The car drove all the way and met many people on the road. These people were already crazy. They began to riot and became thugs. When they could die at any time, they began to kill, rob, rape, and Y. They all went crazy. Yang Fan remained silent. The rest, such as Wang Cheng, clenched their fists, but Yang Fan did not take action, and he could not trade himself. If he could make Yang Fan unhappy, it would not be cost-effective.

As the car was driving, Wang Cheng suddenly pointed to a street not far away and said, "Go to the south and go to that street. The front is blocked, and this street will be arrived soon."

"Yeah." Fu Gaobin turned on the steering wheel and walked towards the street, but when he reached the entrance of the street...

The cruelty of the end of the world was just a slight experience in this dark street, where thugs were laughing like crazy. They dragged a few people from the street to the end of the street. Some women were naked, their bodies were swollen, and a lot of white liquid stuck to their hair, their faces, their hands were bound, their faces were numb, and they no longer felt anything like human beings.

The same naked men surrounded these women one by one and began to humiliate them at will. This is the end of the world... This is the cruel end of the world.

This street is very close to the south. When the car drove here, it immediately attracted the attention of many people. All the people on this street were fleeing here, and they were all crazy. Fortunately, there were no alienated beasts and powerful zombies here, otherwise they would all die. However, they no longer had the courage and idea to survive. Now they just wanted to vent, vent, and vent endlessly!

A group of people, looking thirty or forty, holding blades and iron rods in their hands, were looking at Yang Fan's car coldly at the dirty street intersection.

"Hehe... Boss, someone finally came again. Last time, the group of student girls were so careless. After playing for a few days, they died. I wonder if there are any beautiful girls in the car."

Among the few people in the lead, a thin man laughed, his face full of ferocious and gloomy, and his words were terrifying.

"Yes, haha, I'm not so uncomfortable when I play around. It's not as fun as a mature woman. I just don't know how many people there are in this car." Someone in it said.

"The boss is smart. He knows that this path is the only way. I don't know how many people have been caught by us during this period. Hahaha, but no one has come during this period. Now I can have enough fun and play with a new girl."

These people smiled loudly, and changed their faces. Fortunately, Yang Fan's previous divine power was imprinted in their hearts, otherwise they would really scream now. Fu Gaobin, who was driving, looked at them with a gloomy expression. Wang Cheng was a little nervous, as for Yang Fan...

More than thirty people were wearing not much clothes, sweating all over. They obviously had been crazy for a while. These people were guarding this important point. As long as someone came, all men would torture to death. If a woman had the consequences, there was no need to say much about the fate.

Their head was a shirtless tattooed man with a powerful muscle and a rock. He was a heir to the apocalyptic system. Moreover, these people also had a lot of hot weapons. Yang Fan, who was sitting in the car, could see clearly with the zombie eyes. In fact, when Wang Cheng came here, he already knew the general environment here.

The effect of Yang Fan's [True Hawkeye] is that he can exert this ability. The reason why he came here was to remove garbage.

The crowd gradually surrounded the car, and some men could be seen hanging upstairs in the distance. I don’t know how long it had been dead. There were many corpses everywhere, but because it was getting late, I could only see the corpses and see more carefully.

It's seven o'clock in the afternoon, and the light is about to disappear...

"What should I do?" Fu Gaobin asked.

Wang Cheng said coldly: "Or, we will kill them."

"But they have guns." The keen Fu Gaobin looked at the Type 67 pistol in some people's hands and couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

"Get out of the car and get out of here."

"I'm paralyzed, we'll smash the car."

"superior."

Some people shouted, and a few of them were already holding tables, chairs and benches, coming directly into Yang Fan's car. They began to riot and began to smile wildly, with a ferocious face, and were all crazy, madmen, they had lost their moral concepts and everything, they were no longer human.

Looking at the tables, chairs and benches that were about to be smashed, Fu Gaobin immediately opened the car door and prepared to fight, but saw Yang Fan...

——

"die."

Yang Fan's expression was extremely cold, and an MP5K suddenly appeared in his hand. It was a powerful submachine gun, one thousand seven hundred doomsday coins, one set of bullets, two hundred doomsday coins, fifty rounds, and Yang Fan directly bought two sets.

Leng Senshen's submachine gun pointed at everyone, and Yang Fan pulled the machine board without hesitation. In his proficiency in hot weapons, Yang Fan understood the attacks of various guns, and guns were not a problem, but guns and cannons are not suitable here.

"Bang bang bang bang bang..."

The sound of gunfire came louder, and the flying bullets, like insects, penetrated into their minds, took away one life after another, and stirred up one blood flower after another.

After one meeting, there were more than 30 people, not many left. They didn't expect that Yang Fan would be so fierce, and that this kind of military submachine gun was so fierce.

Everyone suddenly became silent, including Wang Cheng and Fu Gaobin. They only saw Yang Fan taking out a submachine gun like magic, and a few bangs, killing a large area. If there were any careful people, they would find that there was a blood hole on everyone's forehead, all of which were on their foreheads, and they were not bad at the distance.

Then the thugs surrounding the car body trembled, fearful, and fearful. They widened their eyes and looked at Yang Fan, and then looked at their friends who were lying on the ground. They had no regrets or sadness for them, but were afraid that they would die.

"Kneel down." Yang Fan spit out these two words.

Plop! Plop! Plop!

There was a sound of kneeling, no one hesitating, and they all knelt on the ground, trembling and restless, but a few people were still unwilling to give up and secretly pinched the pistol, preparing to give Yang Fan a fatal blow, but just as he squeezed it tightly, Yang Fan fired!

"Bang!"

The three of them fell to the ground, and no one dared to say anything again, fearing... trembling.

What is the thug most afraid of? It is a madman. Yang Fan is like this... an alternative madman!
Chapter completed!