Apocalypse: I watch a survival game in a safe house

Zhang Yi leaned in the corner of the aisle, blocking himself with a blast shield.

The explosion was louder than he had imagined, and it hurt his eardrums.

But the power of the explosion did not reach here, only some dust fell on the wall.

Zhang Yi let out a long breath.

He held up the blast shield with all his strength, carried a loaded assault rifle in one hand, and walked step by step to the door of 1301.

After seeing the scene inside clearly, Zhang Yi's body relaxed.

These two grenades are very effective.

There were more than a dozen people lying in the room, and the furniture in the room was also knocked over, hitting some people and only half of it could be seen.

In the corner of the room, a man's face was covered in blood. He struggled for a long time but couldn't stand up. He just stared at Zhang Yi with extreme hatred.

"We have helped you so much, why...why are you going to kill us!!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, blood flowed out, but he continued to roar angrily.

He felt betrayed. They had helped Zhang Yi for so long, how could Zhang Yi just abandon him?

"You guys help me? I don't think so."

As Zhang Yi spoke, he raised the gun, pointed it at his head, and ended his life with one shot.

The neighbors are ridiculous. They still think they helped Zhang Yi.

If it weren't for Zhang Yi's protection, they would have died long ago.

Allowing them to survive until now is Zhang Yi’s greatest gift to them.

Zhang Yi raised his gun, aimed at every person or corpse on the ground, and shot them all in the forehead.

Sure enough, one of the people who was pretending to be dead couldn't stand it anymore, and got up yelling and wanted to fight Zhang Yi to the death.

But what greeted him was still a cold and ruthless bullet.

"boom!"

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"boom!"

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"boom!"

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Bullets were fired from the barrel of the carbine, the sound slow but powerful.

Every bullet will take away a life accurately.

Zhang Yi never wastes bullets, which are extremely precious in the apocalypse.

Five minutes later, Zhang Yi reloaded a bullet for each person.

During this period, some people cursed, some cried and begged, and some screamed in despair, but Zhang Yi was very fair and treated everyone equally without firing a single extra bullet.

"1, 2, 3, 4... 15, 16... huh?"

Zhang Yi frowned slightly and counted carefully again.

"The quantity doesn't seem right."

He had counted carefully before, and there were 18 living people in the unit, excluding his family and Uncle You's family.

If we remove Xu Hao, there should be 17 people left.

But now, after counting, there are only 16 people.

"Sure enough, there are still smart people out there. He realized I was going to kill him, so he didn't come over."

Zhang Yi smiled slightly, then stroked his chin and thought for a while.

"It seems...it's that guy."

Zhang Yi recalled that person, who seemed to be a salesperson from an agency.

"Really? Why are you struggling? Like you can survive!"

Zhang Yi sighed and raised the gun in his hand.

He began searching floor by floor.

Zhang Yi knew where the man lived, so the scope of the search was greatly narrowed.

An hour later, Zhang Yi found him in a kitchen cabinet.