Zhou Yang took out a pistol from his pocket and handed it to Rong Xixi.
"I, I don't know how to use it."
Rong Xixi shook her head.
After Zhou Yang heard this, he loaded the bullet and fired at an oncoming zombie.
The bullet blew off the zombie's skull and threw it to the ground.
"It's very simple, eyes, sight, head, three points and one line.
I’ll give you a pistol, hold the handle of the gun, and you can shoot it.”
Zhou Yang put the Glock 17 into Rong Xixi's hand and took her to Wal-Mart.
The zombies here are already relatively sparse after they were cleared by Zhou Yang.
Along the way, Rong Xixi held the pistol and felt panicked. However, with Brother Zhou at her side, she was more courageous than usual.
When I started masturbating, I felt a little weird.
But when bullets were fired one after another, although she failed to kill a zombie, she gradually found the feeling.
Soon, after wandering around the jewelry district and finding nothing, Zhou Yang walked out with a loaded and rosy Rong Xixi.
Zhou Yang had already taken away all the gold, silver and other valuable things here.
The rest were all gadgets that Zhou Yang had never noticed before.
Sure enough, there is no topaz in it.
The rest are mostly pearls, jade, diamonds and the like with relatively cheap prices, and now Rong Xixi has taken care of them.
"hi~"
When Zhou Yang and Rong Xixi walked out of the broken door of Wal-Mart, a fat man was standing outside the door with an awkward smile and a big belly.
Because he had been rejected several times, Fatty didn't know how to solve the problem this time.
Behind him, a guy wearing flowery underpants looked at Zhou Yang and Rong Xixi with piercing eyes.
The male gangs all held up knives, spears, and swords as if they were facing a formidable enemy, watching the zombies that were attracted by the delicious food and came in a loose formation.
Although they carry guns with them, they have run out of bullets long ago and are no longer as useful as a spear sharpened with steel bars.
Zhou Yang glanced at the fat man and the flowery pants, and counted the heads. There were twenty-four people in total.
Neatly organized, twenty-four slovenly men.
Some have shawl-length hair and beards, covering their faces except for their eyes.
There are also some that are neater and have their hair and beards trimmed, but they all look like they have been gnawed by dogs.
All of them smelled like single dogs.
While they were wary of zombies, they were also paying attention to the negotiations here.
"I know your purpose, and I can tell you. I can take you away."
When the men in the gang heard Zhou Yang's words, they felt as if they had heard the music of immortality and were saved from a desperate situation.
"But the ugly words come first."
Zhou Yang looked at these primitive people with overjoyed faces and said straightforwardly: "I'm taking you out, and you will have to work hard for me from now on."
"We [Shuquge] are willing!"
The fat man looked at the man in flower pants next to him, and then at the man behind him. The growling of his stomach prompted them to agree quickly.
"Find a car and follow me."
Zhou Yang stopped talking to them and raised his hand to kill several approaching zombies.
"Will, Brett, let's go to the West Fourth District."
He wrapped his dirty down jacket in colorful trousers and shouted to the crowd. A strong man with a spear and a thin black man with a red helmet on his head came out to join him. The three of them headed towards
Run to the west.
As Hua Pants ran, he raised his machete and chopped down a zombie blocking the road.
"There are also several vehicles belonging to Shuita Industry over there in District 4. There are trucks, buses and some engineering vehicles.
Brett was formerly a fleet maintenance engineer at Water Tower Industries.
With Brett here, the car will definitely be able to move."
The fat man came close to Zhou Yang, with a flattering smile on his fat face: "My name is Zhao Yuan, Chinese, with a PhD in engineering. I came to the United States for academic exchanges before the outbreak of the biochemical crisis."
"Oh? I'm still from my hometown. Dr. Zhao, my name is Zhou Yang."
Zhou Yang looked at this fat man, and he was really beyond recognition. This guy with the air of a fat translator turned out to be a doctor.
He pulled out the Walter P99 from the holster on his waist and handed the two magazines to Zhao Yuan.
"That's great, Mr. Zhou is also from China!"
Zhao Yuan was overjoyed when he heard this.
He thought sweetly and happily, as if he had found something to rely on in his life.
Seeing the pistol handed over by Zhou Yang, I felt even more pleased.
What's this?
This is a privilege!
Preferential treatment from fellow villagers.
When he looked back at the brothers from the Men's Gang, his eyes unknowingly took on the reserve of a fat translator.
"My marksmanship is not good, so let's give it to Smith. He was the captain of the Shuita Industrial Security Team and served in the U.S. Army before. His marksmanship is excellent."
Zhao Yuan explained to Zhou Yang, and after getting Zhou Yang's consent, he turned around and handed the pistol to a bearded man holding a fire ax.
Then, gunfire rang out from time to time.
Every gunshot can take away a zombie. His shooting skills are really good.
"Tell me what they were doing before the biohazard broke out."
Zhou Yang asked, looking at the men's gang.
Zhao Yuan immediately came over, with a natural smile on his face, sniffed, and whispered: "The guy wearing flowery pants outside his pants is a very high-level designer and a highly paid consultant for Shuita Industry.
Will, who went west, was in the security team like Smith and originally served in the Coast Guard.
The man wearing the baseball cap is not from Water Tower Industry. He used to be the head of a construction team and was responsible for engineering construction. The eight people over there were all his subordinates..."
"Buzz~"
The sound of the engine humming came from the west.
A Volvo truck drove up with its lights flashing.
The gang of men quickly climbed into the back of the truck.
"laugh!"
Zhou Yang took out a pen and notebook, tore off a few pages, and handed them to Zhao Yuan: "On the way, count their names, genders, ages, jobs before the end, and specialties. Give them to me when you arrive at the destination."
"Okay boss!"
Zhao Yuan felt that he had been valued and happily accepted the task.
Zhou Yang and Rong Xixi got into the car, started the car and headed towards the Sky Ranch.
"Wait a minute, and poison Zhao Yuan, Smith, flower pants, and baseball caps."
Through brief contact and observation, these people are the leaders of this group of people. As long as these people are controlled, these people will not cause any trouble.
"Um."
Rong Xixi nodded.
Rong Xixi, who was born in the Holy Gu Cult, was influenced by her ears and eyes, and felt that it was a routine method to inflict poison on subordinates who had just subdued but had not yet given in. Especially because it was ordered by Brother Zhou.
Pulling off the cover of the red gourd, several black, rice-sized, mosquito-like insects fluttered out.
Zhou Yang looked carefully and saw that there were several bright red Gu insects as big as millet grains lying on the flying insects.
“There are many ways to get rid of poison, it can be through food, water, contact, or this flying insect.
You can even use smell and other information to spread the poison silently with flying insects tens of miles apart.
There are many ways to attract Gu insects, such as special sounds, secret smells, special magic weapons, etc."
Rong Xixi said, and with a wave of her hand, a few small flying insects flapped their wings and flew out through the window crack like soldiers who had received orders.
"The enchantment poison prepared by the Great Elder, those fine synapses can be linked to people's brain nerves and release special pheromones, making their subordinates become die-hard loyalists.
The heart-eating poison lurks in the heart, and the life and death of the person infected by the poison depends on the owner's thoughts."
