Chapter 5 Let’s go, let’s rob!
Jun Mo looked at Ren Jing, whom he met on a narrow road, and was already considering the possibility of killing this man directly.
Now only a small number of psychics have advanced to the second level.
Ren Jing is one of them.
"We were the first to discover the supplies here!" Mo Hongxiao put his arm around Ren Jing and glared at Jun Mo fiercely, "You ugly freak, get out of here if you know what's best for you!"
Jun Mo didn't have much dealings with the people from S base in his previous life, but he had heard of Mo Hongxiao's arrogance and bullying.
It’s just that when he met these people in his previous life, he was already famous, so even Ren Jing had to bow his head when he saw him.
Not to mention the dodder that depends on Ren Jing.
If he remembered correctly, this dodder seemed to have tried to crawl over his bed and was then thrown out by him?
Jun Mo looked at the group of people in front of him calmly, his throat still hoarse from not speaking for a long time: "Can you swallow so much supplies?"
Ren Jing looked at the man in front of him calmly.
For some reason, he inexplicably felt a strong hostility towards this man, even though this was the first time they met.
"If you want supplies, that's not impossible. Join us and we can share these supplies." Ren Jing said.
Mo Hongxiao pulled Ren Jing's sleeve in surprise.
This guy looks like someone who is not someone to be trifled with. If he were to join, Ren Jing’s leadership position might be shaken!
Absolutely not!
"Brother Jing, I don't like him. Please don't let him join."
Jun Mo sneered.
"I didn't say I wanted to join."
"Don't take yourselves too seriously!"
As he spoke, Ren Jing didn't even see the man's movements. The man had already packed up a lot of supplies, filled up the entire backpack, and left in a leisurely manner.
"If waste weren't shameful, your grandpa wouldn't be able to fit so much supplies in there. You guys wouldn't even think about getting a single cent of my stuff!"
Ren Jing felt dazed for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, he only saw Jun Mo's leaving back. His pupils shrank involuntarily: "He turned out to be a rare psychic!"
Mo Hongxiao curled his lips nonchalantly: "So what if he's a psychic? He's alone and we're a group, and you're so powerful, Brother Jing, how could you not beat him!"
Ren Jing only glanced at Mo Hongxiao.
Mo Hongxiao is an ordinary person, so he doesn't know how big the level gap is.
If the other party had had murderous intentions just now, none of them would have survived.
This is the power of psychics.
What's even more terrifying is that as the only second-level psychic present, he didn't even realize the other party's ability level.
In other words, that man's ability level is higher than his.
In just one month, a third-level mutant has appeared?
Where are the zombies?
Since a third-level mutant has already appeared, will a third-level zombie also appear soon?
Ren Jing's guess was not without reason, but Jun Mo single-handedly reduced the probability of high-level zombies appearing in City N.
(He killed most of them before they even upgraded.)
Jun Mo fought zombies and upgraded along the way, and finally succeeded in getting rid of the Pharaoh's reborn makeup (mummy), and transformed into Scar Knight.
Then Scar Rider saw a black and gold mask that fit his face very well at a resource point, and transformed himself into Kamen Rider.
Turning around, he happened to meet Qiao Bai, who was out "purchasing" furniture.
Jun Mo: ...
Qiao Bai: Oh?
Jun Mo didn't move, and Qiao Bai didn't dare to move at first, but then he thought: That's not right, I am the Zombie King, and now is the beginning of the apocalypse!
Why should I be afraid of those rookie-like mutants?
They must be afraid of me!
Even ten years after the apocalypse, they might not be able to defeat me, let alone now!
So Qiao Bai raised his chin proudly and walked past Jun Mo with a swagger.
Then his arm was grabbed.
Qiao Bai: ...! (The cat's fur explodes)
“What are you doing!”
Jun Mo looked at the thin Qiao Bai with a complicated expression: "Have you not eaten enough recently?"
In just one month, I lost weight.
But, can zombies also lose weight?
Jun Mo, who had only raised one zombie, was a little confused.
Qiao Bai was stunned for a moment before he realized that the person opposite him was an acquaintance. However, he thought about it for a long time and still couldn't figure out who this person was.
So he had to ask honestly: "Do you know me?"
Jun Mo tightened his grip on Qiao Bai's hand slightly, lowered his eyes and whispered, "Amo..."
Qiao Bai didn't react: "...Xilin?"
Jun Mo: “…”
(Amoxicillin: peanuts for me, thanks.)
Qiao Bai suddenly remembered that he seemed to have saved a human being a month ago, whose name was Amo.
It's no wonder that he couldn't remember. The two of them talked for less than an hour in total, and the other person was covered in blood and lying down. How could he associate him with the masked man in front of him who was almost a head taller than him?
Logically speaking, Qiao Bai is not short. Although he is less than 180cm tall, he is at least 179cm tall barefoot. No one will say he is short if he walks on the street.
But he had to look up slightly before he could talk to the person in front of him.
Seeing that Qiao Bai didn't say anything, Jun Mo guessed that the little zombie had forgotten what happened before. He was about to bring it up again, but the little zombie suddenly stood on tiptoe and wrote out his height.
"How tall are you?" Qiao Bai asked.
Jun Mo subconsciously answered: "193."
Qiao Bai felt like the sky was falling.
He had met someone of this height before, and that was Jun Mo.
But Jun Mo either bent down slightly or sat upright in front of him, and he never felt that Jun Mo was taller than him.
Qiao Bai was a little angry and muttered quietly: "Why is he so tall? It's the highest..."
Jun Mo didn't expect Qiao Bai to think about the height issue, and he felt helpless: "Sorry, I'm injured and can't bend down for the time being."
"Alright," Qiao Bai waved his hand nonchalantly and turned away. "Now that we're done reminiscing, goodbye!"
Jun Mo: “…”
Qiao Bai took a few steps and turned around to see Jun Mo following closely behind him.
"Why are you following me?"
Jun Mo sighed: "I want to see what kind of life you have been living recently to starve yourself so thin."
Qiao Bai: “…”
Qiao Bai looked at Jun Mo as if he were an idiot, pinched his own waist, and reached out to Jun Mo, just about to righteously scold him for meddling in his affairs.
Then I discovered that the other person's waist was indeed thicker than mine.
“…” How embarrassing.
Qiao Bai pinched Jun Mo's waist, then pinched her own waist, and then pinched Jun Mo's again.
"...I seem to have lost weight." Lately he has been eating pre-prepared meals and fruits. Since the pre-prepared meals don't taste very good, he doesn't eat much.
But why are zombies thin?
He ate so much with Jun Mo before but he didn’t look fat?
Jun Mo pinched Qiao Bai's face with a bit of heartache (he was too familiar), and asked: "Have you not been eating well recently?"
Qiao Bai slapped Jun Mo's hand away, slumped down on the sofa behind him like a salted fish, and sighed.
"I can't cook, and I don't want to go to the Survivor League."
Jun Mo understood that the little zombie had been deceived by humans, so he was not very willing to trust humans now.
(You are human, too, thank you.)
"Where are you living now? I'll cook for you," Jun Mo said. "I was lucky today. I passed by a fresh food store with a frozen warehouse inside, and no one discovered it."
Qiao Bai's eyes lit up, and he immediately put all the furniture behind him into the space, then pulled Jun Mo's sleeve and said, "Let's go, let's go rob!"
Jun Mo: “…”
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