Chapter 17: Rebels against me, must die!
What situation?
Lisa looked puzzled.
Should they at least say thank you for saving their lives?
Now not only did not show up, but also sneaked into the service area, but also to the door closed, what does this mean?
Bruce's face darkened and he said nothing, but he guessed what the men were up to.
Ten minutes ago...
While Lisa was driving, she knocked down all the zombies, repeatedly crushing them.
The survivors sneaked out of the bus and entered the service area first.
The survivors of the disaster, at this time the first thought is not grateful.
But how to dominate the service area in the supermarket a dozen shelves of drinks, instant noodles, sausages, as well as store restaurant kitchen food!
There was enough food for a dozen of them to hold on to the army for rescue!
Of course, it was wishful thinking and they didn't know it was a hoax.
"Come on, let's get into the service area and block up the gate. Don't let anyone in the van!"
The speaker was a middle-aged man who was a tour guide on a bus.
Was also the leader of the survivor team.
"Ah? But they just saved us. Is it... right for us to do that? "
Asked a timid girl.
"Is that right? Oh, little girl, when's the time for that? What about face and character? "
"There is so much food in the service area. Eat a little, and eat less! If we are only one more person, we shall share more food out, and we shall have less time for many days! "
"People don't kill for themselves, this time also pay attention to selflessness, only to kill us all!"
Said the guide, staring.
His words silenced the other survivors, who felt a little guilty about them.
Indeed, people do not kill for themselves!
Who doesn't want to live a few more days?
Who wants to share food with others?
Soon, these people joined the ranks of tour guides!
"Yes, I agree with the tour guide. They just got away with killing the zombies. Why should they share food with us?"
That's right. Maybe they think they're a big contributor to us.
Sure, the food in our bus is long gone. If we don't rely on the food in the service area, we'll all starve to death!
"But they're not the same. They're RVs. They must have food in them. They don't care about us. We don't give them anything. They can live!"
Look at that RV, there are rich people driving it, they had better than us in the peacetime, now is the end of the world, the world will change!
Yes, support the tour guide eldest brother, firmly can't let them come in!
The more they talked, the more they felt they were right.
One by one passionate, began to lift the table, blocking the service area door.
"Open the door, why are you barring us? There are no zombies out there. You're safe! "
Lisa's pink fist drums against the service gate.
She is now over 80, stronger than a strong man.
Just a few knocks and the doorframe banged and the dust sounded down.
They're not looking for zombies. It's us!
Bruce said softly, his eyes gleaming with a cold killing.
There is no shortage of white eyed wolves in the world.
Are a group of selfish people who only care about themselves!
"We? We don't eat people. What can we prevent? "
Lisa has not yet changed from the peaceful way of thinking.
"This is where we came first, and it belongs to us! We prepared food and water for you at the door. Take it and go! We won't open the door for you! "
When she heard this, Lisa realized that the cardboard box at the door was not garbage, but food and water.
She opened the box and looked.
There were two loaves of bread and two bottles of 500ml mineral water.
After working so hard for so long, are these people going to send themselves away just for so little?
What's more, the two bottles of mineral water are not intact.
It was half drunk without knowing who.
One of the bottles was still floating with food crumbs!
It's someone else's water!
Bread is also an expired product.
Isn't this disgusting?!
"You've gone too far! How could you do that?!
Lisa, who had never seen anyone like this, turned pale with anger and shouted.
"How are we? The food and drink is good enough for you. We've done our best. Now get out of here! "
Inside the gate came a very rude voice, a word, but not one.
Get out of the way!
Bruce whispered to Lisa.
"Well? By the way, brother, you tell them, these people are too much! To think... "
Lisa's only halfway there.
Bruce raised his right leg and kicked Damon hard.
Bang!
The gate to the service area was solid wood, locked, and there was a table behind it.
Yet such defenses were simply futile before Bruce!
Only one foot, it kicked the door swaying up.
Behind the blocked table was also crashed open a foot away!
`Quick! Block the door! They want to attack! Never let them in! "
Shouted the guide hurriedly, standing behind the crowd.
Now the people inside and outside the house have naturally formed two factions.
Now that Bruce has started banging on the door, it means that the two sides have been completely deadlocked.
There is no room for manoeuvre.
The survivors behind the door also knew that Bruce was so strong that if he were allowed to rush in, no one in the room would be his opponent.
So three or four strong boys came up at once and pushed the table back to the door.
Bang!
Bruce had another kick.
This foot is harder than the last.
The strong impact made the man's palms tingle.
Bruce got a little angry.
He stepped back a few steps and then began to run up.
He was now more than twice as nimble as a human being, and he ran so fast that he rushed past like a gust of wind.
More than a metre from the service gate, Bruce swooped, this time without kicking, but the whole person flew up, with his shoulders to the door.
Bruce is about eighty feet tall and weighs one hundred and seventy jin.
Coupled with the speed generated by the run-up, this impact is extraordinary!
Although there were four people inside the door.
But they don't do it. They don't produce four times as much power as the average person.
The two sides met head-to-head.
Bang!
Ka Rub!
Two tones.
The first sound was Bruce hitting the door.
The second was the wooden door of the entire service area, locked and crashed into the hall with the doorframe.
Inside the door was blocked by a huge impact table also flew far away, against in two people's bellies, the latter in pain curled up on the ground crying.
Shallow, you learn to point, with such a fool no nonsense, fist better than anything else!
Bruce walked in slowly on the door plank.
There was still a man under the door.
But the man was terrified, wearing the weight of Bruce and Lisa, and wouldn't even fart.
Can kick open a lock good gate to still have the table behind the door, this which is human!
This is a monster!
Who dares to fight monsters?
Disrelish oneself life long?!
Who came up with the idea of not letting us in?
Bruce glanced coldly over everyone.
Frightened the survivors one by one silent cold cicada, no one dared to look at him, all lowered his head.
This idea is the decision of all of us!
The guide stood out and said boldly.
No, no, it was his decision, and we disagreed!
Yes, we've been against it, but he's got his own way!
Yes, he's to blame. I'll say the owner of the RV is our benefactor. We can't do this ingratitude, but he won't listen!
This guy is a miser. He wants the food and says one more person means one less day!
"I've always been against it, I said. Now that zombies are out there, we humans should be united. Sharing food with a few people doesn't affect anything."
The survivors, who had just backed up the guide, immediately changed course and began to move closer to Bruce.
Grass, you flock of eggheads, there are a dozen of us, two on the other side, and one female!
"What are we afraid of? Let's go up together. If we can't help it, we'll take the girl as a hostage! How can he deal with so many of us alone? "
What we need now is unity. How can we all get up and go with me?
The guide roared hysterically.
He did not expect the group of people around him should be so encouraged bag.
He surrendered before he could fight.
Little did he know that these people were selfish villains when they decided to follow him and commit ingratitude.
How can a group of people who put their own interests first be united?
Of course, how to maximize profits, how to come.
Now with bruce desperately, the best result is a dead end, may be a beating.
If you turn to Bruce now, say something nice.
The boss to coax happy, the future distribution of food, perhaps a happy Bruce can also give himself a little more.
By comparison, of course, they were all on Bruce's side.
No matter how the guide encouraged, no one wanted to stand up.
Even the two people who had just been knocked down by the table, had not too painful, but still pretend to be very painful appearance, is not up.
"Grass, you're not up, I'm up! Anyway, I won't let you outsiders touch the food here! "
The guide gave a roar, picked up a bench, and charged at Bruce.
Die!
Bruce shouted angrily.
From his point of view, the guide-guide, who was rushing forward with his stool in hand, was a cruel man who often fought.
But this kind of person in the battlefield soldier eye, the movement is the flaw.
As the guide rushed up to Bruce, he had just rounded the chair and had not yet broken it off.
Bruce raised his leg and kicked the guide in the throat.
"Ah... poof..."
The guide took two steps backwards and fell to the ground, his chair falling to the ground.
His eyes were full of surprise and fear of death.
Blood spilled from his mouth.
My throat was kicked to pieces. It's hopeless!
His mouth was wide open, as if he wanted to say something, but there was nothing but gushing blood.
Within seconds he had turned his head and died.