I sell Coke in the doomsday

Amidst the dense barrage of bullets, the jeep rushed towards the large supermarket in front of it at an extremely fast speed like an arrow.

boom! ! !

The jeep instantly crashed into the glass door, like a whirlwind of wind and rain, turning the people blocking the door into a pile of meat in an instant, and even smashed the counters and banners of the supermarket into pieces.

In the dark supermarket, the jeep was completely shut down, but due to inertia, it knocked over countless shelves and crashed heavily into the wall.

A cloud of dust suddenly fell from the wall and filled the air. The front of the jeep was embedded in the wall like a squeezed can, and its shape was completely deformed.

My head hit the steering wheel heavily. After hearing the sound of my skull almost completely shattered, the steering wheel also completed its mission with my blood.

"call……"

I was breathing heavily and looked back at Tongtong in the back row, only to find that she was sleeping soundly and didn't look like she was going to wake up at all.

It was a wonderful sleep like a baby.

I laughed at myself, picked up the pistol and the knife I carried with me, and dragged myself out of the deformed seat.

During this process, I had to cut off my right leg and shave off a large piece of flesh from my chest. The hidden dangers of the mimicry ability were too strong, and I didn't dare to use it at such a critical time.

Fortunately or unfortunately, the pain I can endure now is almost beyond the limits of human beings.

Bang! I fell to the ground like a dead dog, holding the pistol, gasping for breath, my body soaked with sweat.

Thanks to the stimulation of the previous continuous injuries, my immortal body was almost working to its limit. In just a few breaths, I stood up again. There were no wounds on my body except for a slight heat.

Step, step, step.

Light footsteps were heard, and someone had already walked into the dark supermarket.

I clenched my knife in my backhand and rushed forward in the darkness.

In the dark light, my vision adjusted quickly, but I still couldn't see anything very clearly.

I held my breath and listened quietly to the footsteps. Suddenly, a beam of light came on, illuminating some of the darkness.

Do these guys still have such a thing as flashlights?

Without any hesitation, I turned around and kicked a shelf, then quickly turned around, exerted force with my legs, and ran towards the direction of the flashlight.

The kicked-down shelves fell down one after another like dominoes. The man holding the flashlight was startled and the flashlight fell to the ground. He hurriedly took out his pistol and aimed it at the collapsed place. After the flashlight rolled on the ground, it illuminated the shadows of three people.

tread!tread!tread!

My footsteps were fast and heavy, which instantly attracted their attention. But when they looked over, I was only five steps away from them.

boom!

I suddenly lowered my head and the bullet whizzed past my face. I took a few steps forward, facing the pistol that was raised again, and stabbed the knife in my hand into the side of his head.

The knife instantly pierced the man's head, and a few more gunshots rang out. I suddenly twisted my waist, swung my right fist, and hit the other man's chin with a bang.

Hearing a crisp sound of bones, the other man didn't have time to shoot, but instead raised his fist to hit.

In the darkness, I dodged to the side and pushed the knife, which was about to break, completely into his chin from bottom to top.

Everything happened in a flash. In the end, the man didn't have a pistol, but was carrying a mountain axe. Before he could react, I had already pulled out the pistol and pulled the trigger at his head.

boom!

The brain exploded and scattered everywhere, and a corpse fell to the ground. I took a deep breath, squatted down, and picked up the axe.

However, at this moment, the man who was hit in the chin by my punch was lying on the ground, holding the gun with both hands, and pulling the trigger at me continuously.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

In an instant, bloody holes appeared all over my body. I lay down and threw the axe in my hand at the man's head.

The axe quickly drew a powerful arc in the air and landed accurately on the man's head, breaking his skull. The man trembled, but raised his gun to shoot at me again.

However, I had already grasped the gun again, pointed it at his forehead, and pulled the trigger again.

The spinning bullet instantly pierced through his forehead. Under the impact, his figure leaned back and finally fell to the ground, dead.

Before I could rest, I heard hurried footsteps coming from the door again. The people I killed were obviously just pioneers who were exploring the way, and the previous gunshots had already attracted the attention of those people outside.

More people are coming.

I sighed, walked to the body, stepped on the man's head with my right foot, and pulled out the axe.

In the dark environment, more flashlights appeared in the supermarket, illuminating everywhere.

I picked up the axe and slowly hid behind a shelf, looking at the lights and judging their position.

Step, step, step.

There was a sound of footsteps approaching me quickly and the lights were getting brighter and brighter. I held my breath, but my body was no longer so tense. I silently estimated the distance between these people and me.

Seven steps, five steps, three steps, one step.

At this moment, I stepped out from the hidden shelf and bumped into someone. I held the axe in both hands and broke the man's neck with one axe, cutting off his head directly.

The pale head rolled to my feet in an instant, but no blood flowed out. I turned my wrist, swung the axe with one hand, and quickly split the other person's head from bottom to top.

This was a three-person team, and before I could see the man's face clearly, gunshots suddenly rang out.

Immediately, a powerful thrust caused my body to fly backwards in an instant. My chest was torn apart and a hole was blown out. Many shrapnel were embedded in my internal organs.

It's a shotgun, good stuff.

I sighed in my heart, and then I heard a voice shouting quickly.

"Here he is, I hit him!!"

The man shouted nervously and walked towards me quickly with a shotgun in hand. He seemed to be unsure of his shooting skills. The moment he took a step forward, my right hand swung out again.

At the same time, the man fired again, and countless shrapnel blew off my left arm again, but the axe also landed accurately on his neck.

I quickly stood up, kicked the man, then pulled out my axe and chopped it off at the man's head.

Snap! The axe chopped off the man's head, and white brain matter stained the axe blade.

In the previous fight, these people's vitality was extremely strong, and it was impossible to cause fatal harm without destroying their brains.

I think I know what they are.

The loud shout just now attracted the sound of footsteps again. Without any hesitation, I threw away the axe and picked up the shotgun instead.

I kicked the flashlight away, held the shotgun in both hands, and walked towards a place leisurely. The moment I turned around the shelf, I bumped into another group of three people.

boom!

I pulled the trigger expressionlessly. The enormous power of the shotgun instantly blew the two men's heads into pieces. As flesh splattered, I pulled the trigger again.

Finally, the man's head exploded. I stepped over and checked. Sure enough, every three-person team had a shotgun.

Instead of removing the ammunition from the shotgun, I tore off the clothes of a corpse, wrapped the cloth around the shotgun, and hung it on my back.

My memories of playing games back then tell me that changing magazines is never as fast as changing guns.

After I put the shotgun on my back, I walked through the darkness again, shooting, killing people, and getting the gun.

These people are even more clumsy than I thought. Although they know how to shoot, their reaction ability is extremely poor and their mentality is also very bad.

Soon, the five three-person groups that entered the supermarket were all killed by my gun.

I found a box of cigarettes and a lighter from the shelf near the door, then sat casually on the corpse, lit the cigarette, and quietly waited for the next group of people to come and die.

Nicotine successfully restored some of my energy and relieved my fatigue.

What surprised me was that the group of guys outside didn’t send anyone in.

Chapter 161: City of Demons (IV)

Outside the supermarket, several black cars gathered at the door. Five pale-skinned people frowned and looked at the dark entrance, looking as if they had a headache.

Among the five people, three were men, two were women, and the leader was a white-haired old man.

"Should we send more people in?"

A young man among the five asked the old man, and the old man frowned, shook his head, and spoke in a hoarse voice.

"The guy inside is much more difficult to deal with than I expected. Sending more people in will only lead to their deaths."

"We don't train many shooters, so he's not worth wasting."

At this time, a young woman also came over, a hint of ruthlessness flashed between her eyebrows, and said to the old man.

"In this case, we might as well do it once and for all."

"If you burn down this whole building, I don't believe he can survive."

Hearing this, the old man hesitated for a moment, then sighed.

"No, there are a lot of livestock supplies in large supermarkets like this one in the city. If one is burned, there will be one less."

"And unfortunately, those despicable guys are imprisoned in the basement. If they escape, we may not be able to stop them."

"No matter how you think about it, the gain is not worth the loss."

Hearing this, the remaining four people looked at each other, somewhat at a loss. They couldn't kill him, and they couldn't burn him. So were they just going to let the person inside continue to live?

After pondering for a moment, the old man waved his hand and spoke to the other four people.

"Hasn't the leader already entered the city?"

"Let's go discuss it with him. Even if we really want to burn this place down, we need his consent."

Hearing this, the other four people breathed a sigh of relief at the same time and nodded in agreement.

"That's true. Now that the leader has entered the city, we can't do anything unnecessary."

"This is against the rules."

During their conversation, all five of them revealed their fear of the leader and did not dare to show any intention of resistance.

After making the decision, the old man told the man with a gun to guard the exit, and then he and the other four people got into their cars and left.

The old man sat in the back seat of a black car, looking through the window at the street where the fight had taken place before. He looked at the two cars emitting black smoke, frowned slightly, and spoke softly.

"Are there still such powerful humans in this world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the driver sitting in the driving seat interrupted and spoke in a low voice.

"Boss, this man is very decisive."

"From the moment he accelerated the car, he didn't hesitate at all, and didn't care whether it was a dead end or not, he just rushed forward."

"And he's not bad with a shot. He's a very dangerous man."

The old man smiled, crossed his legs, nodded slightly, and said in agreement.

"The fact that he was able to rise to this position from under the leader's command already proves that this guy is extraordinary."

"I won't underestimate him."

After hearing the title of leader, the driver turned around, revealing a face covered with flesh and scars, and asked softly.

"The leader is back?"

The old man nodded and said calmly.

"The leader came back an hour ago. He told us to be prepared. If a black jeep enters the city, we should kill them on the spot without leaving any alive."

The driver's eyes flashed, he grinned, turned his head again and spoke softly.

"So, the day of the year has finally arrived."

“No one knows how long we’ve been waiting.”

Hearing this, the old man smiled a little more and his expression became gentle. He tapped his leg lightly with his fingers and spoke slowly.

“Sometimes, I have to sigh.”

"What the leader asked us to do can perhaps be called great."

The driver, with a face full of flesh, chuckled softly when he heard this. His chuckle was gentle, and he seemed to agree with what the old man said. However, from an angle that the old man could not see, a hint of disdain flashed across the driver's face.

If this kind of thing can be considered great, then the world would be full of saints.

It's just a hypocritical statement. Isn't it all for one's own benefit? But after saying it so many times, these people actually believed it.

It's ridiculous.

The driver thought with disdain in his heart, but agreed with a smile.