Your great love is my motivation, so I would like to send you a seal of approval.
Hearing Locke yelling, Rudolf had already opened the cab door of the RV and returned immediately.
He grabbed a gun from Regel's hand and fired a bullet with a "click".
The double-barreled rifle Kong aimed at Locke's head, who was sitting on the ground.
Locke's face turned pale with fright and his lips trembled.
"What are you waiting for?"
Rudolph pointed his gun at Locke and said gloomily: "What this guy did proves that he is hopelessly stupid.
Is he trying to attract zombies?"
"Let him stay here as a zombie.
Obviously his usual attitude shows that he has this talent."
There is no need to waste gas and supplies for this guy, not to mention that Rudolph was obviously very dissatisfied with him, so Reger dumped him coldly.
Bottom: "Let's go" Special Forces Gordon frowned slightly: "We shouldn't give up on any of our teammates, right?"
His eyes turned to Sneijder.
Sneijder may have received help from Gordon, or he may have succumbed to Gordon's ability.
He smiled and spread his hands and raised his shoulders: "Everyone decides, I don't care."
Now Locke understood that he had offended too many people, even Rudolph.
The people on the other team had no reason to help him.
Just Gordon is obviously useless.
"My meaning is very clear.
Throw him here with one vote.
It's up to you."
The spy Rudolf handed the gun to Regel, turned around and walked towards the open door of the cab.
Sneijder said nothing, smiled, turned around and went up to the small stairs in the middle of the RV, but did not go up, but stood there as if watching the fun.
This means that he abstains from voting.
"We don't need him."
Regel also walked towards the small stairs of the RV with his back turned.
He voted to give up Locke.
There have already been two votes that went against him, and everyone in Reger's group should follow Reger's opinion.
Locke collapsed on the ground, fear and despair already showing in his eyes.
Zhang Ruoshan murmured: "We are all the same kind, we shouldn't be like this, right?"
"But the next road may be more dangerous."
Steve advised tactfully, as if he was also trying to find reasons for his next decision: "Sometimes a small omission can lead to the death of everyone.
We just plan to let everyone die."
He doesn’t want to be with us.
As long as he is alert and capable enough to reach the exit on his own.”
"That's right."
Cheng Qianxun knew what to say.
She raised her eyebrows: "I decided to let him stay.
At least when the zombies come, there will be one more person to distract them, right?
In case someone gets hurt, right?"
, he can also be used as a crutch, running errands, moving things, etc., and when he attracts the zombies, it will not be too late to leave him to feed the zombies. " Steve was stunned for a moment and thought it made sense.
Who could guarantee that he would not be injured?
After all, Locke was a man of not too short stature, so he was probably stronger than a woman.
This should be effective.
Cheng Qianxun smiled and said: "I let him continue to follow us, you can do whatever you want.
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But we have agreed that if he stays and I get injured, he will carry me first." ” Zhang Ruoshan burst into laughter: "Then I will be the second one."
Cheng Qianxun smiled and went to the RV: "It will be your turn after I die."
"Bah, bah, bah, stop saying unlucky words."
"You are still so superstitious at a young age..."
Steve watched the two short oriental women teasing each other as they walked towards the RV.
Looking at Locke who was still sitting on the ground, Locke's eyes seemed to be exuding hope of life at this time, but his eyes just now were dark.
Even if he votes against it, it will be a three-to-three vote.
After Steve thought for a while, he extended his hand to Locke: "Welcome back to the team."
Locke was overjoyed.
He originally thought he would really be abandoned here, but he didn't expect a twist.
He immediately grabbed Steve's extended hand and got up from the ground.
Gordon looked at the two Oriental women.
The corners of their mouths that had been pursed finally relaxed a little, as if they were smiling.
Then he ran to the passenger seat and shouted: "Get in the car, everyone get in the car, let's go."
The interior of the RV is about the size of a small container, about seven square meters.
Although the majong is small, it has all the necessary features.
There is a kitchen on the escalator in the middle.
There is a one-meter-wide sofa at the back of the car, which can also sleep for one person.
Near the front of the car is a shower room and toilet, and finally a bed that is four feet and about one meter wide.
The room was very messy.
Most of the things fell to the ground when the zombies suddenly stopped.
After everyone found a place to sit down, Locke said softly with gratitude to Cheng Qianxun and Zhang Ruoshan who were sitting on the sofa: "Thank you."
"No, this is what it should be."
Zhang Ruoshan responded.
Cheng Qianxun smiled, grabbed a pillow from the ground, stuffed it behind his neck, and then closed his eyes.
When the gas runs out and you don't reach the place where supplies are taken, you have to walk on your own feet.
Everyone also understood this truth and closed their eyes one after another.
Regel and Steve went directly to the big bed at the front, hugged their guns, and fell asleep.
How could he sleep well in a shaking car during the day?
Cheng Qianxun was drowsily closing his eyes when he suddenly felt the car beating violently, one after another.
Reger asked from the front: "No more gas?"
"Yes," Rudolf said in the cab in front: "You guys sit tight, you can still jump about two kilometers."
Sneijder, who was sitting on a chair and sleeping on the small dining table, rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked around and saw something.
So he stood up, grabbed a square wine bottle filled with yellow liquid from the glass cabinet, ran to the front, and handed it out through the window: "How about this?"
Rudolph and Gordon looked sideways at the same time, and now even the stern Rudolph laughed: "Let's try it."
Although the ethanol content was different, the three bottles of wine in the car, including a small bottle of medical alcohol, were all poured into the fuel tank.
Sneijder, who was standing by and watching, shook his head sadly: "What a pity, what a pity."
Steve disagreed: "What a pity, you can't take this car away even if it's not useless."
"It's not this car."
Sneijder sniffed: "I feel pity for this whiskey.
This whiskey is from 1986, and it is older than I have lived.
This car cannot taste the taste of this fine wine. " Steve smiled: "When I was cleaning up the car just now, I found two bottles of wine, also from 1986."
"Really?"
Sneijder suddenly looked salivating.
Then he clenched his hands into fists and smiled at the sky: "Thank you Satan, I kind of like this place."
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Gordon said coldly from behind: "Go to the bar and pack some wine.
You'll need it when you camp at night."
"Ah, don't be like this, just take a sip."
Seeing no result, Sneijder picked up the empty wine bottle with all the wine in the tank, tilted his neck and poured it into his mouth, even if a drop or two fell down.
It was so greedy that everyone couldn't help laughing.
Regel watched Gordon screw on the fuel tank cap with some concern: "How far can you run":