The end of the world is coming, and the family of three must be in order

Chapter 13

"Dad, get out of the way!"

Mo Wuze's pupils suddenly dilated, and there was undisguised panic in his tone. He was afraid that his fireball would not be able to save his father in time.

Where could Mo Biyi go in mid-air? The zombie on the other side also poked its head out.

Mo Biyi bit his lip. Even if he got stabbed in the foot, he would still move forward and return to his son.

Before Mo Biyi could take any action, his vision went dark and his body rose up alarmingly, as if he fell into a place like a furnace.

Mo Biyi tried hard to open his eyes. Was that little idiot Mo Wuzhe hit by the fireball?

"Put out the fire, take the lives, and clear out the zombies!"

"Yes! Captain!"

Mo Biyi recognized the owner of the voice and was extremely surprised. Only then did he realize that he was being held down. The furnace-like place was not somewhere else, but Lu Ce's arms! Didn't this guy leave in a helicopter? No, how did this guy know that he would appear here again?

Mo Wuze breathed a sigh of relief. How did these people get to the rooftop? It was really unnoticed by anyone.

The uneasiness just now disappeared without a trace the moment he saw Lu Ce hugging his father.

Mo Wuzhe had to admit that although he didn't want Lu Ce to be with his father, he was a powerful and safe presence in Lu Ce's heart.

The men in black uniforms moved very efficiently. Only one of them was left to put out the fire for the man surnamed Zhong, while the others held guns and shot people in the head one by one without hesitation. Soon the foul smell spread, and corpses fell to the ground in all directions.

"Captain! Clearance complete!"

"Well! You guys go to the next location first, I'll be there soon." Lu Ce replied with two light coughs.

The team member speaking to Lu Ce hesitated for a moment. "You've been traveling a lot with us today. Observing the zombie spread data should be enough. You have a fever. Why don't you rest for a while?"

Lu Ce nodded.

Mo Wuze saw the zombie corpses being gathered together, and the team members sprinkled kerosene on them, and soon the fire was raging.

Tsk, what a waste of kerosene. It would be much easier if you just asked me and lit the fire yourself.

The next second, those people left just like they came. They didn't know when so many ropes appeared around the house. They climbed the ropes, but before they reached the top floor, a plane as black as the night flew away.

There was another thing that made him want to complain, and Mo Biyi spoke up at the right time.

"Lu Ce, are you sick? How long are you going to hold me? Aren't your arms sore?" Mo Biyi complained softly.

Lu Ce then slowly let go of the man, pulled Mo Biyi's cheek, and a hint of anger suddenly appeared on his subordinate's originally indifferent face.

"Are you out of your mind? Why are you here so late at night?! Do you know how dangerous it was just now?! You don't know if I'm sick or not! I just have the strength to hold you for as long as I want, so ignore me!"

Mo Biyi was choked, but when he thought of that black-hearted Dean Zhong, who was a zombie again, he couldn't help but feel guilty, "You are the one with shit in your head, who knew these things would happen!"

Lu Ce pinched Mo Biyi's chin, "You don't know! You don't know why you ran to a remote place! You don't know that I received a call from your son saying that you were in danger, I..."

Mo Biyi was confused. A phone call? But didn't he make any calls just now?

Lu Ce stopped talking halfway and just stared at Mo Bi fiercely, as if he wanted to swallow him up.

Melon seeds fell from the top.

The two adults looked up with disgust.

Wen Nuo chewed on a melon seed shell and said, "Why aren't you talking anymore? Uncle Shuai, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Jinren knocked Wen Nuo on the head. "You don't understand this, then that uncle must have this uncle in his head, and he must be worried about his safety and rushed over!"

Wen Nuo nodded, "I see."

Lu Ce didn't feel embarrassed when the child called out his thoughts, so he just hooked Mo Biyi and slowly returned to the ground.

Mo Biyi was rarely moved.

Mo Wuze was speechless. Dad, can you put away that little bit of worthless emotion on your face?

"So which uncle has shit in his head? The handsome uncle called the pretty uncle a shithead, and the pretty uncle called the handsome uncle a shithead back. So the handsome uncle's head is all the pretty uncle's, and the pretty uncle is shit in his head, right?"

Wen Nuo's eyes, eager for an answer, met Lu Ce's. Lu Ce gave her a thumbs up and said, "Little friend, your analysis is correct!"

After these words were spoken, Mo Wuzhe gloated over the misfortune, and Mo Biyi gave Lu Ce a cold kick.

19 children were cramped in the small RV.

Mo Biyi looked out the window. "What are they doing? What are those two doing? Why haven't they come yet?"

Mo Wuze and Lu Ce folded their arms and looked coldly at Dean Zhong, who was tied to a pillar in the room, his body burnt black and his clothes torn in many places.

Mo Wuze pouted and looked at Lu Ce, "What if he escapes? Why not just deal with him? If it weren't for the accident, he really would have done something bad to my father. He even took out the kitchen knife and the hemp rope!!"

Lu Ce snorted lightly, "There were zombie attacks in many places tonight. Everyone is hiding at home to protect themselves. It's too late for anyone to save him!"

Mo Wu Ze was not very satisfied either. "Then why didn't you let me burn him to death or turn him into a zombie, and then you beat him to death and burn him?"

Lu Ce's eyes suddenly became sharp, "Your idea is very dangerous! But I understand that you are still young and don't understand what death is. Even if a person has made a big mistake, there is no reason for one person to directly kill another person! That would be a crime!"

People don't like being lectured. Mo Wuze curled his lips and said, "Then you guys are having fun killing zombies!"

Lu Ce continued with a stern face, "They have to be eliminated because they have no other choice. They will attack humans, and humans fight back in self-protection. It's not a crime."

Mo Wuze scoffed, "Humph, it's all your talk! You annoying adults! If he gets away and goes out to hurt others, I won't care!"

Mo Wuze walked out after he finished speaking.

Only Lu Ce and Dean Zhong were left in the room.

Seeing that the hostile little brat had finally left, Zhong begged Lu Ce:

"Please, let me go!! Let's add each other's contact information. From now on, if you or your family need any organs, I will deliver them to you for free anywhere in the world. You were right not to kill me!! If you had killed me, many important people would not let you go!"

Lu Ce pulled out a knife from his boot. "Oh? You're clearly an orphanage here? How come there's organ trafficking going on? What big shot wouldn't let me go?"

The man surnamed Zhong saw something was wrong and said, "You know about the Cheng family in Shangjiucheng, right?! Let me go! Give me a car! I will have the Cheng family give you a higher position!"

Lu Ce played with the knife in one hand and rubbed his chin with the other, with an intriguing expression on his face:

"Getting married! That's a pretty high position! I really need your introduction! Besides this, I just noticed you have a basement with white sheets and a room full of those dresses."

The man surnamed Zhong understood what Lu Ce meant immediately and started to wink at him, "You like this too? What age do you like?"

Lu Ce had a half-smile on his face, "How old is the youngest?"

"She's only 8 years old, very smart, and a lot of people like her, hehe!" Even though the guy named Zhong looked disheveled, he could still laugh, and he looked very obscene.

"I just saw that there is no one under 8 years old outside!" Lu Ce said casually.

"Of course not. If you let me go, I'll take you there. I have plenty of fresh and tender ones!"

The sound of military boots could be heard from inside the house.

Outside the door, Mo Bi, who was squatting, gradually clenched his hand into a fist. Mo Wuzhe looked worried. Although he didn't understand what the conversation meant, he thought that the low aura Mo Bi exuded was not a good thing.

Mo Wuze's fists gradually tightened. If Lu Ce dared to let him go... then he would set Lu Ce on fire...

(Lu Ce: Filial son, I've provoked you again...)