Dawn After Darkness of Doom

Seeing that the other party ignored his intentions, Zhou Lei secretly heaved a sigh of relief, and went to the other side with his companions, without swaying in front of him.

Although the eye contact between the two was brief, Mo Yin saw it all. He raised his hand to support the oil machine and asked, "Do you know these people?"

"I know." Qi Min capped the newly filled barrel of oil and replaced it with a new one, "They were the ones I was waiting for before, but then they wanted to rob me, so I left. "

Mo Yin raised his eyes and glanced in the direction of the group of people, silently sympathized in his heart, there must be no good end to grabbing things with this strange boy.

"Leizi, that Qi Min won't come to trouble us again, will he?" A boy moved closer to Zhou Lei and pouted towards Qi Min, "The two people with him don't seem to be very friendly."

Zhou Lei paused with his hand holding the bucket, followed his glance, and quickly looked away, "Don't think so much, let's not mess with him, he probably won't take the initiative to make trouble, and now everyone just wants to If you want to leave this ghost place, how can you find trouble for nothing."

Hearing what he said, that boy didn't let himself worry about it anymore. He was right, it was time for this kind of chaos, and the most important thing was to let himself survive first.

After the boy walked away from him, Zhou Lei shook his hand, which was still weak, his eyes were a little dark. If there is a chance in the future, he would like to make trouble for the other party.

With a "bang", a middle-aged man who was with him kicked the oil machine in front of him, with an angry expression on his face, "It's only half a barrel of oil, and it's gone. How can this be enough!"

The rest of the people who were scattered didn’t gain much, and it was only a little more than a barrel when they got together. They came later, and the oily ones were naturally occupied by the other two parties. It would be good if they could still find some. .

The middle-aged man looked around and thought in his heart. Two of the men looked tall and strong, so they must be able to fight. It would probably be more troublesome to match them.

His eyes stayed on Qi Min and the others. Among the three, there were two brats and a man who looked good-tempered. Comparing the two sides, it was clear which side was easier to deal with.

The middle-aged man lifted the wooden stick leaning on the side, waved his hand to let a few people he knew well, and then passed aggressively. They were basically dragging their families, and naturally they needed a lot of cars. How could it be enough? No matter how far away the gas station is, they don't know the situation. It is best to get more here.

Besides, he didn't intend to snatch all the other party's oil, but just wanted them to "equalize" some of it, which is already very benevolent.

Seeing that they were looking for trouble, the boys on Zhou Lei's side booed each other. They had seen Qi Min's skills before, and they couldn't do much for him.

Someone wanted to remind him, but Zhou Lei stretched out his arm to stop him. Even if he couldn't do anything, he would feel better if he could make these people annoy that kid a bit.

"Guys, we don't have enough oil. I want to borrow some from you. How about helping me?" The middle-aged man stopped in front of them, his dark face looked very simple, and what he said was not the case son.

Mo Yin glanced at the sticks they held in their hands, which were still stained with dried blood. They should have been used to kill the living dead. He smiled coldly, "The lack of oil is your problem, does it have anything to do with us?"

Wang Bin stood beside him silently, his eyes moving back and forth on several people, in case someone suddenly hurt his young master.

Qi Min passed them and looked at the boys in the distance, who immediately turned their eyes away, not daring to meet him, he turned his gaze back to look at the middle-aged man, and took a step forward towards Mo Yin.

"As human beings, we should help each other. You have less people and more fuel, and we can use some of it. There is no loss, don't you think?" The middle-aged man shook the stick in his hand, and the threat was obvious.

Mo Yin put his arms on Qi Min's shoulders, turned his head to him and said, "No wonder you know those people and you will go with them. It turns out that they are all scum who like to steal other people's things."

The middle-aged man grimaced, and stopped talking nonsense. He picked up the stick and threw it at him. He was used to beating the living dead. His stick went directly to his head. If he hit it, his head would definitely be bloody flow.

It's just a pity that what he was facing was not the living dead, and he would not let him beat him slowly, and the people standing beside him would also not be able to, the stick was caught in his hand halfway.

Qi Min's hand holding his stick looked very slender, but he couldn't shake it even a bit, and he couldn't pull out the stick even with two hands.

"Don't look, beat them up!" The middle-aged man was a little embarrassed by a boy who didn't even grow his hair. He kicked his leg while yelling at others.

Mo Yin sideways dodged the stick that was swung in front of his face, and punched the man in the side of the face, causing him to stagger and hit the oil machine next to him.

At the same time, Wang Bin beside him pinched a man's wrist and bent it down. When he let go of the stick in pain, he fell over his shoulder and threw him to the ground, unable to recover for a long time.

The foot that the middle-aged man kicked at Qi Min was missed by him, and he pulled the stick in his hand to the side, driving the man's body to one side, knocking over the person who was fighting with Mo Yin, and taking him with him. He also grunted and felt a little painful.

But it was only a matter of meeting each other, and three out of the six of them failed. This was totally different from what they had expected. These people were actually so difficult to deal with.

Qi Min didn't care whether he was remorseful or not, he grabbed his wrist and twisted it backhand, pinning his arm behind his back, and stepped on the people who were about to get up, controlling them tightly.

The people on Wang Bin and Mo Yin's side were worse than them. They all lay on the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces, howling, scolding the middle-aged man half to death in their hearts, blaming him for being so ruthless.

"You're too soft." Mo Yin looked at the two people restrained by Qi Min, and felt that it was not enough to relieve his anger. He just suffered a little bit and was not injured at all.

Seeing that he looked away dissatisfied, Qi Min also looked down at them. He exerted force on his hands and feet at the same time. After two crisp sounds, the color of their faces turned pale in an instant, and their voices stuck in their throats for a long time. It didn't come out either.

He let go, and the middle-aged man whose arm bone was broken immediately fell limply on the ground, and began to scream intermittently in pain. The position of the ribs was breathing rapidly, and cold sweat continued to break out on the forehead, which soon wet the hair.

Qi Min looked at the expressionless Mo Yin, thinking that he was not satisfied, so he said: "If you try harder, they will die. I don't like killing people very much."

Mo Yin raised his eyes to meet his eyes, and didn't speak for a long time, but he just said it casually, and this person took it seriously. Is he sincerely flattering himself like this, or does he have some ulterior motive?

Qi Min, who was looking at him, turned his head suddenly, listened quietly for a few seconds, bent down and picked up two barrels of oil, "Let's go quickly, the living dead are approaching."

For him to say something like hurry up, there must be a lot of undead. The two of them didn't ask nonsense, picked up the remaining oil barrel, and put it in the trunk with him.

The two bodyguards who were closer to them also heard their conversation. After looking at each other, they decided to leave together.

"The living dead are coming! Zhou Lei, come and help us go!" The bodyguards could hear it, and the people lying at their feet could hear it too, and they didn't even care about the pain of the wound.

The few boys who were still worried that Qi Min would settle accounts with them all looked at Zhou Lei, he had always made up his mind among them, they hadn't got enough gasoline yet, and the living dead were gone now, so naturally he decided whether to go or not The final decision.

But without waiting for them to think about it, when the car of Qi Min and the others drove out, a wave of undead people had already arrived at the intersection. Zhou Lei's expression changed, he greeted a few boys and got into the car, ignoring those people at all. .

They were already injured, and it would be a hindrance to bring them on. Besides, there was still a car, so it wasn't impossible for them to move at all. If they wanted to escape, they still had a chance.

Zhou Lei sat in the co-pilot and asked the boy driving to follow Qi Min and the others. The other party was so powerful, the road they took must be the safest way, at least it was better than running away indiscriminately.

Wang Bin stepped on the accelerator and drove at a high speed, and occasionally knocked away some undead wandering on the street. The car glass was covered with blood, which made him look disgusting.

Mo Yin frowned in disgust, looked away, and saw the person sitting beside him eating ham sausage without changing his expression, his face was speechless, he still had the mood to eat at such a time, and his heart was big enough.

Sensing his gaze, Qi Min handed him the half-eaten ham sausage, "Do you want to eat it too?"

He smelled the smell of ham sausage in his nostrils, and he thought it was quite delicious, but how could he eat something that others had bitten, and just about to shake his head to refuse, the car suddenly stopped suddenly, his body leaned forward suddenly, and his lips twitched. It hit the ham sausage and got some crumbs.

With a dark face, he wiped it off with his thumb, and glared at the driver, "Uncle Bin, what are you doing?!"

"Young master, there are too many undead in front, so I probably won't be able to get through." Wang Bin's face was not very good-looking. A small number of undead can be knocked away, but if there are too many, the car may be trapped.

"I'll clean it up." Qi Min glanced from the middle of the car seat at the road ahead blocked by the living dead, stuffed the ham sausage in his hand and ate it in his mouth, "Uncle Bin, take the car when you see the gap." Drive over and I'll catch up with you."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door and got out of the car. Without giving them a chance to speak, the not-so-tall figure walked past the crowd of living dead.

"Fuck, there are so many living dead, he is looking for death!" Mo Yin reached out and grabbed the handlebar to follow, but he couldn't open it no matter what. He turned his face angrily, "Open the lock!"

"Master, I can't let you take risks with me." Wang Bin held the steering wheel tightly and didn't do what he said. "And don't you want to see? How far can he go?"

Mo Yin's hand pulling the doorknob stopped, his eyes darkened slightly, he was silent for a while, then slowly withdrew his hand, and sat upright.