Chapter 1110 The Third Carriage
After enough joking, the man slowly put away the smile on his lips and said lightly,
“They won’t necessarily be lagging behind.”
Song Boru, who was just immersed in some unpleasant mood, looked up in surprise. Zhou Er couldn't help but turn his head to look at him, but he could only see Ye Ku's still nonchalant profile - he seemed to be like this all the time.
"They are all good at fighting,"
Ye Ku held up the car window and said,
"Wait until we're sure they'll be lagging behind, then we'll try to find another team to put them on."
Hearing this, both Song Boru and Zhou Er breathed a sigh of relief.
No matter how nonchalant he appears, Ye Ku is ultimately the brains of the West District. Beneath his flowery exterior lies a core that is colder and more ruthless than anyone else, and this will never change.
Neither Zhou Er nor Song Boru seemed to care at all about the phrase "not simple skills"—even if they were not simple, could they be better than them? At most, they were just fancy moves, and no matter how you looked at it, they would definitely be a drag. So in the end, they were just handed over to the next team intact.
As for the dangers the two might encounter later - that was not their concern.
After this problem was "solved", Song Boru quickly mentioned another more important issue.
"We've run out of sedatives. We'd better find the next hospital before Number Five has another attack, otherwise Number Five will be wasted."
Zhou Er couldn't help but tut a sound of annoyance when he heard this.
"If the gatekeeper hadn't been wrong, how could we have been caught off guard and encountered such a large group of zombies? We originally planned to use Number Five at the Sixth Hospital, but now, we've overused it and there's not enough sedatives left."
As he said this he shouted at Ye Ku,
"Boss, this batch of gatekeepers is not good enough. Our batch back then was more reliable. No one who came out was caught off guard and encountered danger."
Ye Ku didn't say anything, but casually moved his gaze to the rearview mirror, where the two cars behind were reflected.
After his eyes swept across the second off-road vehicle, they slowly settled on the large carriage of the last one.
It contained the largest and most difficult to control weapon of their trip.
The sedative is gone. If No. 5 loses control, he must be killed directly if necessary.
The man couldn't help but take out another cigarette, but he just held it to his lips without lighting it.
The scene outside the window was desolate. After leaving the city, all I could see were overgrown weeds on both sides of the road and ominous red clouds in the distant sky.
In the dead silent world, the occasional howling of zombies of unknown origin became the only sound, but it only made the dead silence seem even more lifeless.
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It wasn't until the sun rose high in the sky that the convoy finally stopped by the roadside.
When the driver stepped on the brakes, the wheel just rolled over a large rock, and the whole car shook violently.
It is at this time that winter wakes up.
Fang Si, who had been drowsy but still staring at the two of them, met her eyes in the rearview mirror at this moment.
There was no trace of confusion and absolute indifference.
Looking at anything is like looking at a piece of dead meat, without any emotion, and there is an inorganic coldness of superiority emanating from the bones.
She was clearly a delicate and weak underage girl, but at this moment she seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of some terrifying beast.
Such a huge and weird contrast made Fang Si shiver uncontrollably. The next moment, he felt ashamed and looked back, meeting the girl's expressionless face again.
She even tilted her head towards him, her eyes quizzical yet harmless.
Fang Si cursed softly, glared at her fiercely, slammed the door and got out of the car.
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