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"I want to ask you a question - where did my oil go?!"

"what???"

Undead old Joe had no idea what he was talking about.

"My oil! I said, the gasoline I put in the trunk, where did it go?!"

"Gasoline in the trunk?" Undead Joe muttered to himself, and finally a gleam of inspiration flashed through his sleepy brain.

That was before entering the swamp.

He had already foreseen the shortage of gasoline at that time, and at the same time, he needed to leave some people as cannon fodder to slow down the speed of the armored vehicle.

So he took advantage of the night and took some gasoline from some people's trunks that they didn't need...

Well, in fact, he was stealing oil.

Without the stolen gasoline, he would never have been able to drive through the desert for two days non-stop.

……

"Remember? You oil thief!"

Undead old Qiao was shaken by the big man for a while, and returned to reality from memory again.

He fixed his eyes on the war boy in front of him.

I don't understand why he reacted so much.

Didn't he just take some oil from him?

Isn't that what it should be?

Everything for these people is given to them by themselves...

Now, instead of being loyal to him, these people surrendered to the enemy, and even dare to question themselves in turn?

Undead old Joe is not without temper!

He's suffocated enough.

Chased by an armored vehicle, beaten up by Ferosa, and even killed her own child...

Now these war boys dare to defy him openly?

Immortal Joe was about to scold loudly, but what he yelled was not the majestic and sacred jade tone he imagined, but a cry of pain!

"Ouch!"

This young man didn't talk about Wude, he engaged in a sneak attack, and directly hit his head on it.

Undead old Joe, who had already been beaten by Felosa with an iron rod, couldn't bear this. He felt his head buzzing on the spot, and he passed out after shaking twice.

"How dare you pretend to be dizzy, a thief?"

"Call me!"

Bang bang bang!

It might be good for Undead Old Joe to faint...

Nax watched his brothers in the past frantically beating Undead Old Joe, as if he didn't know these people anymore.

Didn't everyone worship the god of the V8 engine together before?

Aren't we all faithful believers?

Why did these people suddenly become like this?

Nax didn't understand.

After a brief moment of shock, he rushed up and lay beside Undead Joe to protect him, while shouting, trying to wake up these former brothers and let them regain their belief in the God of the V8 engine.

The result is that his brothers also fight with him.

This beating was extremely painful.

Whether it was Nax or Undead Joe, their bodies were covered with bruises.

Until the soldiers of the Mutual Rescue Society heard the movement and drove them away, Nax still muttered to himself in doubt: "Why...why did you do this..."

Pooh!

I don't know who it is, spit a mouthful of saliva next to Nax.

"This bitch has been deceiving us all the time. He is not the incarnation of a V8 engine god at all, and he doesn't have a strong combat power. He is just like us, and he is chased and run around by those people!"

"He also stole my gasoline!"

"If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have been arrested!"

The war boys whose faith had completely collapsed stepped on the immortal old Joe all the way to the [-]th floor of hell.

The group of War Boys is generally fanatical, and some of them are even willing to die for the undead Joe and a crappy religious lie of the Hall of Valor.

But much of that was due to doping, which they hadn't taken in some time since their captivity.

Rationality is slowly returning to their brains.

Then everyone got together, after a little thought, they discovered that Undead Joe stole oil, and then continued to think about it, and suspected that Undead Joe was using everyone as cannon fodder.

and……

With so many war boys, none of them died loyally for the immortal old Joe. After all, I feel a little sorry for the V8 engine god I have always believed in.

There is still a bit of trouble in my heart.

But human nature is always accustomed to justify itself.

At times like these, most people think not "I'm not faithful so I deserve to die" but "I'm not faithful because of xxxx..."

Many people even set their sights on Immortal Joe and V8 engine gods.

As long as the Immortal Joe and the V8 Engine God Cult cease to exist, and Old Joe is a bad guy, the God Cult is just like the soldiers said, just a cult and will be banned.

Then don't they need to be condemned by conscience?

Of course, with the level of knowledge of these war boys, it is not enough for them to think so deeply, but the instinct of human nature will drive them to do so.

The beating and spurning towards the undead old Joe now is an instinctive reflection.

Besides, now the immortal old Joe has been captured and thrown here like a dead dog.

The war boys are not without brains, how can they not understand that the general situation is over?

Now it's all the final madness...

Looking at these brutal war boys, Kalashnikov, who was hiding in an unknown corner, shrank, not daring to show his face at all.

But his idea quickly fell through.

Someone suddenly remembered him: "Where's Kalashnikov?"

"I just saw him come in with Joe, the bitch!"

"You read it wrong, right? He wasn't caught." Kalashnikov shouted while pinching his throat.

"Where is the strange noise coming from?"

"It was Kalashnikov who spoke!"

"Fuck him!!!"

……

In the fortress.

Ferosa has already got off the operating cart.

Anghela came down with her.

This pregnant woman did not save the fetus as the doctor diagnosed at the beginning.

The bullet shot by Immortal Joe directly hit the head of the fetus, not to mention on the operating vehicle, even if it was sent directly to a hospital in another time and space, it would still not be able to save it.

In this regard, Firosha only hoped that Anghela would not be too sad when she woke up. Although she had no relationship with Undead Joe, the fetus was her child after all.

Even Anghela decided to collude with her and leave the fortress together because the child was about to be born.

There was a sudden knock on the door of the temporary ward.

It's Max.

He sent Firoza's mechanical arm with a piece of paper in his hand.

"Are you going to continue wandering?" Ferosa asked.

Max said: "I have just submitted the application, and those people will return my car to me after I pass it."

"Oh..." Ferosa looked out of the window, feeling emotional.

She looked at the paper in Max's hand again, and asked curiously, "What is that?"

Max passed the paper over.

I saw that it was a medical examination form, with many ticks and crosses drawn on it, and a lot of words were written in some places.

These words are available in English and some other languages.

Ferosa has only just recognized the full English alphabet, let alone speak languages ​​other than English...

She was about to wish Max well, when the ward was suddenly opened again:

"Director Wu, that patient is inside. Through the psychological test just now, we learned that he not only often suffers from visual hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, but sometimes is accompanied by some aggressive behavior..."

Chapter 472 Please Be Optimistic

"I'm not sick!"

"I'm really not mentally ill!"

"I understand your feelings. It is difficult for ordinary people to accept their real situation, but judging from your current situation, the symptoms are already quite serious."

"Whenever you're stimulated or in a disturbed situation, you're constantly hallucinating and sometimes aggressive..."

In the consulting room, the psychiatrist looked at the questionnaire survey just completed, and explained to Max with a solemn expression.

And Max was wearing a loose white hospital gown, sitting helplessly opposite the doctor, his hair had been messed up by him.

The psychiatrist lowered his head and wrote the medical record while talking:

"To sum up, I think your current illness has a tendency to develop into schizophrenia or split personality. If you persist in the treatment, your symptoms will be alleviated, and gradually it will not affect your life. The probability of recovery It's pretty big."

"The medicine has been prescribed for you. Take it to the temporary pharmacy. Now the treatment is free, and someone will help you pay for it..."

Max walked over helplessly, took the medicine list in the doctor's hand, and walked out a little listlessly.

mental illness...

Max rubbed his temples.

Although he kept saying that he was not sick.

But he already knew that he must have a mental problem. After all, who would see so many dead people suddenly appear in front of him, hear their voices, and feel that they are talking to him?

Those are his subconscious at work.

But just like before, when faced with this problem, his first choice was actually to escape.

As long as you don't get your hopes up, you won't be disappointed.

As long as you don't face up to this problem, it doesn't exist.

This is Max, the walking dead, has always been the principle of life.

As long as he doesn't think about these things, his condition won't get worse. It's because of this method that he survived the past 20 years.

After all, besides this method, he has no other way.

In the wasteland, there may be gasoline, cars, and guns, but there will never be drugs for mental patients.

Holding the prescription prescribed by the doctor, Max walked to the temporary pharmacy, and followed the guidelines to line up in front of the psychiatric pharmacy.

It is said to be a pharmacy, but it is actually just a few tents. Soldiers in uniforms help to grab medicine inside, and they carry guns with them...

The patients who took the medicine were very quiet.