finally come?"
Jian Yi tilted her head and showed a smile.
Seeing this, Feng Bujie quickly pulled up the frightened boy who was sitting on the ground and retreated to the big screen again.
"Dad!" After seeing the person clearly, the boy suddenly seemed to have courage again. His strength was surprisingly strong. He broke away from Feng's hand and ran towards the passage.
Even Feng Sifa didn't react, because in her understanding, it was impossible for a six- or seven-year-old child to push away an adult.
"I just said don't treat him too much as one of your own..." Jian Yi bit the hard candy in his mouth, raised his hand and hit the child's cervical spine with a knife, knocking him unconscious to the ground, and then dragged him back behind the big screen, "
Run...can you run away?"
"Stop! He is still a child!" An angry voice came from the passage, "Do you have any bottom line?"
Jian Yi shrugged, casually picked up the boy's back collar, threw it to the wind behind him, and pointed the hk416 in his hand at the man in the passage.
"Bottom line? Talk to me about the bottom line? You have a way of playing double standards."
He laughed and then put away his expression: "So, may I ask, when studying the zombie virus infecting the whole state, where is your bottom line?"
In the passage illuminated by lights, the man was wearing a white coat, lined with a black and white plaid shirt. He had short hair and was smart, almost the same as in the photo.
Behind him was a tall, thin man who was fully armed and dressed in green. He looked just like the "King of Soldiers" in the TV series.
Both of them wore black gas masks. The huge breathing holes looked like pig snouts. Together with the roughness of their speech, they looked even more ridiculous.
After listening to Jian Yi's words, neither of them said a word. It was obvious that they acquiesced to the fact of studying viruses.
"But I'm not a messenger of justice, so there's no need to morally condemn you..." Jian Jian raised her eyebrows, "I only ask one question: Have you brought the vaccine?"
Feng Bubu looked at the tense atmosphere and couldn't say a word, acting like a little brother.
From the current situation, it seems that Jian Jian and Andrew Plevin are evenly matched, two against two, and they are indeed equal in terms of firepower.
The leading man in white nodded slightly and took out a test tube from his pocket, which was sealed with an iron holder to make it look extra safe.
He took a step forward and stretched out his hand: "The goods have arrived, release them."
His voice was dull and hoarse. I don't know if it was because of the gas mask or because of his original voice.
Feng Bujie also took a step forward and picked up the fainted boy with his left hand, but the difference was that Jian Yan put his right arm across her body to stop her movement.
"What do you mean?" The man in white's expression was hidden in his mask, but it still couldn't hide his irritation. "You want to go back on your word?"
Jian Yi smiled and slowly moved the aiming direction of the gun to the tall and thin man behind the man in white: "Mr. Andrew, stop hiding behind him, this trick of changing clothes and disguise doesn't work with me.
"
"You want to use your first impression to deceive me and make me think of him as Andrew Priven?" He smacked his lips and said with regret: "Throwing away soldiers to protect the car is a good strategy, but after all, he is also the leader of the research center, hiding behind others...
…How shabby.”
"You-" The man in white wanted to say something more, but was stopped by the tall and thin man behind him. He took a deep look at Jian Yi, but still quietly retreated behind the man.
Andrew took two steps forward and slowly took off his gas mask, revealing his weathered face. His pale face was covered with ravines, and he was as skinny as an old and frail osprey. There was still a sharp light in his eyes.
Compared with previous photos, his face has indeed changed a lot during these years of research.
"You are quite interesting." Even after taking off the gas mask, his voice was still hoarse, like an old wind chime, making a fragmented sound.
