Chapter 74 Zhou Juxiang, died!

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 "Pfft."

  Zhao Dalong was kicked by Lou Shuting and fell down.

  Lou Shuting pulled out her machete, and blood dripped from the tip of the knife, forming a pool of blood on the floor.

  After doing this, she raised her head and looked at Zhou Juxiang in the living room with sharp eyes.

  Zhou Juxiang happened to meet Lou Shuting's eyes at this moment.

  She only felt that Lou Shuting's eyes were full of murderous intent, and she suddenly felt like she was being targeted by death.

  Zhou Juxiang felt a strong sense of fear in her heart. Her feet gave way and she collapsed to the ground.

  At this time, he happened to see Zhao Dalong who was still on the ground, and he became even more frightened.

  A stream of yellow soup immediately flowed out from her lower body, and for a while, the entire living room was filled with a strong smell.

  "What a damn bad luck!"

  Yang Kewei pinched his nose, frowned, picked up the machete impatiently and strode towards Zhou Juxiang.

  "Ahhhh!!! I have no grievances with you...why...why do you want to kill someone!!"

  Zhou Juxiang collapsed to the ground. Seeing Yang Kewei coming with the knife, she was so scared that she burst into tears. A howl like a killing pig came from his mouth.

  He picked up the bones at hand and threw them at Yang Kewei.

  "You aunts, it was a public nuisance before the apocalypse, and it will still be a public nuisance after the apocalypse, and you still have the nerve to say that there is no grievance or enmity!"

  "What the hell!"

  Yang Kewei was annoyed by being thrown away, and rushed to Zhou Juxiang and kicked him On Zhou Juxiang's face.

  "Ah!!"

  Zhou Juxiang is middle-aged and has a skinny figure. After being kicked violently by Yang Kewei, she flew two meters away.

  Zhou Juxiang felt that her eyes were black, her brain was confused, her nose was crooked, and blood was pouring into her eyes.

  Before Zhou Juxiang could recover, Yang Kewei came forward again and stepped hard on Zhou Juxiang's stomach.

  "Ah!!"

  Zhou Juxiang screamed in pain again, as miserable as a pig being killed.

  "The last time my dad flew on a plane, he was killed by you aunties!"

  "Damn it, you threw coins on the engine for the first time on a plane. Do you think you did such a cerebral palsy thing to pray for peace?!!"

  " Then the plane crashed and my dad died. The aunt on the Internet also commented that the aunt who threw coins was so old, what did she know?"

  Yang Kewei's anger grew even more when he thought of his father who was killed by the aunt. , put more force on your feet.

  Zhou Juxiang spurted out a mouthful of blood, and her eyes bulged.

  "Then I'm really fucked. A naughty child does bad things. What do you think a kid at such a young age knows?" "A

  aunt does bad things. What do you think an aunt at such an old age knows?"

  "If a person makes a mistake and kills someone, as long as The younger and the older have the privilege of mitigating punishment, right?"

  "Just hit the young man in the middle with a fucking punch, right?"

  "You still have no grievances! I will let you have no grievances!"

  Yang Kewei was extremely emotional, as if he had vented all the grievances he had suffered before the end of the world at this moment.

  One step after another, Zhou Juxiang was kicked to death.

  Then he raised the knife and cut off Zhou Juxiang's head.

  The other survivors behind him saw that Yang Kewei was a little out of control, and no one stepped forward to stop him.

  Because most of them are young people, they can naturally find a deep sense of identity in Yang Kewei's words.

  Why don't they want to kill these people who have received sick privileges?

  Lou Shuting walked towards the kitchen with a touch of curiosity at this time.

  When he came to the kitchen, he saw an extremely bloody scene.

  There was almost no area in the entire kitchen that was not stained with blood.

  The floor was covered with bones, scraps of meat, and large pieces of limbs were placed on the chopping board.

  In the pool beside him, there was a severed head.

  After Lou Shuting's rough identification, the face of this head was very similar to Meng Zhe.

  Thinking about it, Meng Zhe must have suffered inhuman torture from Zhou Juxiang and Zhao Dalong before his death.

  She then thought about it, zombies ate everyone they saw in order to satisfy their appetite.

  Those like Zhou Juxiang and Zhao Dalong, no matter whether they were alive or dead, would eat everyone they saw.

  So what's the difference between them and zombies?

  ...

  Soon, the clearing operation in Building 13 came to a perfect end.

  The group of people climbed to the 23rd floor again and came to Lin Chen.

  "Brother Chen, are you doing this...isn't it too cruel?"

  "I don't think they are all bad people. They are all trying to survive, so you won't let them die, right?"

  At this time, among the survivors in the 6th building , a woman who looked about thirty years old came out.

  With a trace of disgust in her eyes, she looked at Lin Chen who was sitting on the sofa and looking at his mobile phone.

  After Lin Chen heard this, he glanced at the machete in the woman's hand.

  I found there wasn't any blood on it.

  And her clothes are much cleaner than others.

  On the other hand, other people's hands, bodies, and faces were almost all splattered with blood, let alone the knives in their hands.

  Lou Shuting, who is also a woman, has even more blood on her body than Yang Kewei at this moment.

  Seeing this, Lin Chen couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic sneer.

  "Tsk, you bitch of the Holy Mother of the End of the World."

  After saying that, he picked up the rifle at hand, got up and walked slowly towards the woman.

  Lin Chen first ordered the woman to take off her body armor, and then asked questions.

  "Did you just say that I was cruel?"

  "Then have you ever thought about it, if they really broke into my house, would I still be alive today?"

  "Have you ever thought about it, if Cao Ben didn't kill the neighbor across the door? , can he survive until now?"

  Lin Chen said as the muzzle of the gun was already pressed against the woman's right chest and heart.

  Although the woman was very scared, she was still very tough on her words.

  Facing Lin Chen's questioning, she gritted her teeth and insisted on speaking out her thoughts:

  "But, with so many people targeting you, don't you have any problems at all?"

  "Bang!"

  Lin Chen pulled the trigger. , the bullet entered the woman's chest and exploded from her back.

  The white wall behind him was splattered with a woman's flesh and blood.

  Lin Chen continued to shoot the woman in the head to prevent the woman from turning into a zombie.

  "Tsk, it's really unlucky. This house is dirty again."

  Lin Chen looked at the blood stains all over the wall and couldn't help but feel a little regret for his action of shooting just now.

  He should have just had this woman thrown from the 23rd floor.

  At least this way I don't have to dirty the house.

  "Does anyone else think my behavior is cruel?"

  Lin Chen turned to look at the other cannon fodder, who shook their heads repeatedly.

  "I used to take the high-speed train to eat instant noodles, and my aunt scolded me for an hour and was slapped. In the end, she didn't get any punishment." "

  To be honest, if Yang Kewei hadn't rushed so hard just now, I would have wanted to go up and kill that person first. Zhou Juxiang killed me."

  "Me too! When I ran a restaurant, an aunt ate a meal and bit me, but there was no punishment in the end." "

  It wasn't just the aunt, other people in this building also did the same thing. Disgusting things, they deserve to die!" Biquge

  "Yes, they all deserve to die!"

  For a moment, everyone began to talk about the injustice they suffered before the end of the world.

  In order to agree with Lin Chen's decision.

  I heard the cannon fodder speak enthusiastically and express their agreement.

  Lin Chen nodded with satisfaction.

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