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His prosthetic limb and left arm are now stained with blood, his eyes are still staring at the dead, his scorching sight is comparable to laser light.But the old worker did not indulge in revenge.Suo Zhongwu was a few steps away, and he turned his gaze around.

"Thank you, young man." The black old man threw his rusty prosthetic limbs to the ground, so tired that he held his waist with his left hand, and took two steps back:

"If you didn't show up today, we would have been bullied by Isaac all the time. Thank you, although we can't get any gifts."

"It's okay, just do me a little favor." Suo Zhongwu nodded to the old worker, kicked the "Red Six" and turned over:

"As for how to help, I have to think carefully. By the way, uncle, get people together first, tell them not to panic, and don't be afraid to hear gunshots."

"I am honored to be of service to you." The old black man wiped off the big greasy sweat from his forehead, his chaotic eyes gradually became clear, and his face also showed a puzzled expression:

"But what's the matter with the gunshots? It's not that there are no enemies anymore-wait, young man, what are you doing suddenly with your gun?"

"Kill him again." Suo Zhongwu shrugged, then raised the starting point 45 chrome pistol in his left hand, and pointed twice at the "Red Six" on the ground:

"Go ahead, uncle. If there is a trampling in a while, it's really worthless."

Half a minute later, the 22 unemployed who were still there stood obediently close to the wall, and no one protested loudly.Suo Zhongwu was very satisfied with this. He first nodded to thank the old volunteer worker, then pointed his middle finger to the food truck, and finally aimed at the center of the "Red Six" butt, "Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang Bang" Finished the magazine in one breath.

The dead will not cry pain, let alone ask questions.But living people are different.After the gunshot, the dozen or so unemployed who had just beaten the "Red Six" all turned their eyes to Suo Zhongwu, especially the black old man who had contributed the most.Although they did not speak, their eyes had conveyed enough information and they did not need language assistance at all:

7 bullets were wasted for nothing, are you free?

Suo Zhongwu immediately responded to these people's questions."Just now, I thought about everything." He blew away the last ray of heat from the muzzle, and then, like a superhero, spun the empty gun "drivingly":

"I beg you to do me a favor. After the city police arrived, I told them that I killed all these people, and my temperament was very cruel. I not only committed mass murders but also deliberately insulted the corpses, and stole them by the way... that What, I can take three meals. It seemed that three people were running away just now?"

"What are you talking about!" The Latin girl who sobbed before rushed out of the crowd very excitedly, her crying red eyes like peaches, her hands clenched into fists on her chest:

"You are a hero, I thank you, and we all thank you! How could we put the blame on you, pretending that we don't know anything? No one here calls the police, and even if the slip comes, we are not afraid of them!"

"The situation is different from what you think. I'm not that noble." Suo Zhongwu shook his head and turned to face the unemployed worker with rusty prosthetic hands:

"Uncle, you should understand what I mean? Help me persuade everyone, I'm still waiting to clean up the spoils."

"To be honest, I don't understand what you mean." The old black man folded his arms to his chest, and tightly covered his severed limb with his left hand.He looked at Suo Zhongwu, his eyes full of appreciation, and his wrinkled face showed a smile for the first time:

"But I know that you are more capable than us, and I am sure you are right. Just to help spread a message? Surely we have to prepare for the supply? Just ask, we do our best to help!"

Now that the words have reached this point, Suo Zhongwu is no longer polite.He immediately borrowed a zipped rucksack from the part-time scavenger, and loaded all the chrome-plated pistols, No. 4 shotguns, and the collected ammunition into them like wheat.After finishing all these tasks, he asked the old rusty man, the sobbing girl, and two other unemployed people to help. Not only did he drew the Rye Port expedition map, but he also wrote down the local gang distribution, from the sphere of influence to the nickname of the boss. All the necessary information is available.

During this period, the other unemployed did not wait.Although they have no strengths, they tried their best to provide help. Many people actively contributed meals and piled up a pungent hill beside Suo Zhongwu; a blond, blue-eyed but scrawny former athlete even put on I took off the blanket I was wearing, and I had to put it in the arms of "Mr. Hero".

Suo Zhongwu was very grateful for this, and at the same time refused all gifts.Because he neither lacked clothes nor needed supplies, what he wanted from the four dead men was just expropriation.

He took Isaac's breastplate and armor skirt, and took away the knee brace from the hard shell, and took the entire MRE ration; Suo Zhongwu, the relic of "Didi", did not move, and he searched for women. Thinking about it makes people feel uneasy; however, the "Red Six" does not have this kind of treatment. His helmet and carbines are intact, and the blood can be used normally. How can the sliver be transported in vain.

"There is no gun, no cannon, the enemy made it for us." This is a fine tradition left by the martyrs and cannot easily be lost.Within a few minutes, Suo Zhongwu put on the spoils and became fully armed again.He is now covered with bulletproof armor from head to toe, semi-automatic carbine with 40 rounds of magazines, and "Assault Fist", the expensive personal radio station of Isaac, is extremely conspicuously hung on his chest, even though the former owner does not know how to use it. , Basically, I haven't turned on the machine.

The first costless business, even if it's all done here."Thank you all." He nodded in satisfaction, turned around and said to the old man:

"I have to catch the next order, and I must leave right away. I'm bothering you all about spreading the message-oh yes, there is one more thing, can I remove the tape on the unmanned vehicle? When I leave later, I plan to ask it to take a close-up."

"I think it's better to be more cautious." The black old man looked at the unmanned food truck worriedly with the disposable dinner plate."Young man, you are indeed a deadly warrior, but no matter how good you are, you can't show up all day. I don't know where you plan to go next, but you must be careful. There are also the federal agents in Washington. They are. The nose is better than the dog Turin!"

"Thank you." Suo Zhongwu shrugged and turned his attention to the unmanned vehicle.The Baisheng Group’s property is now covered with silver tape everywhere, with chewing gum glued in several places, which makes it disgusting to look wet.Since the car body was not physically damaged and could not meet the alarm standards, the artificial intelligence could not do anything about it, and had to play "Warning, do not approach, warning, do not approach" in vain, which is not much better than a complaining woman.