Quick travel: Boss, have the guts to fight me!

Chapter 471 Surviving 520 Days in the End Times (31)

It seems that there must be a way for the car to go to the mountain, and the boat goes straight to the bridge. The doors of the canteen are wide open, and there are no zombies in the canteen!

"I guess they all wandered outside, no wonder there are so many zombies outside!"

After confirming that there were no zombies in the back kitchen, Yang Jiawei and Qian Ying went in to rummage for food while the others covered.

"The vegetables are rotten, the steamed buns are stinky... Fortunately, there are rice, noodles and oil!"

"Vermic noodles and eggs... here are ham sausages!"

"Ok!"

Yang Jiasheng groaned as he touched the few bullets left in his pocket.

"Hurry up! I'm running out of bullets!"

Yang Jiawei and Qian Ying didn't dare to delay, they bagged the ham sausage nimbly. Yang Jiawei was strong, she took a small bag of rice and took two steps, then went back to pick up the half barrel of oil.

Great harvest!

Although the zombies are being killed all the time, there are always new zombies to make up for the dead. I don't know where these zombies were hidden before!
"Made, did you enter the zombie den?"

Yang Jiasheng reloaded the last ten bullets, irritatedly, zombies came in from the cafeteria door...

"There should be an emergency exit! It's impossible to jump out of the window!"

Protecting Yang Jiawei and Qian Ying, they moved to the nearest window. Outside was a flower bed. Although they might get stabbed, it was better than having their hearts dug out by zombies.

Yang Jiawei stuffed the oil and eggs into Qian Ying's hands, and flipped them out neatly.

"Give it to me!"

Because she was afraid of death, Qian Ying was always in a state of mind all the way, she moved very quickly, handed things to Yang Jiawei, and wanted to open the window, but found...

The skirt was a bit embarrassing, and she couldn't care less at this moment, so Lu Fang asked Qian Ying, "Prick—!" 'There was a sound of tearing the fabric, and the little prince successfully fell down with a thud...

Lu Fang followed the trend and jumped out.

Xin Jiujiu and Yang Jiasheng looked at each other.

"Brother Yang, you go first!"

"..."

Yang Jiasheng took aim and blasted a zombie's head off with one shot. He had the last two bullets left, enough to commit suicide!
"Are you testing me? The little girl turned 180 times. You are suitable to be a military adviser and sit in the rear, not to come out and charge..."

"Thank you...you missed the best time!"

"what?"

Xin Jiujiu stuffed the pistol into Yang Jiasheng's hand, and took out Lin Xiaoran's two delicate pistols.

"..."

At the moment of the explosion, Yang Jiasheng hugged Xin Jiujiu and squatted down, using his body to help her shield her from the impact of the explosion. This was all subconscious, and he didn't have time to think about it.

But this time was different from the last time when Lin Xiaoran was there. This time, the place was narrow, and those chemical potions always had places where they could not be sprayed.

A captured zombie rushed over, its sharp nails scratched Yang Jiasheng's cheek, Xin Jiujiu watched this scene helplessly, in astonishment, the moment he got up, he kicked the zombie away.

Yang Jiasheng reacted quickly, turned around quickly to fill up the gun, there were other fish that escaped the net, none of them were missed, and there were a few zombies far away in the distance, walking towards this side with heavy and firm steps.

Yang Jiasheng put the pistol back into Xin Jiujiu's hand.

"Kill me!"

"Brother Yang..."

Xin Jiujiu shook her head, the pistol was in her hand, a little hot.

The way the virus spreads is through saliva, blood...and other bodily fluids.

Yang Jiasheng was scratched by a zombie's nail. It won't be long before he loses his human ability to think and turns into a zombie.

He can't turn into a zombie. Firstly, he is protecting her. Secondly, he is her hidden object of gratitude. If he dies, she will have a hard time, right?
and so……

Not only for others, but also for myself...

Yang Jiasheng looked suspiciously at Xin Jiujiu raising his hand, stroking his cheek, brows raised...

(End of this chapter)