After blowing up Ye Ying's home, he placed him in a small shelter in the wilderness.
Apparently they were left behind by previous human survivors.
The woman always wanted to do something to help Wang Jin, but was always rejected by the latter.
Feng Yan was now completely stunned, and he would kill him regardless of whether he met Wang Jin or Ye Ying.
What this woman has to do now is to hide and leave here after everything is over.
As for Wang Jin…
"How about I also do the work of the Suppression Department in the future, so I won't bother them."
The young man muttered as he walked on the muddy old road, his face full of melancholy.
He suddenly found that he had to rescue those members of the suppression team who might be in danger.
Receive one salary and work two jobs.
Even if you claim to be the strongest tool man, you won’t be like this, right?
All the donkeys in the production team need to rest.
Of course, Wang Jin was just complaining.
In a sense, he really can't do the job of the suppression department.
They have a large number of people, are well-trained, and work well together, so they can control those ridiculously powerful large-scale equipment.
But precisely because there are so many people, problems can easily arise between these people.
That's why tuners like Wang Jin are needed to detect the situation in advance.
According to the original process, the suppression department should actually enter the scene after the tuner explains the situation.
But this time is special.
Without their help in attracting firepower, Wang Jin, the tuner, would have probably lost his life under the attack from both sides.
"Um?"
Wang Jin squinted his eyes, seeming to notice something.
I don't know what happened, but the doctor's breath suddenly stopped.
"He wasn't beaten suddenly, was he?"
The young man raised his eyebrows and smiled at his unrealistic guess.
"Wang Jin...do you still remember me?"
Something flashed past in the distance, it seemed to be a person.
"Zhao?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows and looked at the fair man wearing glasses in front of him with interest.
This was his high school teacher, who later died in the zoo.
Wang Jin shot him.
In a sense, this was the first person he killed.
Even though he usually behaves like a monster, Wang Jin is still just a teenager.
He had nightmares for several days and couldn't even eat.
But that's all.
Teacher Zhao was about to lose his mind because of the pollution, and he would be dead anyway.
What's more, Wang Jin helped the other party find his separated family afterwards and transferred the company's settlement expenses to them.
From every angle, Wang Jin owes him nothing.
"it's me."
Teacher Zhao nodded and smiled a little shyly.
"Come here and I'll tell you something."
"well."
Wang Jin didn't hesitate at all, he raised the shotgun cleanly and blew the opponent's head off.
Something seemed to be spreading out, but it was too far away to affect the young man in front of him.
"The dead should lie down and lie down. There's no point in pretending to be a dead body."
Wang Jin shook the gun in his hand and muttered softly.
He does everything with a clear conscience, and this clumsy trick has no effect on him.
"It's you."
A familiar voice sounded, and the young man slowly raised his head.
The white-haired god squinted his eyes, his eyes full of coldness.
"Yo, it's me."
Wang Jin grinned and smiled brightly.
"Your eyes are quite useful, thank you very much."
He waved his hand while firing, blasting the god's head to pieces.
"There is nothing on the ground..."
Wang Jin looked at the clean ground and muttered softly.
He roughly guessed how the other party would do it.
Imitate everyone's most unforgettable memory, or simply create an environment to interfere with thinking.
It may be difficult for middle-aged people who are full of regrets to deal with it, but it doesn't work at all for a heartless young man like Wang Jin.
"Let me see who's next?"
Wang Jin raised his eyebrows, he was even a little excited.