In the shop next to the street, the survivor in charge of surveillance was hiding behind the crack in the door and looking out. His eyes were fixed on the small building where Ling Mo and others were, and then quickly turned to Rosen.
The company was in the direction of the company, and locked onto the position where another survivor was waving.
This scene seemed a little strange to others, because from the angle he was in, it was impossible to see the survivor, let alone notice the other person's waving movements. However, after looking over there for a few seconds,
, the man's mouth immediately opened and closed, as if he was muttering something silently.
"Miao Zhe has sent a message."
Behind the iron gate in the alley, a man stood up from the ground, then grabbed a strip wrapped in cloth in his hand: "Get ready for action."
"Why don't we wait for that group to move first? It stands to reason that they have already discovered us, and they should rush into action soon. And with us here, they won't overly consider the danger over there, right? Too much
No one will come to dangerous places... This is simply common sense." Another shorter man also left the wall he was leaning against and asked while yawning. His eyes were a little red and he looked very similar.
He looked like he didn't have enough sleep, but he kept turning several knives rapidly between his fingers. At first glance, it looked like countless cold lights were flashing around his palm.
The remaining person closed the book in his hand with a "snap" and raised his head to look at the man quietly.
It was summer, but this man was wearing a hooded gray-green jacket with the collar raised high, almost covering his entire face. His exposed hands were covered with rough
The ring had thin iron chains welded to it, and they were all wrapped around his wrist.
But no matter when he put down the book or when he slowly stood up with his body supported, the chains did not make the slightest sound. This was not because he was deliberately controlling, but because his hands were very steady.
"The situation has changed." The man holding the long object moved his body and said, "Miao Zhe said. The group has not made any movement yet, but Anan, who is responsible for checking the company's situation, sent an unexpected signal in advance. In short,
, something doesn’t seem right in the company, I think it’s better for us to take action in advance.”
The short man immediately opened his eyes completely, and the movements of his hands immediately stopped. The knives stopped instantly and were accurately held between his fingers one by one: "Could it be that group of people acted secretly?"
"Unlikely..."
As soon as the man opened his mouth, he was coldly interrupted by the Jacket: "It's not completely impossible. Didn't Miao Zhe say before that there are also people with psychic powers in that group. Separate some of them in advance to bypass them.
Miao Zhe, and then sneak into the company, this kind of thing is also possible."
"But we have to get around so many zombies..." the short man couldn't help but said.
"We can get around it, and maybe the other side can too. Don't underestimate them... Where are the boss and Butterfly?" Jacky suddenly asked, changing the subject.
The man replied: "I don't know. After Miao Zhe went out again, the boss took Butterfly out. He should have checked out the spot in advance..."
"Then let's go." Jacket said, putting the book in his pocket, straightening his collar and walking towards the iron gate.
As the iron door was opened, the figure in the jacket disappeared from the door, and the short man turned the knife dissatisfied. He muttered: "Forget about the boss and Butterfly, he is nothing..."
"Old member." The man said, his expression looked quite cold, and his tone of voice also seemed a bit cold, "He has his uses, so don't complain."
"But Brother Qi, what if that group of people really takes action?" the short man asked.
"What should I do?" the man asked back, then narrowed his eyes slightly. "Didn't the boss say that good bait can always bring rich harvests to people?"
"Yes, the boss is definitely right...but do we really wait for them?" the short man asked again.
The man glanced at him with a half-smile: "You don't think they can't make it, do you?"
"Don't dare, don't dare..."
"Boss, let's not talk about it. That Butterfly is a fierce man who can capture high-level zombies alive..."
…
In a remote alley behind the street, a figure was standing in the center with his hands in his pockets. A pair of dark eyes kept looking around.
She has short hair and wears an inconspicuous sportswear. At first glance, she looks like an ordinary little girl. But as long as anyone sees her face, they will be attracted by the tattoo and unable to take their eyes away... In her
There is a tattoo of a butterfly spreading its wings between her eyebrows...the tip of one of its wings extends to the head of her eyes, which even gives people the feeling that it is about to fly out with her eyes.
The lines of the butterfly itself are very simple and rough, as if someone had carved them with some force with a sharp object, leaving deep scars. But because of this, it gives this butterfly a unique
The chilling and bloody aura gave the little girl a strange and cold aura.
She kept chewing something in her mouth and slowly turned on her toes.
Suddenly, her eyelids raised, and she looked diagonally above her from the corner of her eye.
"Whoosh!"
As a gust of wind hit, the girl immediately turned sideways, and fell to the ground in a flash, looking head-on in the direction of the attack. A small hole appeared on the ground where she had just been.
, and a wisp of dust that had just been blown away by the wind.
"It's a sneak attack again... Are you going to just spend time with me like this? Haha, I would like to remind you, that thing with white hair can't stop my boss. Speaking of which, I am very interested in that white hair.
But that’s about it for you. This is really the first time I’ve seen staying with that kind of creature.”
The girl raised her eyebrows and spoke.
And when she made this expression, her butterfly tattoo made of scars also became more ferocious...
"Crack!"
A figure suddenly fell from the sky and landed lightly on the wall.
She lowered her head and looked at the girl, with a trace of anger on her childlike face.
"Oh, here we are." The girl leaned forward, raised the corners of her mouth, and said with a smile, "Before we start the fight, let me introduce myself. My name is Butterfly. I won't say my age. My interests are... well, I guess.
Let’s fight. Haha…”
"It's called Xiaobai..." The Loli on the wall clenched her fists little by little, "It's not called anything!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Loli suddenly jumped up from the wall, and a dozen shimmering silver threads suddenly shot out from her neck: "Then... I have no interest in introducing myself to you!"