Mengmeng took Barbie back to the Hummer. This time, Barbie carefully adjusted the time ratio. Mengmeng left in less than three minutes and came back. No one except the people in the car noticed her disappearance. The fat man had long been accustomed to it. His gaze paused on Barbie's mud-filled feet for two seconds, and then turned his decisively back to his head and ignored it.

"Oh hehehe~~~~" A strange laughter with spring suddenly sounded. Ah He, on the roof of the car, leaned his head down, his bright eyes narrowed slightly, and his brilliance stared at Mengmeng, saying, "I discovered it~~ you, secret, secret~~~"

Ahe stretched out a finger, cosplaying the young beautiful girl's movements, but acted cute in a humble voice. Unfortunately, before he finished speaking, a string of ice cones, fire blades and spiritual fists surrounded him. Ahe rushed from the roof of the car to the bottom of the car, pulling the frame with both hands and feet, watching the ground almost rubbing against the bridge of his nose quickly retreat. If he was not careful, he might be disfigured directly. He finally couldn't help but swear - Damn!!

In order to hurry, the convoy did not stop and rest at noon. The lunch was solved directly in the car. It was not until night fell to camp. There was an endless wilderness around. The convoy's cars connected in a hovering manner to surround the camp. Women buried pots and cooked rice, and men needed to clean up all the zombies within a radius of 1,000 meters. There was no way, who made them too many people and too much humanity.

Bingqian ran over immediately and looked at Mengmeng with her eyes wide open. Mengmeng took out a brand new black pistol, and Bingqian's eyes lit up. As a veteran, he had a natural favor for guns, and was instantly attracted by the charming luster of the gun body.

Mengmeng took out an ice board that Jin Mo helped condense. There were a few words engraved on the board - a 100 crystal core of the pistol, and a crystal core of the magazine.

Ice gasps, it’s so expensive!!!

The 09 sniper in his hand is the best sniper rifle at present, with only 30 bullets per magazine. Even if he is an example of a sharpshooter, he only earns 30 crystal cores after one magazine is fired. However, a gun and a magazine require 1 crystal core to be purchased.

Bingzhen felt that the account was not worth it, but he was a useless person without bullets. He didn't want to become like those refugees who were surviving. He still had relatives to raise. Just when Bingzhen was hesitating, the fat man slapped his shoulder with a big palm-shaped hand. He almost slapped him into the soil. The fat man couldn't help but feel embarrassed. He blinked his slight squinting eyes innocently and said, "Because you are the first to visit the Mengmeng business, I will remind you that although the little girl is a fan of money, she will definitely not make black money. She will set this price, which means that this thing is worth this number. Think clearly."

Bingzhen thought it was reasonable, but in the end he had the upper hand in his trust in Meng Shao. He gritted his teeth and turned out all the crystal cores on his body. He said with a flushed and shy expression, "I only have so many, twelve zero-level crystal cores and ten first-level crystal cores."

Mengmeng tilted her head and thought for a while. Nodded, and the fat man helped translate. "I owe the remaining eight crystal cores first, remember to pay it back."

Bingqi nodded quickly, took the new pistol, and when the magazine was stuck in the farm, Mengmeng had already asked Barbie to help install it. So Bingqi did not find that the gun was unique for the time being. He couldn't put it down and played with it, lowering his head to leave.

Back in the team he was in, before he could speak to clean up the zombies around him, he suddenly heard the familiar crying sound. Bing Wei's eyes trembled, and he immediately turned around and pushed away the person blocking the road, followed the sound and threw himself to the side of the truck he was riding, turned the front of the car to reach the other side of the car, and saw four young men blocking a young girl in the corner. The girl looked at her age who was only seven or eight years old, wearing a gray-blue one-piece suit, and her big black eyes were full of panic and tears. Seeing Bing Wei suddenly appear, she finally cried in fear, "Brother, save me!!"

"What are you doing?" Bingqian shouted angrily, and the four men surrounding the girl turned around, leading a man wearing a white shirt and black pants, looking like a man, but his current black green and Xufu feet exposed the fact that he was overly indulging in lust.

The man sneered, looked at Bingqian with a cold look, and said, "It is your blessing to be fond of your sister. I advise you not to meddle in other people's business, otherwise don't blame me for being polite." As the man raised his palm, a hot fireball suddenly jumped from the palm of his palm, and the threatening meaning was self-evident.

Superpower!!! - Bingqian's heart was cold. In the end of the world, superpowers were a special group that was above ordinary people. Each superpower represents a powerful combat power. The lives of ordinary people are nothing in their eyes.

Bingzi's hesitation made the man laugh proudly. He turned around and bent down to grab the girl's clothes and pulled it hard. The fragile fabric could not resist his powerful strength. The clothes were cracked and exposed the little girl's thin and round shoulders. The girl was so scared that she cried, but it further stimulated the man's beastly nature.

The four men laughed out loud in a slight and excitement, and the people around them were away from each other. Although the current convoy was led by a group of people in the Hummer, there were also various open and secret battles among other psychics, and no one would offend psychics for an irrelevant ordinary person, and ordinary people and refugees would even dare to speak out.

Listening to the sister's fearful cry, Bing Wei bit her lower lip and bloody bit her eyes. His eyes were fierce and bloodshot. The gun in his hand was tightly held tightly, and the veins on the back of his hand stormed. Finally, Bing Wei's reason collapsed with another sound of tearing the clothes and silk, "You beasts!!"

Bingqian suddenly raised the gun in his hand and fired at the fire-type psychic. In fact, although the psychic is lustful, he is not a fool. He was always on guard against Bingqian. When he heard his roar, the psychic smiled sarcastically and turned around and smashed a fireball like a speeding "bullet".

Under normal circumstances, no bullet can withstand the density collision of fireballs, so almost everyone believes that the bullet will be knocked away by the fireball, and the remaining force of the fireball will hit Bingzi. Unfortunately, this man who was angry for his sister was about to die on the spot.

But, but, however, the facts were beyond everyone's expectations!

The fireball collided with the "bullet". Not only did it not knock the bullet away, but it was hit by itself and collapsed into countless sparks. The "bullet" turned into a red beam. In the blink of an eye, it penetrated the eyebrows of the psychic. The psychic's dumbfounded expression was forever frozen. He fell down stiffly, but he was silently lost his anger.

The scene was dead silent.

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Chapter completed!