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Zhou Junyao had no gun in his hand. Although the last bullet left in his hand was used up by the opponent, the situation was not much better.

There were more than a dozen people on the other side, eight of them were strong men. Even if we could snatch Xu back, we might not be able to kill them all.

This is the last moment, and he feels that he cannot survive alone in this crazy apocalypse.

Uncle Wang’s family became his last belief. If he couldn’t save them, they would die together.

Zhou Junyao was still young and not well-trained enough, and at this desperate moment, he was hanging on with only his last breath.

According to Li Nianqing's judgment, if she hadn't come, he would have died for sure.

A man holding a knife wants to fight with eight men?

His mind must not be clear.

How long can an unconscious person survive in the apocalypse?

If Li Nianqing were to say, he would kill himself in just three days.

Before she could get close, Zhou Junyao half-bent his body and broke into the other party's cabin.

Thinking that something was not going well, Li Nianqing approached quickly to make sure the other party was within his protection range.

As time went on, she decided to make some of her string abilities known to others.

So she doesn't have to hide anything when facing future residents or even teammates.

Zhou Junyao entered the cabin smoothly. The bolt was made by Uncle Wang, so he was very familiar with it. As long as no one was watching, it would not be difficult for him to push the door open quietly.

His last bit of reason told him not to fight any longer, the main thing was to get the Sauce, then he would have a lot of say.

Even though he couldn't kill everyone with the limited bullets he had, no one wanted to be cannon fodder.

The people in the room lay together. It was still too cold that day, so they tried to consume as little calories as possible.

Some of them were not asleep, but they had their eyes closed.

The sneak attack in the middle of the night consumed too much energy. My body hasn't fully recovered yet and I feel extremely uncomfortable.

This is probably Zhou Junyao's only advantage. Although he did not rest, his body has been in an excited state. Before the adrenaline level drops, his condition will be better than those who have dissipated some of their fatigue in the warm room.

Zhou Junyao carefully looked around the house to find where his sauce was.

The worst-case scenario did not happen, and the gun without bullets lay quietly beside the stove.

The problem was that the stove was within sight of those people.

In addition, his passing would somewhat interfere with the amount of light entering people's eyes, so Zhou Junyao paused for two seconds.

During these two seconds, he quickly thought in his mind what posture would be the safest way to get the stir-fry, and what to do after getting the stir-fry.

Should I quickly load the bullet and shoot the people in the room, or should I exit the room first and then make plans?

After thinking it over, he took action.

His body was as nimble and light as a cheetah. He pounced on the gun, grabbed it, used the force of his palm to roll over, leaned his back against the wall, and loaded the magazine.

After everything was done, the person on the bed realized something was wrong, but it was too late to get up.

Just like playing whack-a-mole, Zhou Junyao would aim at the head of anyone he saw standing up and hit him with the whack-a-mole.

When it came to the last two, he didn't waste any bullets and just raised his knife to kill them.

One on two, he has the confidence to win quickly.

Before the people next door could react, Zhou Junyao was the only one left standing in the room.

Seven of the eight men were dead, and only one was absent.

There was no sound from next door. Zhou Junyao recovered a little and went out.

Li Nianqing could see clearly what he couldn't see. In the next room, a man was lying among several women. He stopped what he was doing when he heard the sound.

After the continuous noises, he was so scared that his face turned pale, and he stood there with several women.

In the corner of the room, a woman with two teenagers, a boy and a girl, about fifteen or sixteen years old, looked outside in fear.