I sell Coke in the doomsday

After the search was fruitless, the five men seemed more reassured and leaned to one side towards my gun muzzles.

My eyes moved back and forth among these five people, calculating the distance between them.

There were three cars, with their front ends all leaning towards me. Perhaps to facilitate the transportation of supplies, all the cars were similar to pickup trucks, without the tops.

The person closest to me was the guy who was frisking me, and then there was the driver of the car in front of me. If I took two steps forward, I could punch him in the nose.

Moreover, at such a close distance, they could not shoot at will. As long as I was near the car, there was a possibility that the bullet would hit the car.

Tires, fuel tanks, engines, if any one part is damaged, they will have no means of transportation and no chance of survival in this zombie city.

This way, I have the possibility to fight them in hand-to-hand combat.

Thinking of this, I moved my feet slightly, started to take off my backpack with a smile on my face, and said.

"I have a bag of dried rabbit meat in my backpack, which can be used as a gift."

Hearing this, the five men's eyes immediately lit up and they couldn't help swallowing. I took off my backpack and threw it directly to the driver farthest from me.

The driver took the backpack with a look of joy. Seeing this, the other people immediately jumped out of the car in a hurry and ran towards the man.

"Don't eat it all by yourself, leave some for me!"

At the same time, the person in charge of the body search could not help but turn around, and the moment he turned around, I suddenly grabbed the axe and chopped it down on his neck!

A stream of warm blood fell on my face and I thought I might have hit his artery.

Boom!

The axe blade instantly broke through the flesh and penetrated deep into it. It landed on the bones. Amid the blood and screams, the men quickly came to their senses, picked up their guns, and shot at me.

I hid behind the man who was chopped, pushed his body forward, and quickly approached the four people who had gathered together.

Perhaps because they were worried that the bullets would rupture the car's tires, the four men did not fire indiscriminately. As I imagined, the dense barrage of bullets did not appear.

When I pushed the dead man in front of them, I subconsciously wanted to pull out the axe from the neck of the corpse, but failed.

Damn! The axe must have been stuck in the bone.

Just at this moment, a figure flashed out from the side, swung his fist, and hit me on the head. I was hit hard. I swayed slightly, then quickly stood firm.

When another fist came, I quickly lowered my head to avoid the punch, took a step forward, and punched him in the ribs.

There was a crisp sound from his ribs and my wrist, and the man screamed, but I seemed to feel no pain. I quickly raised my head and punched him between the chin and the ear again.

Bang! With a muffled sound, the man fell straight to the ground, and at this moment another person appeared behind me, and another one aimed a gun at my head.

Bang! With a gunshot, I was shot in the chest and immediately started bleeding. But at the same time, I successfully took a step forward, swung my shotgun, and hit the man's temple hard.

Under the severe blow, the revolver in the man's hand and my shotgun both fell not far from me, but the man behind me also knocked me to the ground. I tried to turn around and face the man, but saw that he had taken out a dagger and stabbed it straight into my eyes.

Puff! This was the sound of the dagger piercing through flesh and blood, but it was not my eyes.

I blocked the dagger with my palm, and the sharp blade emerged from the back of my hand. The bright red blood flowed down the blade onto my face.

"what!!"

I cried out in pain, then used all my strength to smash my fist into the man's face.

After the punch, the man's body slightly turned sideways, but I loosened my fist at this moment and inserted my fingers into his eye sockets fiercely.

"what!!!!"

With a shrill scream, the man fell to the side, and I saw the last person who was pulling my axe from the corpse.

Without any hesitation or getting up, I quickly turned around and crawled towards the revolver that had just fallen.

Just as I reached for the revolver, a mountain axe came down from behind me and landed on my neck, almost chopping off my head.

"Die, you bastard!"

The last man was breathing heavily and cursing with a distorted face, as if he thought everything was over. But then his pupils shrank, and when he saw that there was no chance of survival, he slowly turned around and aimed the revolver at his head.

"You should have cut off your hand."

I said this to him very seriously, while gently pressing the trigger with my hand, and uttered the last two words to him.

"Bastard."

Chapter 23: Revenge without Pleasure

boom!

As the gunshot rang out, I made a hole in the man's head and he died. But I was also in a bad condition. The blade of the axe was still embedded in my neck and the blood was flowing non-stop.

"Hi~"

I cried out in pain somewhat unwillingly and gently grasped the axe handle with both hands. The pain from just the slightest touch made me sweat profusely.

"Oh shit!"

I roared softly, trying to share my pain with curse words, then I exerted force with both hands, and the axe blade and blood separated from my body together.

The gunshots just now must have alarmed the people who went inside to loot supplies. I needed to hurry, but I could only lie on the ground helplessly, gasping for breath.

It hurts, it really hurts, so much that I want to ask myself.

Why did I have to go to this extent? What was I doing this for?

Is it for Wang Quan?

I really wanted to answer like that, but as I lay on the ground, gasping for breath, I suddenly realized that I did all this just for myself.

When a person dies, there is nothing left. No matter what I do, Wang Quan will never see it again, nor will he come back to life.

I just want to make myself feel better. I want to feel more comfortable so that I can swallow the anger in my chest.

It's like when I see a stone blocking the way on a flat road, I move it away, not to allow others to pass smoothly, but because just looking at the stone makes me feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

Yes, I do all this just for my own pleasure. When it comes down to it, it all stems from satisfying my selfishness.

But there's nothing wrong with that, right?

While I was daydreaming, the wound on my neck had healed itself, and the gunshot wound on my chest, the squirming granulation tissue had pushed the bullet out.

I hurriedly stood up, grabbed the axe, and quickly searched through the men's preparations. There were only three bullets left in the revolver, and there was no time to search for more bullets, so I just took it.

The dagger stuck in my hand is pretty good. It might be much more useful and labor-saving than my axe in close combat.

Among the men I killed, there was one who was carrying a bow and arrow, which was well-made, but there were only ten arrows in the quiver.

I took off the bow and arrow and put it on my back. My shooting skills are really bad, but when it comes to bow and arrow, I am still a little confident.

After quickly picking up a few pieces of equipment, I ran quickly into the supermarket. The previous fight was very short, but the gunshots must have alarmed those who were looting supplies.

I believe that they are cautious and will not act rashly, but they must have already hidden themselves in the dark, ready to engage in a firefight with me at any time.

I needed to get into the building as quickly as possible and let my eyes adjust to the light inside.

In the dim ruins of the supermarket, the shelves were scattered. I rolled gently, hid behind a shelf, and moved slowly.

Bang! At this moment, a gunshot rang out, piercing the shelf directly, and the bullet landed at my feet.

The corner of my eye twitched and I hesitated. I wasn't sure if these people had discovered me or if it was just a coincidence that they were testing me.

But if we assume the worst, those people should have already determined my location, and perhaps a few of them are secretly surrounding me.

I took out my revolver and didn't move. I still hid behind the shelf, trying to regulate my breathing and listening at the same time to hear if there were any footsteps approaching.

Just as I was thinking this, a string of dense bullets came quickly and turned the shelves into a sieve. Although I was lucky not to be hit, I couldn't hear if anyone was approaching.

Sure enough, that group of people had discovered me, and under the cover of firepower, some of them must have been quickly surrounding me.

In the darkness, I quickly moved my view, ignoring the incoming bullets, trying to determine where the enemy would surround me from.

I have to say that this supermarket is not suitable for hiding, as people may come from almost every direction.

Ah, I hope their shooting skills are as bad as mine.

Suddenly, a black figure poked its head out. I instantly lowered my body to the ground, with my back against the floor, holding the revolver in both hands, and fired three shots at the black figure.

boom! boom! boom!

After the first gunshot, the black shadow quickly retracted its head, so none of the three shots hit.

But I never expected to hit anyone. When I fired, I suddenly kicked the shelf with force, and the shelf fell backwards, making a loud noise and attracting the attention of others.

And I took this opportunity, took out the dagger, bent my body, and quickly ran towards the man in the corner. In the corner, the man held the pistol cautiously and did not dare to stick his head out. It seemed that the three shots I fired just now like a rich man had made him misunderstand my firepower reserves.

However, in the dim light, there was a sound of hurried footsteps, and the man finally couldn't help it and stuck his head out with a gun.

The moment he looked up, I had already pounced on him, holding his head tightly with one arm. My body spun slightly in the air, causing his body to fall to one side. He was lying on his back, and I was

The man struggled in fear, but I used my arm to block his neck tightly. With my other hand, holding the dagger, I stabbed his throat frantically through the gap between my arms, again and again.

Warm blood instantly flowed from his broken throat onto my face, then slid down into my mouth.

For no reason, I realized at this moment that I was grimacing and had a hideous look on my face, otherwise the blood would not have flowed into my mouth.

The man's body stopped moving and died in my arms. I pushed the man's body away and took the pistol from his hand.

Now, there are nine people left.

The shelf I kicked down earlier seemed to have caused a chain collapse, and those people lost sight of me in the chaos.

In the darkness, I quickly stuck my head out, then quickly retracted it, then took out the bow on my back, drew the arrow and pulled the string. I quickly stood up and shot an arrow at the figure squatting in the darkness.

Bang! The arrow vibrated and pierced through a person's throat, instantly attracting the attention of others. After shooting the arrow, I quickly ran through a pile of shelves.

Spots of blood fell to the ground like drops of water. It was because the bowstring had cut my fingers. This was the result of drawing a bow with your bare hands without finger guards.

I ran so fast that I finally attracted other people's attention. Countless bullets fell, and amid the deafening gunfire, debris flew and dust covered the ground.

I was hit by about five bullets, but fortunately they hit my vital parts and no one hit my limbs.

A little trick for killing people: don't go after an immortal body, attack what you think are the vital parts.

I moved quickly between the shelves. Thirty-seven days of long-distance running training finally came in handy.

So, was there thirty-seven days of practice in killing people with a mountain axe?

I knocked down a shelf and quickly ran towards a man who was changing bullets, and chopped down his arm with the axe.

The man's arm fell to the ground in the scattered blood. Before he could scream, I kicked him down, raised the axe, and chopped down on his head.

Practicing with an axe was useful, I was so glad in my heart.

Footsteps were heard, and I stepped on the head of the corpse on the ground and pulled out the axe. This was a lesson learned from the previous fight. I had to step on the corpse to gain leverage and pull out the axe that was stuck in the bone.

As the axe was pulled out, some of the meat got on my face, making me feel like vomiting.

Then I kicked down the shelf next to me, turned around and headed straight towards the direction where the footsteps came from.

In the darkness, I bumped into two people who were running towards me quickly. They subconsciously raised their guns and shot, but as I ran, I had already made the gesture of swinging the axe.

Boom! It was like the dull sound when I was chopping rabbit meat, the axe blade rubbing against the bone, the sound was harsh. One person died directly under the axe, and the other one looked at me in horror and shot in a hurry.

boom! boom! boom!

The bullet pierced my chest, tearing my flesh and blood. A blood mist rose up. Despite the severe pain, I clenched my fist, gritted my teeth, and punched the man in the face.

Crack! Suddenly, I seemed to hear the sound of my finger bones breaking. It was very crisp and really fucking nice to hear.

After the punch, the man's body leaned to one side, but I rushed forward and grabbed his body regardless, and rammed my knee into his chest hard.

"vomit!"

In the dim light, my knee didn't hit his chest but hit his stomach, making his stomach churn and almost making him vomit.

I grabbed his hair and dragged him to the tip of the shelf, where I pressed his head roughly and banged it hard against the sharp corner, over and over again.

After repeating it five times quickly, I threw him aside, pulled out the axe from another corpse, and swung it down at his neck.

boom!

When the axe fell on his neck, a bullet also pierced my forehead. I swayed and fell to the ground.

My face fell on the cold ground, and the flying dust fell into my mouth with a ferocious look, with a slightly rotten smell.

In the dim light, I looked into the eyes of the unrecognizable corpse. He seemed very young, probably only fifteen or sixteen years old.

I am immortal, but at this moment, I felt a little tired. So, I did not stand up. I lay on the ground like a dead body, looking at the young corpse exhaustedly.

What on earth am I doing?

Revenge, venting anger, or just a madman's killing spree.