Jiang Yan stopped and stepped back a little.

Sure enough, bullets were flying around in the director's room. After waiting for a while, Jiang Yan guessed that the gun was out of bullets.

Gu Huai went in first, and Jiang Yan stuck his head out after him.

I saw two bloody zombies falling down in the small director's room, and a middle-aged man with a large piece of flesh bitten off his arm collapsed on the office chair.

The middle-aged man was about to mutate, his eyes were covered with a layer of gray, and there was a creaking sound in his bones.

Jiang Yan rushed over, "Uncle! Hold on! Tell me the password of the safe?!"

The middle-aged man's eyes were no longer focused, and he struggled to speak out a series of numbers.

"Thank you." Jiang Yan saw the 92-style gun in the middle-aged man's hand.The gun was handed over.

Jiang Yan held the trembling hand of the middle-aged man, and probably understood what he meant.

"Do you want me to kill you?"

The middle-aged man let out a hoarse and indistinct voice, he nodded heavily, and his cervical spine creaked.

"it is good."

Jiang Yan didn't waste any more time. He picked up the clips that fell from the ground and quickly replaced the empty clips. When he raised his hand to point at the middle-aged man, he trembled slightly.

Gu Huai raised his eyebrows, locked the door of the director's office behind him and stuck behind Jiang Yan, the cool breath hit his ears.

"Why don't I come?"

As soon as the voice behind him fell, Jiang Yan pulled the trigger.

"Feel sorry."

The apology was lost in the sound of the gunfire.

When the zombies in the police station heard the sound, they all rushed up and banged on the door violently.

Jiang Yan glanced at the sturdy anti-theft door and heaved a sigh of relief.

Gu Huai felt bored and turned to open the safe.

Jiang Yan walked over slowly, holding the gun tightly in his hand.

"A few broken guns, set such a complicated password." Gu Huai leaned down slightly, not even noticing that the black muzzle of the gun behind him was approaching his head.

Jiang Yan pulled the trigger.

"Click..." ???

Damn it's broken at this time?!

Gu Huai paused and turned around slowly.

The man's dark green eyes stared straight at Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan smiled bitterly, and shot Gu Huai a few more times unwillingly.

The funny sound like a toy gun made Jiang Yan think otherwise he would just swallow the gun and kill himself.

"Uh……"

Jiang Yan threw the gun and said sincerely: "Brother Huai, do you believe me when I say I just want to play games with you?"

Gu Huaiyin smiled sympathetically, and let out a cold voice from his lips.

"Believe it, why don't you believe it?"

Jiang Yan hooked the corners of his mouth stiffly, and was pinned down in the corner with a look of lovelessness on his face.

Gu Huai's fangs firmly bit the boy's slender neck, holding the prey in his mouth, without giving him a chance to escape.

"Brother... Take it easy... I'm anemic..."

Gu Huai turned a deaf ear to it, and licked it satiated after a while.Lick off the blood on the boy's neck.

"Wait obediently at night, let's play the game again."

Jiang Yan: "..."

Finding a backpack, Gu Huai put all the pistols and microcharges in the safe into it, and ransacked all the bullets.

Gu Huai put on his bag and was about to open the door. He seemed to have just remembered something, and his eyes flicked to someone who was still leaning against the wall.

"Not going?"

"Go... let's go..."

Jiang Yan was dazed with stares in his eyes, and before leaving, he braced himself and bowed deeply to the dead middle-aged man.

"farewell."

Coming down from upstairs, Gu Huai directly found a police car.

Opening the car door, without blinking, Gu Huai broke the neck of the zombie, dragged him out and put it aside.

Jiang Yan felt a chill in his neck, swallowed, and ran over to take the backpack that Gu Huai was holding.

"Brother Huai, you've worked so hard, just let me recite this kind of thing."

Gu Huai glanced at him expressionlessly, without any objection, leaned over and sat in the driver's seat.

Jiang Yan hurried to the co-pilot and sat down, seeing Gu Huai frowning on the seat for a moment, but didn't move.

The boy was in a hurry. Seeing that the zombies from the police station were about to rush over, he quickly asked, "My brother, are you in a daze?"

"No." Gu Huai shook his head solemnly, "Let me think about how to drive."

Jiang Yan: "..."

"How about I drive?" Jiang Yan patted his chest and said that he was an old driver.

Gu Huai sneered and ignored him.

I took my driver's license test at the age of 18, and I am only 19 this year. Where did the old driver come from?

If it is an old driver who drives in bed, then he still has credibility.

Seeing that the zombies were about to rush over.

Jiang Yan could only open his backpack and take out a pistol, quickly and skillfully put on the magazine and released the safety, and dragged his wrist with one hand to aim at the nearest zombie.

The boy narrowed his eyes slightly and pulled the trigger decisively.

"Touch!" With a sound, half of the zombie's head was broken off and fell to the ground.

Jiang Yan has a gun in his hand, so people don't panic.

Kill the zombies here one by one.

Not a single bullet was wasted.

Gu Huai raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly Jiang Yan didn't lie to him.

This marksmanship is really good, and it hasn't been ten years since he couldn't practice it.

On the invisible side of Gu Huai, Jiang Yan bared his teeth and rubbed the arm holding the gun.

Damn, he almost broke his hand from the recoil.

This buddy from the original body is too weak, right?The wrist is as thin as a girl.

Sure enough, people can't pretend, this hand can't be lifted without rest for three or four days.

Fortunately, Gu Huai finally remembered how the car was driven when more zombies surrounded him. He turned the key, put it in gear, and stepped on the accelerator.

In the beautiful Chinese that Jiang Yan blurted out, the two of them were on the road firmly.

A police car passed by at high speed on the dilapidated street, and when the zombies didn't react, the car disappeared.

Jiang Yan firmly grasped the handle of the car window, and said without tears: "My good brother, this is a car that is about to be scrapped, you can't use it as a racing car..."

"En." Gu Huai turned a corner calmly.

With the sound of the tires rubbing against the ground, it was also accompanied by the muffled sound of Jiang Yan's head slamming into the car door.

Sweet and melodious...

Jiang Yan was extremely thankful that he, who held the handle half a minute ago, didn't break the glass and fly to a wider world in the big turn just now...

Or fly to the zombies who are looking at him with love and extending their hands to invite him...

A smile flashed across Gu Huai's eyes, and he asked casually.

"Is the car... comfortable?"

Jiang Yan: "..."

What a problem.

This car is not that car, right?

And how the hell should answer this?

It's comfortable, what if Gu Jingchong takes it seriously and sends him drifting a few more times?

Jiang Yan was not sure if he would fly out with the handrails.

To say it was uncomfortable, there must be more cruel traps waiting for him.

"It's hard to answer?" Gu Huai's face was cold, and he glanced over lazily with his green eyes.

Jiang Yan straightened his back, sat upright, and flattered him as soon as he opened his mouth.

"I just indulged in your superb driving skills for a while and couldn't extricate myself. I felt the blood and excitement of racing!"

"The flat and broad avenue makes you feel like you drove out of the 18th bend of the mountain road, and I have to say something awesome, Klass!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Yan clapped exaggeratedly.

"Boom!"

Gu Huai took another sharp turn calmly.

"Wash it up tonight and wait."

Jiang Yan opened his eyes wide in horror.