I sell Coke in the doomsday

Zhang Dong had some scratches on his face. His old face was gloomy and violent, and his eyes were full of anger and murderous intent. He stood in front, holding a pistol that gave him a sense of security, and shouted loudly.

"I know that some of you have a problem with me and want to kill me. I think you can also take this position."

"I'm here to tell you today that it's all bullshit!"

Zhang Dong's nose tip twitched slightly, and the fat on his face made him look more murderous. He held a pistol, pointed at everyone, and shouted sternly.

"Without me, who among you would have survived until now?"

"Without me, you're nothing!"

"I'm not a good-tempered person. If anyone dares to break my rules, I'll stew him!"

"I'm telling you, in this stronghold, whatever I say is what counts. Whoever I want to kill will die."

As he spoke, Zhang Dong suddenly raised his gun and shot the man kneeling beside him in the head. Blood and brain matter splattered all over him.

Bright red blood bloomed in the air, dirty and boring. I watched Zhang Dong's performance quietly, wanting to see what other tricks he had.

Zhang Dong looked at the fallen body and grinned grimly. He seemed unconcerned, but his hands were shaking slightly.

"Be content. I have given you food and shelter."

"Don't be shameless."

As Zhang Dong spoke, he softened his tone and spoke slowly.

"I, Zhang Dong, am not a stingy person. As long as you behave yourself, there will be no trouble."

"Think about it carefully. If it wasn't me, who could find so many guns?"

"If it weren't for me, you would have starved to death last year."

As he spoke, Zhang Dong fired again, killing another person. Along with his gentle voice, the scene seemed a bit weird.

There was an eerie silence in the field. No one responded. Everyone held their breath so hard that you could hear a pin drop.

Seeing this, Zhang Dong's eyes flashed with pride. He seemed to feel that he was back in power and had intimidated everyone. So, he showed an ugly smile, looked at everyone and said.

"I'm not an unreasonable person, but you have to understand."

"This stronghold must be under my control to be safe and sound."

"Does anyone among you have any objection to this?"

Zhang Dong had a smile on his face, his eyes full of pride. He knew that no one would dare to give any answer, and no one would dare to oppose him.

"I object."

Suddenly, a voice sounded slowly, neither humble nor arrogant, but it made Zhang Dong's smile completely freeze on his face. Then, it became chaotic and weird like cow dung run over by wheels.

I slowly stepped out of the crowd, looked straight at Zhang Dong, narrowed my eyes slightly, and spoke slowly.

"Brutal, violent, chaotic, and unpredictable."

"This is what you bring to this stronghold. People are still alive because they want to live."

"Even if there is only a piece of land here, they will do their best to survive."

"Eat grass, eat bark, eat people."

"You are just a useless piece of shit. You are used to riding on other people's heads because you know it."

"Without others, you are nothing, even worse than a guard dog."

"You don't have the brains to rule a stronghold. In the final analysis, you are always a nobody..."

Having said that, I looked at Zhang Dong, whose face turned ashen, and uttered the last three words word by word.

"Little Yakuza."

Chapter 61 I am a talkative person

Justice will prevail. I can no longer say this.

The spiritual sustenance of the past has long turned into a helpless desire for liberation. I am no longer superior to others, but the same as them, dirty and ugly.

I looked at Zhang Dong, whose face became increasingly ugly. My eyes flickered and my expression became complicated.

“We are not firewood, nor are we knives to be thrown away after use.”

"The future is uncertain and unpredictable, no one can tell for sure, but at least we have to have some thoughts about it."

The black fog was entwined, and my arms were wriggling, veins bulging, becoming thick and full of murderous aura.

"But if it is under your rule, there will be no thought."

The next moment, I took a deep breath, the muscles in my right arm bulged, I squinted my eyes, looked at Zhang Dong, and whispered.

"You deserve to die, Zhang Dong."

Zhang Dong's face changed, as if he finally recognized me. I have dealt with him in the past year, and I think he will never forget my face.

"Su Li!"

With a panicked shout, Zhang Dong raised his arm and quickly pulled the trigger, and at the same time, I took a step forward and approached in an instant.

Bang! The sound of gunfire echoed, and everything was settled. I grabbed Zhang Dong's neck with one hand, and the bullet hit my head.

Zhang Dong’s shooting skills were terrible, but unexpectedly, he was so accurate this time, the bullet went right through my forehead.

Suddenly, a cry of surprise sounded behind me, and Zhang Dong, whose neck I was pinching, also looked incredulous.

The wriggling of flesh and blood, the rapidly healing wounds, this scene must be so shocking to ordinary people.

"You...you...you bastard..."

I reached out and wiped the blood from my forehead, looked at Zhang Dong who was talking incoherently, and suddenly exerted force in my palm. The next moment, Zhang Dong's face instantly turned purple, his face swelled, and he looked like he was about to suffocate.

When he was about to suffocate, I threw him to the ground with a wave of my hand like throwing away garbage. Zhang Dong rolled on the ground for a few times, then stretched out his hands to cover his neck, gasping for breath, and temporarily lost the ability to move.

Several people who were supposed to be under Zhang Dong's command pulled out their guns, looked at me nervously, their arms trembling, but no one dared to shoot.

After seeing what happened just now, these people should understand that bullets have no effect on me.

I casually glanced at the men with guns, then turned around and faced the crowd.

What should I say at this time? I actually thought about what to say before, but when I stood here and looked at the people in front of me, I was speechless and couldn't say anything.

I looked around the crowd. Under the winter sun, these people were wearing thin clothes, had dark skin and were thin. Although they were surprised at my immortality, their eyes were still dead silent without a trace of light.

It can be seen that these people did not gather here voluntarily, but were forced by Zhang Dong to watch his performance.

A tired-looking woman was holding the hand of a boy who was no more than nine years old. Her and the boy's faces were red and rough from the cold, and they were shivering in the cold wind.

There was also a young man with his right trouser leg empty. He was leaning on crutches and trying hard to maintain a standing posture, but his eyes were a little dazed.

If they continue to stand in this cold wind, many of these people will become seriously ill.

I narrowed my eyes slightly. There was not a single old person in the crowd. Except for Zhang Dong's lackeys, everyone looked very thin, tired, and numb.

At this moment, one of Zhang Dong's men finally plucked up the courage and wanted to help Zhang Dong up. I looked at him, then raised my gun, aimed, and pulled the trigger.

The bullet instantly pierced through the man's head, but at the same time, it also scared Zhang Dong's other lackeys. They almost subconsciously ferociously raised their facial features, held their guns, and kept pulling the trigger at me.

boom! boom! boom!

Amid the fierce gunfire, countless bullets hit me, turning my body into a sieve, but I still remained standing, raised my pistol slowly, and fired one shot after another.

People kept falling down, but none of them was me. In just a few breaths, those lackeys who realized the situation dropped their pistols in horror and scattered in panic.

Instead of stopping them, I shot the fastest one in the head, then the second, the third, and the fourth.

When I aimed at the fifth person, their knees went weak and they fell to the ground, put their heads on the ground, raised their hands high, and made a gesture of surrender.

What? I can handle this kind of mob by myself, even if there is no internal strife.

Under the threat of death, no one, whether it was the common people or Zhang Dong's lackeys, dared to move a step. They could only watch as my body full of holes slowly healed and the bullets were squeezed out of my body one by one and fell to the ground.

"call……"

I slowly exhaled a breath of hot air and walked to Zhang Dong's side. Zhang Dong was still in a state of exhaustion and unable to move. I pointed my gun at Zhang Dong and asked the ordinary people not far away.

"Do you hate him?"

There was silence in the crowd and no one answered my question. I sighed and spoke slowly.

"You should hate him."

I was a little tired, and without caring whether the ground was clean or not, I sat cross-legged, looking at everyone, and suddenly asked a young man in the front row.

“Have you ever tried Coke?”

Hearing this, the young man was a little scared, but still answered honestly.

"Drink...drank."

I asked him again.

“Do you remember what it smelled like?”

Hearing this, the young man hesitated, his eyes became confused, and after a moment of stunned silence, he slowly replied.

"Can not remember."

Hearing this, I smiled and stopped making things difficult for the young man. Instead, I let out a long sigh, shifted my gaze to my feet, and spoke slowly.

"Yes, even though it's only been almost three years, we have almost forgotten what kind of life we ​​lived in the past."

"Someone once said, either get busy living or get busy dying."

"And the half-dead state is actually the most torturous."

I patted Zhang Dong's face with my hand, making a loud patting sound, looked at everyone, and said in a deep voice.

"You should hate him."

"He makes you live half-dead, not letting you die, but also not letting you live happily."

"Eating moldy, rotten canned food, wearing smelly, tattered clothes, living a lowly and humble life."

"You can think I'm being sentimental, but I don't want you to live like this."

"I want you to wear the right clothes, and the little kids to be able to read and write again."

“You don’t have to eat people, and you don’t have to worry about being eaten by others.”

"Being disabled is no longer a fault, and being old is no longer a burden."

"Of course, this process won't be smooth sailing. It will probably be much harder than it is now. There will be injuries and even death."

"But one day, when others ask you why you live so hard."

"You can answer it."

"For dignity."

Chapter 62: Being a Hero

"Dignity, I know. At this moment, the word sounds a little funny. It can't be seen or touched."

"Again, you should hate him."

I slowly stood up, looked at the silent people, and walked forward step by step, my voice gradually becoming heavy.

“Try to imagine, someday in the future.”

"You will die, they will chop off your limbs and boil you in a cauldron."

"Your children may be given a bowl of your broth, because they need fresh blood to squeeze."

"They will try to make your child forget you and turn him into a cannibal and murderer."

"The woman was reduced to a tool for sexual gratification, ravaged to death, and held down by a scumbag who might be her biological father."

"They are cannibalizing each other, slinging their weapons around, diseases are rampant, and they are going crazy as if tomorrow is the end of the world."

"When that time comes, you may understand what the dignity I mentioned is."

“We don’t have to live a decent life, but at least we have to live like a human being.”

"Now, I give you choice and dignity."

"Be busy living, or be busy dying."