Chapter 21: Each with His Own Thoughts

　　Sean frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. What Moore said seemed to make some sense, but also a little risky.

　　With a light sigh, Sean did not pursue the matter. "We must act according to the plan from now on. We must be cautious and careful."

　　"Of course." Moore agreed readily, "Then shall we go to the next place?"

　　Sean frowned. If he just attracted them like this, there would probably be some zombies that would be missed.

　　But looking at the time, it was indeed late, and the zombies hiding in the dark were indeed very dangerous.

　　Sean made a decision, "Okay, let's move to the next place."

　　The main reason is that Sean felt that even if there were still a few zombies hiding, it would not have much impact here. He did not live here, so he just needed to check the convenience store cleanly.

　　The group of five came to the next building, a private residence with three stories high. Still, four people went in, with Glenn keeping watch.

　　Even if there are zombies in this kind of residence, there usually won't be too many, and all the buildings were checked quickly.

　　Occasionally, there are a few zombies that are killed easily.

　　After checking another two-story residential building, this is the seventh building. This location is more than a hundred meters away from the convenience store at the beginning.

　　Sean checked the time. It was almost half past six and it was beginning to get dark.

　　Sean said to everyone, "Okay, let's stop here today. Glenn, can you please ask Dale to drive the RV over to the convenience store just now?"

　　Glenn nodded, "Okay."

　　After saying that, Glenn started jogging, and Daryl followed him, probably to ride a motorcycle.

　　Sean, Moore and T-zai walked towards the convenience store leisurely.

　　More took out a cigarette, lit it and put it in his mouth, then stretched comfortably and handed the cigarette box to Sean. Sean took out a cigarette and handed it to T, not taking it himself, and then returned the cigarette box to More.

　　The three of them walked side by side on the streets of the small town. The last ray of sunset fell right on their shoulders, inexplicably softening their faces.

　　Like two or three old friends, taking advantage of the last rays of sunset, strolling and chatting, or wanting to find a nice pub to get drunk.

　　But the reality is, there is no such thing as an infinitely beautiful sunset; that glow is ultimately just afterglow.

　　The town was a town in the doomsday. There were several old cars that had crashed into each other piled up on the road, and blood and flesh and bones were left on the ground from time to time.

　　These people are not friends, they are just a few survivors gathered together by chance.

　　The relationship is far from harmonious.

　　For example, now, when Moore saw that Sean didn't smoke but handed his cigarette to T, he instantly became unhappy.

　　However, although he was unhappy, Moore didn't seem to want to start talking nonsense at this moment. Maybe he was tired, maybe he didn't want to talk, or of course he might just be giving Sean face.

　　Back at the convenience store, the glass door was closed. Sean pushed it, but it was blocked.

　　It seems that Morales is not stupid.

　　"Knock, knock."

　　Sean knocked on the door and whispered, "It's us, open the door."

　　Quiet.

　　It had been nearly a minute, and Moore was getting impatient and ready to kick the door.

　　The glass door finally opened. Morales' eyes flickered and he didn't dare to look directly at them. He lowered his head after opening the door.

　　Sean raised his eyebrows slightly. As a county policeman, observing people's expressions is a basic skill. There was something wrong with Morales, but Sean didn't say anything and walked into the convenience store with a few others.

　　"More, T-boy, let's check the convenience store again and see if there are any good things. Usually there will be guns and ammunition in places like this."

　　"OK."

　　"Let Master More guess where the gun is hidden."

　　As Moore said this, he swaggered towards the cashier counter and rummaged directly inside the cashier counter. Moore squatted down and started searching.

　　Morales on the side lowered his head lower and lower, his body trembling slightly, and he seemed very nervous.

　　It wasn't long before More stood up and yelled, "Shit! It was taken."

　　"No." Moore suddenly noticed something and touched the bottom cabinet gently with his hand.

　　There was ash and a bullet in the corner, and Moore picked up the bullet.

　　It is a 9mm×19mm pistol bullet, which is considered to be a relatively common bullet model in pistols.

　　However, Moore's attention was not on the bullets, but on the cabinet, so there would naturally be no dust under the bullets.

　　But it wasn't just that bullet-sized piece that was free of ash, but the entire adjacent area was free of ash.

　　"Hey, hey." Moore raised his head and laughed, "You bastard, where did you hide the gun?"

　　When Moore said this, he was looking at Morales, and he was speaking to Morales.

　　"I...I didn't." Morales shook his head in panic, his legs trembling as he uncontrollably backed away.

　　"Hey, is that so."

　　More pulled out the dagger, twisted his neck, and there were bursts of "crackling" sounds of bones moving. He walked slowly towards Morales arrogantly.

　　At this distance, even if Morales had a gun, Moore could kill him with one knife before he could draw his gun.

　　Moore had no worries, nor did he need to have any.

　　"We work so hard and risk our lives to kill zombies to ensure your safety, and you want to hide a gun?

　　What do you want to do with the gun? Do you want to shoot me when Mr. More isn't paying attention?" More was putting more and more pressure on Morales, getting closer and closer.

　　Morales was almost scared to death. He backed away and bumped into a shelf. The shelf was relatively stable and did not fall over, but Morales had no way to retreat.

　　At this time, Sean reached out to stop Moore, "Okay, Moore."

　　Sean glanced at Morales again, and glanced at Ed lying on the ground, and said calmly:

　　"Morales probably just wanted to help us search this place first, but you were too anxious, so Morales didn't have time to say it."

　　Moore looked at Sean in disbelief. He thought this policeman was not stupid, but he didn't expect that his head had been kicked by a donkey.

　　Although they had only been in for a few minutes, Morales had plenty of time to say what he wanted to say, but he noticed it and he was still being stubborn.

　　Sean gave Moore a look, and Moore raised his eyebrows slightly. What did this policeman want to do? But it seemed that his head had not been kicked by a donkey.

　　Sean looked at Morales again, "Is that so? Morales."

　　Morales nodded quickly as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, "Yes, yes, I was going to tell you."

　　Sean nodded and said calmly, "In that case, we are already back. Take out the gun and let's take a look."

　　"This..." Morales hesitated again.

　　Moore then threatened, "What? You bastard, you're still not happy?"

　　Morales quickly said, "No…it's not."

　　"Why don't you take it out?"

　　Morales glanced in Ed's direction and said as if he had made up his mind, "The gun is with Ed. He asked me to take it."

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