I sell Coke in the doomsday

After doing all this, I stepped into the room again and found the previous position of the dead man among the group of unconscious people. After pushing away the broken wine bottles on the table, I pretended to be unconscious and lay on the table.

Soon, I fell asleep on the table, and when I woke up, it was already early morning the next day.

Sure enough, by the early morning, rumors about last night's sharp-nosed monkey-faced monster had spread throughout the entire Porcupine Stronghold.

The toxins from last night might have been a bit too strong. All the drunkards in the room didn’t wake up with me until the next day.

The guy with a pointed chin and monkey face had really had his brain completely messed up by the alcohol. As soon as he woke up, he continued to grope for the wine bottle beside him.

Just as this guy was about to repeat the same mistake, a young man ran in with a panicked look on his face and shouted at the drunkards in the room.

"Boss, it's not good."

As he spoke, the young man explained in detail the rumors he had heard in the stronghold.

There are many versions of the rumor, but the general process is that the drunk man, with his mind unclear, told others everything about his plan to get promoted.

As the words fell, the whole room fell into silence, and the man with the pointed chin and monkey cheeks was so surprised that he almost dropped his jaw to the ground.

After a moment, the man with the pointed chin and monkey face reacted, stood up suddenly, and explained in a panic.

"Impossible, I didn't plan that at all."

Seeing this, I, who had been keeping quiet, quietly moved closer to the sharp-nosed monkey-faced creature. At this time, the sharp-nosed monkey-faced creature still did not react and just said with a distressed look on his face.

"Does anyone actually believe this kind of rumor?"

Hearing this, I leaned forward slightly, stood behind the guy with a pointed chin and said with a frown.

"I'm afraid this matter is not that simple. The boss may be unhappy with us and wants to use this plan to wipe us out?"

Hearing this, the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced man finally reacted, but still couldn't believe it. He grabbed the wine in his hand and said with a worried look on his face.

"You mean, this is all the boss's idea?"

The fish is hooked.

A smile appeared on the corner of my mouth, and I continued speaking with confidence.

"Boss, wake up,"

"In the entire Porcupine stronghold, apart from the boss, who else would dare to spread rumors about you?

Hearing this, the corners of Monkey Cheek's eyes twitched, and the doubt in his eyes gradually dissipated. In the entire Porcupine stronghold, it was confirmed that few people dared to use Monkey Cheek to spread rumors.

Things have developed to this point, and it really only takes the final step to succeed.

So, I started to act again. After finding a random excuse, I left the door of the room. After making sure that there was no one around, I quickly opened the trunk door.

The body in the trunk was well preserved and all the blood had been drained. Anyone could tell that the body died last night.

I threw down the car keys in my hand, my face squirmed, turned into an ordinary appearance, then disguised myself as someone else, then turned and left.

Chapter 59: Troublemaker

After disguising myself as an ordinary passerby, I blended into the crowd and observed the development of events from a distance.

It didn't take long before a group of people holding guns, surrounding a middle-aged man, came to the door of the room.

The middle-aged man had a gloomy face and veins bulged on his forehead. I recognized him. He was the boss of the Porcupine Stronghold, Zhang Dong.

Zhang Dong has a bad temper and is easily angered. Before the zombie virus broke out, he seemed to be a gangster boss. Killing people was no burden to him at all.

I stood at a distance, watching quietly. Zhang Dong ordered his men to go into the room, as if he wanted to pull out the man with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks.

However, after the group entered the room, there was no response, no gunshots, and no sounds of quarreling.

I was quite surprised by this. That guy with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks actually had some skills.

In this situation, I can't think of any explanation except that those people had long been bribed by Jianzuihoubi. Has this guy who looks like he can only drink actually thought of becoming the boss?

Obviously, Zhang Dong, who was standing outside, also realized this and his expression became even uglier, but his first reaction was to let other people stand in front of him and then shouted loudly into the room.

"Ma Shixuan, what do you mean?"

"Do you want to rebel?"

A moment after the words fell, Ma Shixuan's anxious voice was heard in the room, trying his best to explain.

"Boss, I really didn't do what happened last night. There must be a misunderstanding."

Zhang Dong snorted coldly, and seemed to be working harder, and roared into the room.

"Since you didn't do it, you should come out and explain it to me. What kind of man are you if you hide in there like a coward?"

As he spoke, Zhang Dong pointed at the light yellow car, at the body in the trunk, and shouted loudly.

"It wasn't you who did it, why did you kill Liu Yang?"

It turns out that the unlucky guy was called Liu Yang. What a simple name. I like this name. It is easy to remember and to commemorate him.

Although no one will probably erect a monument for him.

As Zhang Dong finished speaking, the room fell into silence, and then the surprised voice of the sharp-nosed and monkey-faced Ma Shixuan was heard.

"Old Liu is dead?!"

"Impossible, he was here just now, when did it happen?"

Zhang Dong sneered when he heard this and took a look at Liu Yang's body. After a night, Liu Yang's body had turned pale, all the blood had drained out, and the remaining blood had coagulated into lumps.

This obviously couldn't be the person who was alive just now.

"Little Pony, Little Pony, can you even say such nonsense?"

"Do you think I'm a fool?"

The atmosphere gradually became tense, and Ma Shixuan in the room seemed to have lost all his patience. He shouted angrily.

"Zhang Dong, are you really going to this extent? You even killed Lao Liu just to get me."

"He and I have been with you for so many years, how could you have the heart to do that to me?"

Hearing this, Zhang Dong's nose became crooked with anger, and he responded angrily in the same voice.

"You are such a coward, you dare not admit you killed someone."

I felt satisfied watching the two of them quarreling fiercely. The difference in information meant that they were unable to sit down and talk.

For Ma Shixuan, how could Liu Yang, who was by his side not long ago, die last night? And for Zhang Dong, the corpse was the best evidence. The time of Liu Yang's death could not have been just now.

Therefore, Ma Shixuan's words were nothing more than lies to him, and a sign of a desperate situation.

Gradually, the quarrels between the two became more and more unbearable to watch, extremely ugly to hear, and full of foul language, almost pouring out all the dissatisfaction they had accumulated over the years.

However, I have no interest in swearing, so I want to speed up this dispute.

Perhaps because they were worried about a gunfight, the audience except me gradually dispersed. I turned around, took out my pistol again, and assembled the silencer again.

Then he turned slightly, aimed his pistol at someone next to Zhang Dong, and pulled the trigger.

Bang! The dull sound of a gunshot seemed insignificant amid the cursing of the two men. I quickly turned the gun and fired a shot at the room where Ma Shixuan was.

The next moment, the guard collapsed to the ground. Zhang Dong and the people around him became alert instantly. They all squatted down and looked for cover nearby.

Zhang Dong took out his pistol, not daring to look out, but cursing loudly.

"Ma Shixuan, you bastard, you are playing dirty tricks on me, right?"

"If I don't kill you today, I won't live anymore."

Similarly, Ma Shixuan in the room also fell into a rage and cursed back loudly.

"Bah, Zhang Dong, you bastard, I have tolerated you for many years."

"Today, I can't bear it anymore."

Immediately, fierce gunshots began to echo throughout the narrow alley, accompanied by shouting and cursing. There was no possibility for the two men to turn back.

In fact, if you just look at the guard who was shot dead, you can find that the direction of the bullet was from the side, but no one did so.

Zhang Dong was so angry that he could no longer think too much. He just wanted to kill the traitor in the house.

Human hearts are complicated; suspicion and distrust are our innate abilities, just like a stable city that often begins to collapse from within.

Especially in the Porcupine stronghold, a human stronghold ruled by violence and barbarism, it is very easy to intensify conflicts.

I stopped watching the fight and, like other frightened passers-by, I dispersed and strode towards the armory.

My purpose of coming to the Porcupine Stronghold this time is not only to stir up conflict, I also want the guns and ammunition here.

There were still four guards at the door of the armory, but they were different from the four people yesterday. Today, those four people followed Zhang Dong to find trouble with Ma Shixuan.

Before I could get close, the four men immediately raised their guns and shouted loudly.

"Stop! If you move again, we will shoot!"

Hearing this, I smiled, raised my hand, and held the pistol in my hand. The next moment, the four men opened fire.

Amid the fierce gunfire, bullets whizzed past my body. Their shooting skills were really bad, but mine was very good.

I strode forward towards the rain of bullets, pulling the trigger slowly.

Bang! A bullet went straight through a man's head, bringing up red blood and milky white brain matter, and landed on the half-destroyed door. Bang, another bullet went through a man's mouth and came out from the back of his head, splattering rotten flesh everywhere.

After two shots, I had arrived next to the last two people. I suddenly exerted force with my feet and instantly came in front of one of them. I stretched out one hand, grabbed his face tightly, and then pushed him back heavily, carrying his body and smashing it heavily to the ground.

The next moment, I quickly turned around, wrapped my right arm around the neck of the last man, and like a ghost, I went behind him and strangled his throat tightly.

Under the strong pressure, the man's face quickly turned purple, then white, and finally collapsed to the ground.

I released my arm and let the man fall to the ground, then I picked up the pistol and shot each of them in the head.

Countless reincarnations have taught me a simple truth: finishing off the enemy is really a very important thing.

Chapter 60: Little Scoundrel

The door of the armory was already in tatters after the brutal collision last night. I raised my foot and kicked the door open.

The armory of the Porcupine Outpost was originally the granary of this outpost, but they did not have enough food to use such a large warehouse, so most of the space was used to store guns and ammunition.

The windows in the warehouse were tall and small, and the light was dim. I picked up a rifle from a box, fiddled with it for a few times, then sat down and started loading bullets into the magazine.

It's impossible for me to move this arsenal by myself. I came here just to determine whether it is worth taking over.

After a brief inspection, the guns and ammunition here, both in quality and quantity, exceeded my expectations. As long as we take down this stronghold, the Corpse God Cult will be the boss of this area in the future.

The sound of gunfire was still ringing in the distance, and it sounded very intense, but I knew the level of those people and their shooting skills were extremely poor, so I guess it was not the time to decide the outcome yet.

I put down the gun in my hand, found a box of canned luncheon meat in the warehouse, and opened the can without caring whether it was expired or not, and started eating it with big mouthfuls of Coke.

After a while of eating and drinking, I found a suitable place in the warehouse, lay down, found a more comfortable position, and fell asleep.

The side effects of mimicry are always there, and I need to take a good rest before I can put a nice end to this matter.

I quickly fell asleep amid the bursts of gunfire. The dense gunfire sounded like hypnotic notes and was so pleasant to the ear.

In my dream, I dreamed of that familiar city again, and I also dreamed of Tongtong, but this time it was a little strange. In my dream, I saw another me and another Tongtong.

What a strange dream.

When I woke up again, it was already evening. The gunfire had stopped long ago and the fight between Zhang Dong and Ma Shixuan had come to an end. What surprised me was that in such a long time, no one had come to the armory.

The word "rabble" is not enough to describe this stronghold.

I swaggered out of the warehouse, carrying a rifle, and looked into the distance. The armory was located at a high position. In order to overlook the entire stronghold, I nimbly climbed onto the roof of the armory and looked down at the entire stronghold from a high vantage point.

As the sun sets, the red sunset dyes the entire earth red, and the already pitifully small porcupine stronghold is clearly visible to me.

When I looked into the distance, I couldn't help laughing.

I saw that a large group of people had gathered in an open space in the distance. Zhang Dong was standing in front of the crowd, looking dusty and holding a pistol. Behind him, four people were tied up and kneeling on the ground.

It's a scene so familiar that it makes people speechless.

The sense of ritual is not just a simple and meaningless behavior, but exists for emphasis and demonstration.

Kill one to warn the rest and declare sovereignty.

Looking at this scene, I suddenly changed my mind, threw the rifle aside, jumped off the high roof, and strode towards the crowd gathered in the distance.

Soon, I came to the back of the crowd and squeezed in without hesitation. The people who gathered there all had expressionless faces, numb looks, and dim eyes without a trace of light.

After I squeezed to the front of the crowd, I stopped, and at this time Zhang Dong's hoarse voice reached my ears.