On this sunny morning, Walton Moore quickly finished his fried eggs and bacon, then drank a cup of warm coffee. Then, Walton drove from home. Five minutes later, the car
Drive to the underground parking lot of your company.
Walton Moore may not be so famous in other places, but in Quick Creek Town, he is a well-known name.
The four-story department store building in Quick Creek Town is a local landmark and is the private property of Walton Moore.
The first and second floors of the department store are filled with a wide variety of shops, and the third floor is Moore's own supermarket.
After the parking space, you enter the exclusive elevator that goes directly from the first basement floor to the office area on the fourth floor.
After walking into the office, Walton threw his huge body into the large boss chair and filled the chair to the brim.
Afterwards, Walton threw himself into the intense and busy work.
It has to be said that Walton has never slacked off at work. He works seven days a week, up to three hours a day, and sometimes even works overtime until two in the afternoon.
At ten o'clock in the morning, Walton received the first cup of coffee and the report form from his secretary. The dense numbers on the report form made his head dizzy.
Don't underestimate these numbers. They are all elves in charge of the code of wealth. As long as you understand the signals they send, you can make a lot of money.
Near noon, Walton heard continuous noises coming from the street, followed by various sharp sounds, screams, car horns, and what seemed like gunshots.
Americans don't like to watch the excitement, even from the fourth floor. Because you may be accidentally injured by a stray bullet at any position, the only way to stay away is the most correct choice.
Walton stood up and walked to the coat rack and put on his coat. He turned back to his desk and picked up the report he had not finished reading. He rolled it up and stuffed it into his coat pocket.
"Philip, I'm leaving first. If you need anything, send me an email." Walton walked past the secretary's office in the corridor and shouted loudly as he walked without turning his head.
After walking a few steps, no response came. Walton turned a corner and went back. He opened the door of the secretary's room and shouted loudly: "Philip, you..."
As soon as Walton shouted this, he saw the young secretary Philip rushing toward him in a weird posture.
Walton quickly slammed the door, and Phillip hit the wooden door with a loud noise.
Then, there was a "bang" sound, the door lock was broken, and Phillip broke through the wooden door and fell out.
"Philip, Philip!" Walton didn't know what was going on. He shouted his secretary's name loudly and backed away repeatedly.
Philip crawled quickly towards Walton on the ground, with mucus dripping from his mouth and making an unexplained "ho ho" sound.
Walton didn't hesitate for a moment. He turned and ran back to his office, closed and locked the wooden door, then quickly took out his cell phone and dialed a private number.
"Dududu..."
No one answered the phone after it rang for more than ten seconds. Walton cursed silently before hanging up and dialing another private number.
"Dududu..."
After the phone rang for a long time, no one answered.
"Boom, boom, boom!"
The wooden door made a loud noise, and it seemed that Philip was slamming the door hard. Walton turned around and looked at the wooden door of his luxurious office, and saw that the screws on the edge of the wooden door seemed to be shaking with the door.
"Damn it!" Walton hung up the personal phone call angrily. He quickly dialed the police number, and the call beeped and the call went through.
Walton shouted into the mobile phone at a fast speed: "The fourth floor of Moore Company in Qixi Town, emergency! My secretary seems to be crazy, and it seems that there is an outbreak of rabies. He is attacking me crazily! Send someone quickly.
Police officer..."
Walton suddenly felt that something was not right. The operator on the other side of the phone did not reply, but he clearly heard some strange noises, which sounded like someone was gnawing and chewing.
Walton's hand holding the phone gradually dropped. As he walked back and forth anxiously, it was only then that he saw what the street looked like through the window glass.
The streets are full of infected people having a big meal.
For a moment, Walton's scalp went numb, and he realized that the legendary doomsday was coming.
There was no time to think too much. The wooden door could not stop a young and strong adult man who was not willing to use his body as a battering ram for too long.
Walton walked to his desk, opened the middle drawer, and found a Remington M870 shotgun lying in the center of the drawer.
Walton picked up the shotgun and pulled the movable handguard hard. There was only a slight "click" sound, and a No. 12 shotgun was pushed into the chamber.
Walton stood behind the desk holding the shotgun and waited for a long time. With a "boom" sound, Phillip finally opened the wooden door and stumbled into the room.
After Philip fell down, he struggled to get up and rushed towards Walton, but was blocked by the huge desk.
I saw a ferocious-looking Philip reaching forward to grab, while Walton stood calmly and calmly out of reach of his arms.
Walton pointed the shotgun at Philip's head. He thought of something before shooting, so Walton stopped his finger on the trigger. He said to Philip: "With this shot, I will
This is given to you on Marianne’s behalf, thank you for fucking her so well!”
"beng!"
With a gunshot, the area above Phillip's chin disappeared, and the residue even splashed outside the office door.
Walton pulled the movable guard of the shotgun and ejected a hot shell.
Walton quickly walked to the window and looked downstairs.
It’s over. I don’t know if the world is over, but at least Jixi Town is over.
Walton returned to his desk. He sat on the office chair and took out his mobile phone, unlocked it and quickly opened the social software.
Then Walton sent the sentence "Is anyone here! The end of the world is coming!" to everyone.
The message was sent smoothly. Walton stared at the screen for several minutes without any reply.
Well, this world is also over.
Walton glanced at the shotgun in his arms. He was considering whether to take the gun to the street and try his luck, or to turn the muzzle of the gun and shoot it at himself.
At this moment, Walton suddenly remembered that there was actually a "doomsday fortress" that could allow him to escape this annihilation crisis.
Walton stood up, picked up the photo frame containing family photos on the table, took a look at it, and then threw it on Philip's body without any attachment.
You bastard, I have raised you for 15 years, and in return, you gave me a son and a daughter?
Walton had difficulty urinating six months ago. After going to a urologist for a series of examinations, he learned a shocking secret about himself: his ducts were born blocked.
No wonder I have been romantically involved for so many years without any accidents. Then the question is, how did my two children come to be?
Walton fell into deep thought.
Subsequently, Walton hired a private detective to conduct a detailed investigation. After obtaining the investigation results, he also consulted a very professional divorce lawyer. Walton had only one request: how to prevent that bitch from getting a penny.
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The divorce lawyer came up with a great idea for Walton, which was to ask him to find a way to sign a fidelity agreement with Marianne. The agreement will take effect after signing, and whoever deviates will leave the house.
Marianne would definitely be extremely happy. She knew that Walton liked to live and drink outside. As long as Walton couldn't help it and made another mistake, she could get all the family property and kick the old man away.
In the past few days, Walton was thinking about how to create opportunities to sign an agreement. Unexpectedly, all the problems were solved at once.
With the thrill of killing Philip with one shot, Walton walked into the exclusive elevator and went directly to the first basement floor.
It was working time during the day, and as expected, there was no one in the underground garage. Walton walked to the warehouse door and expertly entered the unlocking code.
After a "beep" sound, the door lock opened.
Walton opened the iron door forcefully and walked inside. He turned around and took one last longing look at the outside world before permanently closing himself in the dark warehouse.
