The waste is going to strike back

The two of them didn't walk back very fast, just as leisurely as if they were taking an afternoon walk.

"Xiao Xin, what do you plan to do when you go to City B?" Yan Shaohui asked, looking at Mu Xin's handsome profile.

"What to do? I haven't thought about it carefully." Mu Xin looked up at the withered treetops not far away and said thoughtfully, "I should look for my uncle from the side branch first. After all, he is my only relative."

Yan Shaohui nodded in agreement, "Well, Uncle Lei must be very happy to see you."

Mu Lei's father and Mu Xin's grandfather are half-brothers. Mu Lei's father is an illegitimate child and was not valued by his family since he was a child, so he was forced to leave the family very early. But Mu Xin's grandfather cherished his brother very much and helped Mu Lei's father a lot without his parents knowing.

Later, when Grandpa Mu passed away, his will did not mention any property to be given to Mu Lei's father. It was Grandpa Mu Xin who resisted the opposition of his family and gave half of his inheritance to Mu Lei's father, including two properties in City B.

At that time, Mu Lei's family was living in extreme poverty. If it weren't for Grandpa Mu Xin who often helped them, they would have probably frozen to death on the streets.

Fortunately, Mu Lei's father did not forget his gratitude and always remembered the kindness of Grandpa Mu Xin. After he became successful in City B, he often contacted Grandpa Mu Xin's family who lived far away in City A.

When Mu Xin's grandfather passed away, he took Mu Lei, who was only sixteen years old, to pay homage to Mu Xin's grandfather.

However, the death of Grandpa Mu Xin also marked the beginning of the Mu family's decline.

Because since the generation of Mu Xin's father, no one has been able to fully comprehend the Mu family's mental method. Even Mu Xin's father, who was personally taught by Mu Xin's grandfather, could not understand the basis and essence of the mental method.

For ancient martial arts families, martial arts are flesh and blood, while mental principles are the soul.

Without passing on the secret method, ancient martial arts could not be continued. Mu Xin's father could only watch the Mu family go from bad to worse, and finally died with regret for not being able to revive the Mu family. Mu Xin's mother was also bedridden due to the death of her husband. Five months after Mu Xin's father's death, she also passed away, leaving behind Mu Xin, who had just turned eighteen years old at the time.

Although I knew in my previous life that Mu Lei revived the Mu family, carried forward the spirit of ancient martial arts, and continued to pass on ancient martial arts.

But when he was reborn, Mu Xin always wanted to meet this cousin. It would also fulfill the wish of his father, the son of whom he never met this brother whom his father always missed.

The two were chatting, and when they were almost at the place, they heard something unusual.

“Shaohui, listen.” Mu Xin stopped and listened carefully. With the sharp ears and eyesight unique to martial artists, he heard the sound of gunfire and the roar of zombies a hundred meters ahead.

The two voices overlapped together, making Mu Xin's heart tighten.

"It's broken!" "It's terrible!" Yan Shaohui and Mu Xin said in unison, their faces becoming involuntarily solemn.

The two men looked at each other tacitly, then carried their weapons and used light skills to move forward quickly.

On the other side, Ming Xiche and others had just moved back seven or eight boxes of supplies and were happy when suddenly a large wave of zombies rushed out from somewhere, rushing towards them with fangs and claws.

Ming Xiche reacted the fastest and quickly pulled out his pistol, "Everyone, pay attention! Emergency alert!"

As he spoke, he had already aimed at the zombie's head and started shooting.

Zhang Ting, Wang Jia and others finally reacted. They kicked the boxes of supplies to a corner not far away, and then everyone picked up their guns and started shooting.

Several people slowly gathered together, then formed a circle, and began to shoot outward with their guns pointed outward. This had the advantage that with their continuous shooting, they could resist the zombies attacking from all directions, thus forming a protective circle that the zombies could not get close to.

But what they were holding were guns after all, and the bullets in the gun chambers were limited.

In this way, when they run out of bullets, they have to stop shooting and reload, which can easily cause a gap in the originally intact protective circle, and there is a high possibility that zombies will take advantage of this gap and sneak in.

At the beginning, their situation was not bad, and they basically killed all the zombies that came. But somehow, there were more and more zombies, as if they were endless, and they would not stop until all their bullets were used up.

Gradually, Ming Xiche and the others began to find it difficult, especially Yue Le.

He was the weakest in the team except for Xiahou Shuo. The long-term nervous tension and mental concentration consumed a lot of his energy. In addition, the environment was too bloody, and the scene of brains spurting out and limbs flying everywhere was really nauseating, so he felt a little overwhelmed at this moment.

Wang Jia was afraid that Yue Le would faint, so he kept reminding him to cheer up.

Yue Le's face became paler and paler, and he almost couldn't stand. The wrist holding the pistol was shaking violently, as if the gun would fall from his hand in the next second.

"Spread out and distract their attention." Ming Xiche frowned. He now felt that Yue Le was a bit of a burden.

In order to prevent Yue Le from dragging down the entire team, Ming Xiche made a quick decision to have several people flee. Although this was unfair and even cruel to Yue Le, who was now powerless, as a leader, Ming Xiche still had to consider the entire team and could not ruin the entire team just to save Yue Le.

"Captain, you..." Yue Le's face was as pale as a ghost, his eyes full of disbelief, as if he had never expected Ming Xiche to give such an order so ruthlessly.

Zhang Ting, Wang Jia and Jia Renzhong were also shocked by this order. But Wang Jia was the first to react. He pulled Zhang Ting's sleeve and winked at him. Zhang Ting understood and quickly evacuated from Yue Le. Then he and Wang Jia rushed to an abandoned military vehicle not far away, intending to use the vehicle as cover.

Behind Yue Le was Wang Jia. When Wang Jia left, he lost his support and fell to the ground. He forced himself to raise his pistol and fired at the zombies approaching him. But he had lost his aim. His shaking wrist affected his accuracy. He could only shoot at the zombies' legs and arms. He didn't hit the vital parts at all. Instead, he angered the zombies who were already extremely eager for fresh life.

Looking at the zombies that were gradually surrounding him, and breathing in the strong smell of decay and blood, there was no moment when Yue Le felt such a clear fear of death.

"Ah...!!" At the last moment when the zombies rushed towards him, he roared like crying blood, like unwillingness, and like anger. But in the end, the sound of the zombies swallowing buried the roar of resentment.

Ming Xiche pulled the stunned Jia Renzhong, cut the zombies' heads with his gun, and ran with Jia Renzhong.

"Boss, isn't it too cruel to Yue Le by doing this?" Jia Renzhong strongly disagreed with Ming Xiche's abandonment of his teammates, and even felt a little disgusted.

He dodged a zombie's sharp claws that were grabbing at him while talking to Ming Xiche.

"Look at Yue Le's condition. He is very likely to faint due to exhaustion. If we still gather together, the result will be that there will be a big hole in the original protective circle, and those zombies will come in through that gap and eat us alive!" Ming Xiche said to Jia Renzhong with a clear mind.

He is indeed cruel and selfish, but so what?

In order to achieve his goal, he would do anything. The long-term development of the team is what Ming Xiche, as the captain, should think about the most. How could he let the whole team fall into a dead end for the sake of one team member?

What's more, Yue Le has been in the team for such a long time, and I have treated him well. Is there anything wrong with him giving his last bit of effort to the team?

Ming Xiche's as if-of-the-course look on his face said, "I'm not wrong," which made Jia Renzhong feel inexplicably chilled.

Ming Xiche is so cold and indifferent. Does it mean that if I encounter the same crisis as Yue Le in the future, he can abandon me for his own benefit?

Thinking of this, Jia Renzhong felt a chill going straight from the soles of his feet to his brain, making him tremble.