Soon, all ten fingers of Brother Liu's hands were bloody and stuck to the floor. His eyes were wide open and red, tears and saliva were flowing everywhere, and he said tremblingly:
“I’m sorry… it hurts… ahhh…”
Alas, why bother? You said so!
Fang Ming grabbed him with one hand, and when Liu Ge's hand, which was sticky to the ground, was torn away, he let out another miserable cry.
Throw it downstairs! A few zombies that had been waiting anxiously finally got their chance to be fed and happily gathered around.
The little guy curled up into a ball and looked at Fang Ming in horror as he walked towards him step by step. The fear made him pee on the spot.
"I ask, you answer."
"Big Brother, don't kill me, I'll tell you everything!"
Wang Xiaoming wished he could eat up whatever pants he was wearing today.
"Where are you from and what are you doing here?"
"We are from the security team. Our team leader asked us to go to each building to notify and persuade every resident to bring all their supplies to the community compound at the entrance of the second alley. We have set up a shelter there to protect everyone's safety..."
Wang Xiaoming spoke as he looked at the claw hammer in Fang Ming's hand, which was still dripping with blood, and his voice trembled.
"Defense Corps? Where does this defense corps come from?" Fang Ming frowned. He had never heard of such an official organization.
“That was a group established by our boss, with the purpose of calling on everyone to fight the zombies together and overcome the difficulties together.” He said with his eyes lowered, not daring to look up.
"Who is your boss?"
"Uh...it's...Wu Dayong." He hesitated, and finally did not dare to hide it.
Fang Ming almost laughed out loud after hearing this.
Wu Dayong is a well-known hooligan in the urban village. He likes to bring three or five street urchins to play tricks on people in this area. Cheating, eating free meals, and molesting girls are common. He is always detained for a few days a month because of fighting. He is a gangster that the neighbors in this area avoid.
Fang Ming knew what kind of defense group he had formed. He smiled grimly and waved the claw hammer gently. "I want to know the details of your defense group, such as how you convinced these tenants, how many people are in your shelter now, and how the doors of each building are locked. How did you get in?"
Wang Xiaoming looked at the claw hammer reaching towards his face. The stench of blood made him feel extremely nauseous and scared. He knew that all the deceptive tactics he had used in his past were no longer useful.
Soon, Wang Xiaoming hid in the corner and confessed everything.
According to him, there are about a hundred people in the community compound now, including more than 20 thugs who obey Wu Dayong's orders, and the rest are tenants who were deceived by them.
Yes, that defense corps was not as good as they thought. The tenants went there with their families, and the children and the elderly who had no motivation were directly driven into a dark and narrow storage room, where they had to rely on a little bit of bran to maintain their vital signs every day. Everyone else was forced out by the thugs to scavenge for supplies or to defraud other tenants.
Only if you have achievements can you fill your stomach, but if you have nothing, your whole family will starve.
Women who were slightly pretty were often dragged out in the middle of the night, and when they came back they were often covered in wounds and had numb eyes.
If anyone showed any sign of resistance or made any remark of dissatisfaction, Wu Dayong would immediately gather everyone together and drag him and his family out from the crowd, letting everyone watch them being surrounded by zombies and eventually turning into a pile of bones.
This has happened twice in the shelter.
Of course, it's not like there aren't people who are prepared to fight him to the death, even if it means...
Fang Ming interrupted him and asked, "Is Wu Dayong good at fighting?"
"Of course he can fight!" Wang Xiaoming's voice became louder, as if with some kind of confidence, "Brother, you don't know, my boss must be a supernatural being in a novel. After the apocalypse, he grew to 1.9 meters tall, with muscles growing in lumps. He could smash the wooden table with one strong slap."
"Yesterday, a tenant's wife couldn't take it after being toyed with. She wanted to fight to the death with my boss. She poked her dick into my boss's shoulder and got stuck. Not a drop of blood was shed... In the end, the man was caught and fed to the zombies. He was in a terrible state. His wife went home and hanged herself after seeing it."
"That's awesome." Fang Ming said coldly. He felt itchy and wanted to compete with this guy.
"Brother!" Wang Xiaoming's eyes flashed, "I'll take you to our boss! Our boss really values talents. If you are such a good fighter, you will definitely catch our boss's eye."
"Like Brother Liu who was smashed to death by you, he has a magical lock-picking technique and is deeply trusted by our boss. He is indispensable for eating, playing and using things. It's so cool!"
Wang Xiaoming felt that there was a ray of hope after a dark period. He said goodbye to Brother Liu and welcomed Brother Xin!
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