Those who can survive to the end of the end of the end of the end of the world have good knives. Assassination, slashing, picking tendons, and peeling each have their own magical uses. When the bullets are finished, a good knives can replenish combat power in time at this time. Especially in the late end of the end of the end of the end of the end of the end of the end of the end of the end of the end of the end of the end of the end of the end of the day, each of the cold weapons is specialized in, while the hot weapons are operated by ordinary people.

Zhang Ping'an is a good player in using short swords. Although his physical strength is not as strong as the late stage of the apocalypse, as soon as his fingertips touch the tip of the knife, the person immediately calmed down and felt as sharp as a blade!

He did not turn around and his body remained motionless, which was the best choice because he only identified four people behind him, and they were surrounded in two directions, but they didn't know if they had guns on their hands.

If there is a gun, it will pose a huge threat to yourself whether it is fired or fired in a nervous state.

Zhang Ping'an signaled Zhou Qianxi to relax and wait for them to surround him. Once the other party showed malice, he was confident that he would quickly deal with the other party when he relaxed his vigilance.

"Don't leave behind me at a single step, see what I do." Zhang Ping'an whispered to Zhou Qianqian, his voice was very small, and I believe she could hear it.

As soon as Zhang Ping'an finished speaking, a rough voice came from behind, "Haha, it's them."

The four people around him dispersed and quickly surrounded him.

Zhang Ping'an slowly turned his head and saw a bald head holding a hilt and smiling brilliantly.

"Don't move, don't move, put down the steel pipe on your hand." In the other direction, a tall and thin yellow-haired man held a fire axe and pointed at Zhang Ping'an and Zhou Qianqian, with an arrogant expression, "Hurry up, otherwise I will kill you!"

Both of them were in Zhou Qianqian's hands, and the sharp blades on both sides were wrapped in cloth, which looked ordinary, and it was normal for the yellow-haired man to take a look.

Zhang Ping'an asked Zhou Qianqian to throw the steel spear to the ground, protect her behind her, with a bitter face, showing a pitiful expression, and asked nervously, "What do you want to do?"

No one who has lived for three years in the end of the world is a good bird. It is common for cheating and cheating. Everyone who burns, kills, robberies and robberies are good at it!

The four of them were amused by Zhang Ping'an's appearance, looked at each other and laughed loudly.

"What do you want to do? Haha!" said bald eyebrows, and he said in a rough voice, "We want to go in and get guns, but there are too many zombies in the building, so people need to lure them out."

"ah!"

Zhang Ping'an was "shocked" and hurriedly said, "No! Hero, let us go!"

"Haha" The four of them were completely amused and gathered together. A tattooed man on the right of the yellow-haired man pointed at the two, "It's still a hero, he's so damn laughing. It's so fun, I can't bear to use them as bait."

A small gray-faced man with a gray face who had not spoken among the four suddenly seemed to have discovered a new continent. He tsk in a few twitches, walked over, pulled Zhang Ping'an away casually, staring at Zhou Qianqian, "I didn't look closely, this girl is so beautiful. Brother, this girl is staying first, and one bait is enough."

The bald man glared at the little man, cursed, raised his knife, and said fiercely, "Hanzi, when is it now? I still want this. I got a gun, and what woman didn't have it? How can a bait be enough on the second floor? Or do I take you to the top?"

The little man stopped talking.

Huangmao made a smooth move, "Okay, they are all their own brothers. They finally escaped from the bureau together, so don't make a noise."

As he said that, he took out a rope and wanted to tie Zhang Ping'an.

Seeing that the four of them treated him like a dead person, Zhang Ping'an couldn't help but smile and cooperated to extend his hand.

"Hey..." Huang Mao glanced at Zhang Ping'an's smile, was surprised, and turned around and said to the bald boss, "This person is afraid he is silly..."

The bald man became impatient and scolded: "Why doesn't it cost so much to talk..."

Before he finished speaking, the yellow-haired man in front suddenly screamed, followed the person back, falling one or two meters away, and fell to the ground and fainted.

Before the bald head could react, he saw a figure flying over, then his hand hurt, he looked down and saw a knife inserted into his wrist, sinking into the handle.

"Damn..." The bald man saw that Zhang Ping'an was standing in front of him. The silly man just now looked cold and his eyes were filled with a terrifying coldness.

"Don't move around, and don't want to run, otherwise I promise your blood will flow within ten minutes." Zhang Ping'an held the knife and pulled it slightly.

The severe splitting pain made the bald eyes turn black. He sat on the ground, holding his hands, and shouted loudly: "Damn... brothers, kill him!"

The tattoo man roared and rushed over, but the small flower head retreated and wanted to escape.

"Leave this to you, don't kill it." Zhang Ping'an shouted at Zhou Qianxi, flashing the machete that the tattooed man slashed over, and ignored him and chased the small man.

Huatou was short, but he was very slippery. In the blink of an eye, he slipped a few meters away. Zhang Ping'an ran two steps, hooked his feet, and the fire axe that had thrown the yellow hair on the ground came into his hand, swung it out, and the fire axe flew out, just hitting his butt. Huatou in the distance, jumped up on the spot, and then fell heavily to the ground. The fire axe's long axe handle was towards the sky and bounced around with his screams.

Zhang Ping'an walked over, lifted one of his feet, and retracted it hard, which implicated the wound on his butt. He was afraid and hurt, and cried, "I was wrong, hero, I was wrong..."

"Wrong?" Zhang Ping'an said coldly, "Then don't move around, otherwise there will be another groove on your butt."

The little man stopped moving and cried bitterly, "It was all they forced me to do, so let me go. I just like prostitution and don't dare to kill people. Let me go..."

Zhang Ping'an squatted down, tore off a cloth from the little one, stuffed it into his mouth, patted his thin face, "Don't worry, I'll let you go in a while."

As he said that, he carried one of his feet and dragged it back.

Over there, Zhou Qianqian and the tattoo man were fighting fiercely. The little girl did not inspire the instinct of the evolutionist at this moment. In addition, she was a little restrained when she couldn't kill the tattoo man. Whenever the tattoo man came over, she would jump away from a distance. While the other party was chasing him, she stabbed him out with a spear, and was dodged by the tattoo man again.

The two of them escaped and killed. The fun was lively, but neither of them really hurt each other, which made people feel sad.

Zhou Qianqian is an evolutionist. The instinct of the last battle was stimulated, and some things have been integrated into the bloodline. When facing the battle, she has an instinctive desire and keen awareness and discernment.

However, the current fight between her and the tattoo man is of no benefit to her growth.

Zhang Ping'an was impatient and threw Huatou's feet, picked up the steel spear on the ground, walked over, "Get out of the way, look at it."

Zhou Qianqian took the opportunity to flash behind Zhang Ping'an.

The tattoo man already knew that all three of them had fallen here, and he was the only one left. He was furious, "Damn it, it's a good thing, both of them have been cut off."

Zhang Ping'an turned sideways, and the machete cuts one foot from front of him with the wind. The steel spear in his hand poked out diagonally downwards, and the blade with serrated teeth flew past the tattooed man's heel, bringing up a bunch of blood.

The tattooed man screamed in pain, his feet suddenly lost their strength to support him, and his body tilted to one side, "** picked my tendons!"

Zhang Ping'an ignored him and turned around and said to Zhou Qianqian, "Most of the time, we only have the chance to attack the target once or twice. We can see the right move. This is the best way to save time and physical strength."

The little girl nodded obediently, with a little sweat on her nose. Although the battle just now was very tired, it was not effective at all. Zhang Ping'an only took action and knocked down the other party. This was the ultimate skill, and he savored Zhang Ping'an's seemingly plain sideways and thorns, and his big eyes lit up.

"You are Zhang Ping'an!" The tattooed man leaned to the ground, staring at the steel spear in Zhang Ping'an's hand with his eyes fixed on him, "** It's Zhang Ping'an, Damn!"

Until he was knocked down, in pain and fear, he recognized the very distinctive weapon. This weapon appeared in the video uploaded by Zhang Ping'an, but since the video was taken on a mobile phone, Zhang Ping'an and Zhou Qianqian were moving very quickly and looked a little blurry, so they had not recognized it before.

"I am!" Zhang Ping'an nodded.

As he said that, the tattoo man was about to open his mouth and speak, but the kick was kicking him on the back of the head. The tattoo man spit out only one syllable and fell to the ground.

"Zhang Ping'an, don't come over, come over again, I'll shoot!" The bald man saw Zhang Ping'an walking towards him, shouted with a dark face, took out a police pistol from his waist with one hand and pointed it at Zhang Ping'an.

"oh?"

Zhang Ping'an was interested, "Who can you scare you with a piece of scrap iron? You'll have fired a long time ago if you have bullets."

The bald man looked at Zhang Ping'an and then looked at the gun, "Damn it, bet to see if there are any bullets!"

Zhang Ping'an pointed at Zhou Qianqian beside him, "Even if there is a bullet, you can only kill one, and you will be dead, but..."

He shook his head, "I never gamble, and I don't like being threatened."

As he said that, he lowered the steel spear on his hand a little, with a calm expression, "Okay, you can leave now."

The bald head was grim and supported himself to get up from the ground. The muzzle was always aimed at Zhang Ping'an, looking alert.

Zhang Ping'an smiled slightly, looked at the bleeding wound on the bald wrist, "Walk slowly, be careful that the knife will move it, and if you cut open the major artery, you will really not be able to leave."

The bald man cursed and grinned and stepped back.

Zhang Ping'an looked at the bald head and retreated more than ten meters before turning around and getting into the corner. He suddenly rushed forward, raised his hand and projected the steel spear like lightning.

"ah!"

The spear pierced straight into the bald vest, and the long blade tip penetrated, nailing him to the ground.

Zhang Ping'an walked over slowly, Zhou Qianqian followed behind, watching him pick up the pistol on the ground, weighed it in his hand, and put it away.

"There are bullets in the gun?" asked the little girl.

"No."

"Do you know if you let him go?"

Zhang Ping'an said seriously, "Never put yourself in a dangerous position."

"Then you even killed him?" The little girl looked at the bald body with a little dissatisfied.

"He is a danger!" Zhang Ping'an said affirmatively.

"But he is a human?"

Zhang Ping'an stopped and stared at the little girl's face, "Humans are always more terrifying than zombies. Zombies can only eat people, but humans can harm people!"
Chapter completed!