Just when we were so excited about the fight, we suddenly heard the sound of cars. It was still far away, but I could hear it.

I stood there with the bed board. The reason why I never killed me is because I could feel that they only have malicious intentions but no murderous intent. I knew that these people were not here to kill us, but instead seemed to be here to make a malicious joke with me.

So although we are fighting fiercely here, I still keep paying attention to it. If you fight, I can't let my brothers kill anyone, nor do I do anything else. This situation is even more tiring than beating someone.

The sound of the car began to rise. They were all veterans and soldiers. Although they did not have the perverted sensing ability of me, none of the people who came here to participate in the selection were given for free.

They quickly pulled up those who were brought down by us and formed a wall of human beings, or they could be said to be hostages.

These people are really too professional. They have changed from fighting with soldiers to fighting with gangsters, and from fighting with gangsters to taking hostages. The professional ones really make me ashamed. It seems that more exercises and practices are beneficial for those who are in the army.

Not only do you need to practice assault and rescue hostages, but you also need to practice as a bandit with others.

They formed a circle to block the people we beat out who didn't even have the strength to stand up, and used them to block bullets...

I was standing there alone, holding a big bed board, standing there, I could clearly feel that those people were our own people, and even I had long felt that the people we beat were also our own people, but I just wanted to hit people.

The car rushed over in a wild and crazy way. The speed and crazy momentum of the car can easily cause accidents, and it is difficult for someone to control the car that is almost crazy.

The car flew over to me, and it was really flying. I could even see that the four wheels of the car had left the ground.

The car flew towards me, and I was still on the ground, watching the car pass by me, I was lazy to hide. Time had become very slow in front of me, and I could clearly see that the car changed its route halfway.

A "squeak" sounded extremely unpleasant brake, and then the burning smell of the tires when they rubbed against the ground was very pungent.

A few people got off the car one after another, and there were several cars behind them. Those cars were not as fierce as the one in front of me.

The first person I saw was Zhuangku (Pretty Cool). This person was my future squadron leader. I had seen this person before I came here, and I almost had a conflict with him.

At that time, I was still in the reconnaissance company. The subject I trained that day was rapid fire pistols, and the requirements for the reconnaissance company were also very high. Whether it was fighting or guns, the requirements were very high. This can also be seen from the strict selection of personnel in the reconnaissance company.

We were training and originally planned to continue training, but then Zhuangku's grandson came. Zhuangku, as his name suggests, always willing to pretend to be cool. At that time, he just pretended to be cool and got off the car.

Wearing a big sunglasses, pretending to be a calf there, pointing at our training, our company commander looked at him with a look that he wanted to suck him. I think our company commander really wanted to suck him.

I also wanted to slap him because he was talking: "This is not OK. It took too long to pull out the gun and take out the take-out shooting. If I face me, you may have the chance to shoot when I kill you three."

We looked at him unhappily, and the company commander of our reconnaissance company also looked at him unhappily. If bullets could fly out of our eyes, we would have already knocked him to death.

"Maybe I had already twisted your cervical spine before you shot." I sneered and said to him.

Zhuang Ku was stunned and looked at me and asked at our company commander: "This is the little guy who is famous in the recruit camp? I heard that he is usually quite low-key, but I didn't expect that he is very high-profile today."

After saying that, he pointed at me with his chin and asked, "It seems that you are very confident in your reaching. I just know that you can run, and I really don't know if you can hit me."

I took off my coat, hooked my finger at him, and said, "If you don't believe me, you can try it. If you don't educate you today, you really won't take our reconnaissance company seriously."

Zhuang Ku smiled and started taking off his coat, so he planned to educate me.

The form at that time was not optimistic. In terms of fighting, he would definitely not be able to defeat me, a zombie for thousands of years. Before I became a zombie, I had already experienced ten thousand battles (ten thousand battles?)... I have experienced many life-and-death battles. I can't count them. The humans who died in my hands can have an army.

But I have never wanted to expose myself. Even if I want to show my strength in front of others, I don’t want to reveal too much, because this will reveal me to others. For my existence, if someone finds that it is too different from others, it will definitely be noticed by some state institutions. This is not what I want, so it is very simple to fight, but how can I keep a low profile?

We were planning to fight, but the brothers around me stopped doing it. The veterans' tempers were not covered, and they had already become angry. Now I just poured oil on the fire, and it would be difficult to light the fire.

"What's the ability to bully our new recruits? If you have the ability to fight me!" The veterans in our company finally couldn't help but start calling.

This is how the soldiers are. They will never admit defeat and will not surrender. Even if they know that they can't beat them, they must continue to fight and will never accept them. Those who are in the army can be beaten to death, but they will never be beaten to death.

Now it was lively, and we were even in a state of excitement and were all planning to fight his life.

If Zhuangku is also a man, he was not afraid to see so many of us quarrel with him. He took off his coat, hooked his finger and said, "Come on, are you here one by one, or go together?"

"Fuck me! What are you doing?" the company commander roared.

We stopped, although we wanted to beat him up, we couldn't do that.

"Didn't you say your pistol is very powerful? Well, I'll compete with you to shoot the marksmanship, who's faster and who's accurate shooting skills." I said to him, "Don't you think you are awesome? Let's compete with you, I will compete with you, so that you can know that even a recruit in our reconnaissance company can beat you."

Zhuang Ku smiled, smiling very despicable, and said, "Okay, I'll give you one hand."

I ignored his provocation and began to check my guns. I really wanted to shoot him in the head, but I thought about it and let it go. I didn't want to leave here so soon, so I couldn't kill him.

We fired and pulled the gun at the same time. In fact, I cheated. In terms of the speed of the shooting, I, a new recruit who has been a few days, cannot compare with him, a soldier who has become a bone.

But we are different. I used to be an exorcist and had magic power. I just realized the power left by Brother Chiyou to control the time and space around me, but he couldn't do it.

From the beginning, I started cheating. I slowed down the time around me. I turned a second into a minute. I could slowly draw out my gun, load, aim, but he couldn't. In the eyes of others, we were all doing this at the same speed.

The gunshots and hits the target, I'm faster than him for a few seconds. I'm deliberately slowing myself down a little. If I want, I can break the bottles before he takes out the gun, but this is too unreal. Even a fool can tell that something is wrong.

I won, and cheers began to be everywhere. I looked at him, and he looked at me, and he smiled, nodded, and smiled at all of us, which was a bit ugly than crying.

"Sorry, I shouldn't say that to you guys." He said to us, then got in the car and walked away.
Chapter completed!