When he heard Mao Jiamin's words, the group of little brothers on the opposite side immediately became submissive and no longer had the arrogance he had before.

"Big brother...Brother!" "Brother, I know my mistake. I didn't know Mount Tai before, and it was all his fault!" As everyone said that, everyone made a way out, and saw one of them coming, and the man's body kept trembling.

The man is the culprit in everything. When he met him on the road before, Mao Jiamin didn't want to kill too many people. He just thought he should control his emotions, so he let him go. Unexpectedly, the man came to seek revenge.

"Brother! Brother! Don't kill me, please don't kill me..." The whole voice was trembling. Mao Jiamin came to him, and the people next to him were very aware of giving up a passage.

"Brother, I'm not a human." After that, he kept slapping himself in the face, "Bah, he's really not a human!" Zuoran turned his head disgustedly and stopped looking at him.

A black light suddenly appeared in Mao Jiamin's eyes, which was a manifestation of emotional riot, but it was quickly suppressed. Mao Jiamin took a deep breath, shook his head and tried to prevent himself from being dominated by emotions.

"You originally had peace of mind to go back and don't cause trouble again, and you wouldn't end up today." After feeling that your emotions were controlled by you, you quietly breathed a sigh of relief in your heart.

"But things have developed like this. Wouldn't it be a pity if I don't kill you?" Mao Jiamin slowly picked up the hand holding the fruit knife and stopped in mid-air.

"You must die if you kill someone!" The man suddenly became angry. All his emotions were erupted, and his hands quickly took out a pistol from his waist.

However, before I could load it, I was smeared by a fruit knife and lay on the ground, my eyes full of reluctance. Mao Jiamin wiped the knife and said, "I understand that you are seeking survival in this end of the world. I will let you go this time, but don't join any so-called gangs. These things are very harmful."

He knew that the group of people agreed now, but they would still look for the next gang. They did not have the ability, and the path to survival in this end of the world is undoubtedly the easiest.

After letting them go, the four of them set out on the road to the safety center again, and the four of them were walking quietly along the way.

After walking around for about half an hour, a small shop next to him attracted Mao Jiamin. When he got closer, he found that it was an arms store!

"This... how could there be someone selling such things in H City?" Zuoran was surprised. Not only H City, but the entire Chinese country prohibited illegal trading of guns.

"You don't understand this, don't you see this is a suburb, a black merchant, a black shop." Mao Jiamin looked around with interest, "I think it's time for us to replenish our equipment. If we always use these cold weapons, we're almost an ancient person."

Mao Jiamin opened the door and walked carefully. He turned on the flashlight and shot it around to confirm that there were no zombies or corpses in the dark corner.

Following Mao Jiamin's pace, various metal sounds would be made from stepping on bullets from time to time. This was the only sound around. It was quite clean inside, without any blood or blood.

Zhao Yue and little loli took out a bag from somewhere, squatted on the ground and began to pick up various bullets. Zuoran began to pick up guns, specifically jumping on those light and beautiful pistols.

Only those who know guns know that good-looking guns are not necessarily practical. Sometimes ugly ones are powerful and can save their lives at critical moments.

Wei Dayong went to a shelf such as sticks. Mao Jiamin was so amused and laughed and hurried to choose weapons.

I took two pistols with good performance and placed them on my waist. Now I have enough weapons and no longer have to fight with zombies in close combat like before.

Looking at Mao Jiamin who was walking further and further away, Zuoran ran after him with his carefully selected small pistol. Before he could come forward to talk, Mao Jiamin, who was very alert, suddenly turned around, took out a fruit knife and placed it on Zuoran's neck.

In this dim environment, it is difficult to see who is coming without the light.

"Mao Jiamin!" Zuoran's neck had begun to turn red slowly because of the fruit knife, and she screamed in anger! Hearing a familiar voice, Mao Jiamin felt aroused all over his body.

"Zo...Zo Ran." "Why are you here? You still don't say a word. I... I'm sorry, I'm going to treat the wound quickly." Mao Jiamin said panic.

Zuoran said angrily: "Mao Jiamin! You guy with a nervous system! If I have any problems, I will sue you!" As he said that, he burst into tears.

I felt inappropriate and asked carefully: "Are you okay? I... didn't mean it, I'm sorry."

"Nonsense! If you have something to do, you can still stand here!" After saying a few words, Zuoran still shook the two pistols in front of Mao Jiamin, "Is it good-looking?"

"It looks good, it's very suitable for your temperament." He knew that he could only follow Zuoran now, otherwise he might be subjected to violent finger-pinning magic.

At this moment, a trace of green smoke suddenly filled the door outside, and it solidified in the air and did not dissipate for a long time. Mao Jiamin subconsciously held the pistol in his hand. It was not because he was nervous, but because he was more careful than anyone else, after all, it was related to the lives of the four people.

Because the sky outside gradually became darker and the light was not good, I could only see a little bit of green smoke floating in the air, like a ghost, appearing and disappearing from time to time.

While Mao Jiamin was about to shoot and see what was going on, the smoke magically dissipated.

"What is that?" Zuoran asked subconsciously.

The next second, I found that Mao Jiamin was also confused and frowned and thought.

"Okay, it seems that there are many wonderful things in this world, not only zombies and mutants, but also psychics like you. What's so strange about Mo Min's strange appearance of a cloud of smoke." Zuoran quipped.

"If I guessed correctly, the smoke was a mutant just now." Mao Jiamin had a lot of cold sweats in his palms. Just as the tense atmosphere was lingering, Wei Dayong suddenly came from behind and kept making noises of eating.

"You two are here. I've been looking for it for a long time to come and have a meal." Wei Dayong didn't swallow the food, which made the sound very strange, and he laughed at Zuoran completely.
Chapter completed!