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Chapter 686 Fierce Steven

Chris walked away resentfully, but when he walked to his dilapidated house, a woman leaned on the wall and looked at Chris and said, "Chris, you have worked so hard for half a month, and you just got so many coupons." Is it worth giving it to him?"

Chris smiled and said, "This is nothing. Now it doesn't mean that in the future, what I owed me today, he will pay back in the future." Chris said with a sinister tone.

The woman giggled and smoked the cigarette on her mouth thinly, her fiery red lips complemented each other and said: "It seems that you are rich, do you want to? Let me relax for you." Saying this, the woman stretched out Out of her long white legs, she stuck out her pointed tongue and licked her seductive red lips.

Chris smiled and said, "I'm short on cash, but I can't afford to torment you."

The woman smiled shyly, brushed the hair on her forehead and said, "It's okay, for the neighbor's sake, I can give you a [-]% discount." She raised her eyebrows at Chris and said teasingly .

Chris was a little moved, but after thinking about it, he suddenly held the ticket in his arms that was about to run out and said, "Not for now!" As he spoke, Chris walked straight to his house.

The woman watched Chris leave, and snorted "Coward!", her coquettish and seductive thighs were retracted from the front of her cheongsam, and as the wind blew, the turbulent waves still raised alluring waves ripple.

At this time, two people walked in the street, both of them were wearing camouflage uniforms, the sleeves of their arms were rolled up high, a headset was worn on their ears, and there were many tattoos on their arms, but there was only a butterfly-shaped tattoo on their right hand. The small blood red tattoos are extraordinarily eye-catching.

After the two arrived at the streets of the East City of Los Angeles, the entire street suddenly became quiet, "The defense forces are here." When everyone heard this, the busy city that was as noisy as a flesh-and-blood market just now suddenly became silent.

The leather shoes stepped on the stones on the ground and made a creaking sound. The man walked up to everyone step by step and said coldly, "Has anyone been to the Central Valley recently?"

Everyone was stunned, but those who heard the people from the defense force came to ask questions, there was no good result in the end, and no one wanted to answer these words.

These defense forces are a scourge to the survivors of the East City of Los Angeles, much more terrifying than those zombies, one of the two slowly walked up to Chris, and said: "White-haired Chris, recently you went out of the city The most cases, do you think? Who went there?" As the man said, Chris suddenly turned his head and glanced at Crowe.

Chris didn't speak and glanced at Crowe. Crowe saw Chris' eyes glanced over, and suddenly his eyes were a little flustered, but he still forced himself to calm down and straightened his back.

Another man in camouflage uniform walked up to Crowe and looked at him. He tilted his head, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then heard a bang, as if a watermelon had fallen to the ground. The person trembled in his heart, and a pair of big feet stepped on the watermelon that had just fallen to the ground.

Crowe fell to the ground, his nosebleed was covered with blood marks all over his face, and his mouth was still vomiting blood. The man stepped on Crowe's head and said: "Everything in the Central Valley is a kind of stealing. Do you live too long for your life? Ah!" The last word of the man in the camouflage uniform was particularly harsh.

Crowe didn't care about the blood on his mouth and face, but said beggingly, "Boss Steven, I haven't been to the Central Valley, I haven't been to the Central Valley."

Steven looked at Crowe, changed his tone of voice and said, "I've never been to the Central Valley!" As he said that, he kicked his shoes with his feet, and some dust fell from the shoes.

The man next to him in camouflage squatted down, crushed the dust between his index finger and thumb, put it up to his nose and smelled it, then stood up, kicked Crowe on the stomach, Crowe suddenly felt as if his stomach had been hit by a huge ram, and the contents of his stomach suddenly wanted to come out.

He felt that the food was about to vomit out of his mouth. At this moment, Steven lifted Crowe's neck slowly, and slowly raised it up in front of him. Crowe's feet were already off the ground, and he was about to vomit just now. The puff of food residue that came out was swallowed deeply by him again, and the people around saw this scene, and felt sick for a while.

Steven looked at Crowe in front of him and said viciously: "Is it because the Land Resources Emergency Management Center made you too full and asked you to manage a block of East Los Angeles Street, is that how you manage it?"

"Who can you hide from this little trick of yours?"

Crowe desperately wanted to break away the hand holding his neck. He felt that he was about to suffocate. The feeling was as uncomfortable as a fish jumping up from the water and unable to breathe oxygen. His mouth could only whine. He made the sound of me, me, me, but that hand was like an iron clamp firmly grasping his neck, and his resistance was futile and useless.

"Steven, don't kill anyone." A soldier next to him said.

The corner of Steven's mouth twitched fiercely, and he threw Crowe on the ground, as if throwing a pile of rubbish, "You are lucky today, today is a harvest day, otherwise, I will let you know what it means to ignore the rules." There are punishments! Return the things and pay the fine, or you will know what the result will be!" Steven snorted coldly.

Crowe fell to the ground, coughing violently. Just now, the hand that was like iron pliers grabbed his neck, making him almost unable to breathe. Now he is like a bird coming out of the water and falling back again. The fish in the water, he breathed desperately.

The desire to survive is so precious to everyone, and Crowe is no exception. In the entire East District of Los Angeles, he is just a small boss, a so-called local sheriff. In fact, he doesn't even have a name nothing.

East Los Angeles is a free and degenerate area. The California Land and Resources Emergency Management Center doesn't even bother to manage it. They just come here regularly to clean up the zombies, because there are occasional waves of zombies brought by outsiders. And these zombies are like wheat to the defense forces of the California Land Resources Emergency Management Center, and it is not difficult to harvest them at all.

The other person next to him looked at Steven and said, "Steven, are you going to become a senior fighter recently?"

The corners of Stevens' lips curled up, and he said, "Oh, it's not that easy. If you want to be promoted to a high-level fighter, the first hurdle is to learn Chinese. Chinese is too difficult for me, a native Irishman. I can't go back now, it's really the end of the world!"

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