I sell Coke in the doomsday

Not enough, not enough.

I raised the hammer again and hammered at the nail, again and again. I only breathed a sigh of relief when the nail had completely pierced the man's throat.

How many of these people are there?

Ten, or eleven?

As I was thinking, I bent down and searched the bodies of the two men, and finally found two pistols.

Each pistol has five bullets in its magazine, which is very stingy.

"call……"

Take a deep breath, take a deep breath. I have seen many small scenes like this. There is nothing to be nervous about.

Thinking of this, I slowly pushed the door open, holding a pistol in each hand.

The door slowly opened, revealing the people in the living room. Those guys were still rummaging through my things and didn't notice me at all. They just thought it was those two little brothers who came out.

I raised my hands expressionlessly and casually aimed the gun at the two closest people.

Since there is nothing to say, I will wish you all a happy new year and set off a string of firecrackers with only ten bangs.

boom!boom!

The trigger was pulled, and a sharp gunshot suddenly rang out. Two bullets flew out straight, each piercing through a person's skull, bringing out a white sticky substance.

When the other guys heard the gunshot, they hid behind the sofa in fear, then hurriedly pulled out their guns and shot at me.

boom!boom!boom!boom!

Bullets flew around the living room, shattering my glass, my door, and my coffee table.

But I acted as if nothing had happened, facing the bullets, aiming at my favorite sofa, and pulling the trigger again and again.

The sofa can't block bullets, but it can block my view and hide their figures.

It seemed that both the enemy and myself were short of firepower. After I fired eight bullets, the person behind the sofa also stopped shooting.

I think they don't think they can use their numerical advantage and win in hand-to-hand combat to save scarce bullets.

As this thought flashed through my mind, four men suddenly emerged from behind the sofa and pounced on me viciously.

How stupid.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, turned sideways, and made no intention of retreating, while my right hand quietly took out a dagger.

At this time, the fastest and strongest man had already rushed over, waving his fist and hitting my head hard.

I quickly lowered my body, took a step forward, and approached him. Holding the dagger in my right hand, I stabbed him hard in the chin.

Puff! Gentle blood instantly fell on my face. I drew my sword and retreated, dodging the fists of the other two, then stood still.

The sturdy man was pale, holding his chin, staring at me blankly, then his body swayed and fell into the dust.

It was not until then that I saw clearly that the burly man was the leader with a face full of flesh.

I couldn't help but feel regretful and whispered to myself in a self-blaming tone.

"What a pity that you died so easily."

Chapter 44: Sound of Flowing Spring

Before I knew it, killing had become a trivial matter to me.

When did this start?

I gripped the dagger tightly, staring at the remaining three people, moving slowly, while the three people were breathing heavily, looking confused and uncertain.

At this time, as I moved slowly, there was a rotten coffee table between the three people and me. In the quiet room, the only sound was our heavy breathing.

Does anyone like killing people?

Suddenly, the three men who had been hesitating for a long time suddenly drew their guns, as if they were frightened by the way I had quickly killed their leader before, and no longer cared about the problem of bullets.

The moment they drew their guns, I suddenly stepped onto the tattered coffee table, holding the dagger, jumped high, and pounced on the person closest to me.

boom! boom! boom!

Amid the deafening gunshot, a bullet pierced my head, and my dagger stabbed into the man's neck.

The bullet seemed to mess up my brain, making my thoughts instantly confused and my eyes blurry.

But it was only a brief moment before I regained consciousness. I turned to the side, using the man's body as a shield to block the bullets coming from the side, while the dagger stabbed the man's neck randomly.

This time, the position I chose was not very good. I was right in the middle of the three men. When I stabbed the man's neck with a dagger, the man next to me hurriedly picked up a pistol, pointed it at my head, and pulled the trigger repeatedly.

boom!boom!

The pain that penetrated deep into my bones made my face turn pale and my hands slowed down a bit. Before he was about to shoot, I turned quickly, stretched out my left hand and grabbed his arm holding the gun.

I gritted my teeth, took a step forward, and smashed down with my elbow, hitting the man's arm joint hard.

"Kacha!" With a crisp sound, the man's face turned pale and he screamed loudly. I turned around quickly. The other man had run out of bullets and could only rush towards me with a fist.

A punch came straight at me, I turned my head slightly to avoid it, clenched my right hand into a fist, and as if spinning, it exploded in the man's face with my anger.

Bang! After one punch, the man staggered back, but I pressed on, punching him faster and faster, hitting his face and ribs.

After a few punches, I hit the man's nose bridge hard. The man paused and fell straight down, unconscious.

I gasped for breath, turned around and looked at the man whose joints I had broken. The man had already fallen to the ground, covering his arm with one hand, screaming and begging for mercy.

"No! I was wrong! I was wrong! Forgive me."

I turned a deaf ear to the man's cries for mercy. I just squatted down and searched for something among the corpses.

The bullet embedded in my flesh was pushed out of my body by the rapidly growing flesh.

My palm brushed across the ground, stained with blood, and I felt a little uncomfortable. Finally, I felt a pistol among the corpses on the ground.

Eject the magazine, but luckily there are still two bullets left.

I loaded the clip back into the pistol and without even looking at it, pointed it at the man who was still begging for mercy.

Bang! After a gunshot, a spot of blood appeared, and then there was another body.

I didn't look at the man's body. I just casually wiped my bloody palms on the sofa and then climbed over the sofa.

Behind the sofa, Ling Feifei sat on the ground with a look of pain, pressing her legs with both hands. Her legs had been shot and large amounts of blood were flowing out.

It seems that when I shot at the sofa before, I accidentally hit her leg, which is why she didn't go out before.

I touched the gun in my hand and thought about it again and again, but it was still the same question.

Does anyone like killing people?

I think there must be some, but I am not one of them. Killing people does not bring any pleasure to me.

In the past, when I was on the brink of a mental breakdown, I might have become addicted to the thrill of killing.

But unfortunately, now I am neither crazy nor stupid.

When Ling Feifei saw me, her expression immediately became terrified. She covered her wound and begged bitterly.

"Don't kill me, I'll do anything."

"Really, really, I'll do anything."

I raised the gun and aimed at her head, my expression suddenly became complicated, and I spoke in a low voice.

"I saved your life, isn't it too much to say thank you?"

Ling Feifei breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, as if she saw a chance to survive. She nodded repeatedly and said.

"Thank you, thank you for saving my life."

I smiled when I heard that, the frown finally disappeared, and I gently pressed the trigger.

"You're welcome."

boom!

After the dull sound of gunfire, I threw the pistol without bullets on the ground, turned over the sofa again, and slowly sat down on the sofa that was tattered by bullets among the corpses.

Revenge? Yes, revenge.

In fact, when I was nailed to the cross before, I thought about torturing Ling Feifei.

But when the time really came, looking at Ling Feifei begging desperately, I no longer had the interest to torture her.

Killing and torturing are not my interests. Torturing Ling Feifei does not give me any pleasure. Instead, it makes me feel like it is a waste of time.

This kind of clean and tidy ending is what I like, so now I can feel relieved.

At least, that's how it should be.

I sat on the sofa, but my fists clenched tighter and tighter. Suddenly, I clenched my fists and hammered them hard on the broken coffee table.

Bang! There were sharp wooden thorns on the broken coffee table, which instantly pierced my flesh, and blood dripped onto the ground.

But my face turned red and veins bulged on my forehead.

I think this kind of thing is not uncommon. When we are in the midst of some bad things, we don’t feel very angry, but after things are over, we will become more and more angry and more and more unwilling to accept it.

"I just want to save someone! Save someone!"

I stood up and kicked the broken coffee table again and again, growling hoarsely like a wounded beast.

"Fuck! Fuck!"

"I owe you something!!!"

"Come on! Kill me! Kill me again!!!"

In my rage, my vocabulary was extremely limited and I could only shout out some swear words.

I didn't punch or kick the corpses, even though I had done that before. But now I understood a simple truth.

When a person dies, he is dead. Everything is gone, empty and void. There is no soul and no afterlife.

A corpse cannot feel pain, let alone anger.

Only flies would circle around the corpse.

Beating corpses only makes me feel empty and stupid. The so-called grinding bones and scattering ashes is just a means of deceiving myself.

After a long time, I lay on the ground in frustration, like a naughty child who had had enough of the trouble, lying in the blood.

Ah, my sick brain is punishing myself again.

I felt extremely tired and also extremely stupid. I lay on a corpse and didn't want to move anymore.

There was a comfortable sofa right next to me, but I just lay there.

Well, don't be too hard on me, I'm about to go crazy.

Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open. I looked up weakly and saw Tongtong walking towards me slowly.

What was my first thought at that time? To close my eyes.

I know what will happen next. Tongtong, a zombie, will eat all the human corpses in the room like a wild beast.

I was exhausted and didn't want to watch this scene. I also didn't have the strength to stop anything. I could only close my eyes and pretend not to see it.

I naively thought that since I didn't see it, I could just pretend it didn't exist, as if it had never happened.

And just after I closed my eyes for a long time, I did not hear the sound of Tongtong gnawing on flesh. Instead, I felt a warm body leaning gently on me.

My body trembled and I opened my eyes in disbelief, only to see Tongtong snuggling in my arms.

Tongtong ignored the blood and flesh in the room and chose me who looked very depressed.

"Uh."

A barely audible sound came from Tongtong's small mouth, as if she was comforting me, and she held me in her arms.

There was a roar in my ears, like an avalanche sweeping down from a snowy peak, making a rumbling sound, but at the end, it suddenly stopped, turned into a stream, and flowed into my heart.

The clear spring flows.

The blood still gave off a foul smell and the living room was still a mess, but my distress and anger gradually dissipated.

Hugging someone amidst the corpses.

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