Why not hang yourself on the southeast tree

Chapter 185: The Lost Sheep: The Unrivaled Stubborn One (12)

The leading tanks encountered a group of survivors who were dressed in rags and looked as miserable as homeless people.

At least, he looked alive.

Du Ruo heard the driver in the driver's seat click on the pager -

It was something like a walkie-talkie, and a steady male voice came from it, asking Ichiro Yamaguchi whether he would accept any survivors.

Ichiro Yamaguchi raised his eyelids.

[How come you have the ability to escape from the zombies, but can't go out to sea to find a way to survive?! I'm not a charity, if there are people bitten or scratched by zombies among them, we will all die here! ]

There was silence on the other end of the pager, no hi, no no.

[Mr. Yonekura, this is a survival game. It's about who can survive to the end. I don't want any more of our people to be killed, not even one! If they want to follow me, they can follow me. You can't open the door.]

【Hi! 】

The other side responded. Only the man sitting in the gunner's position could see from the rearview mirror in front that although Yonekura-kun was lying down, his whole body was tense. The veins on the back of his hand holding the joystick were bulging. He pursed his lips tightly, and his eyes were dimly immersed in thick ink.

What a coincidence, among the crowd outside was Mikura-kun's brother, the one-armed hero.

If he hadn't recognized him, Yonekura wouldn't have asked even though he knew Ichiro Yamaguchi's temper.

Once you open your mouth, you are begging for mercy.

pity……

That brother refused to join the Yamaguchi-gumi with his family, otherwise...

This team of survivors looked very united, mostly composed of young and strong men, with two or three middle-aged women with resolute faces and children tied to their bodies.

Mikura-kun stepped on the brake pedal and turned the accelerator on both sides at the same time, and the tank continued to move forward steadily.

The gunner turned on the external speaker to inform the people outside - [Come up if you have the guts! ]

This sentence is extremely brief and extremely cruel to everyone.

The crowd was silent. An ignorant child could not stand the depressing and desperate atmosphere and burst into tears. The woman carrying him on her back did not try to comfort him.

The zombies rushed over again. She held a long knife in both hands, ready to fight at any time.

Du Ruo was very silent. She had heard what Yamaguchi Ichiro said just now. She also heard clearly what Sang Yangyang had said when he stared into her eyes and kept muttering "The Holy Mother was struck by lightning!"

Now she has to rely on others to survive, so how can she be qualified to be a saint?

Yamaguchi Koharu suddenly came over and said, "Du Ruo, haven't you been drawing a comic strip? Although everything in front of you is cruel, don't you want to draw it? If you don't want to, then I'll have to ask Sang Yangyang for the drawing board and paint!"

Sasuke had just used the machine gun to shoot the zombies climbing onto the car body when he heard this. He cursed several times in his mind -

The young master is such a fool. Is it really okay for the boss to pass the Yamaguchi-gumi to him?

Will you ask the brothers to hand in a painting every day in the future? !

It would be better to ask zombies to eat his brain to save him from suffering...

【What? 】

[Crack, crack, crack——]

The ewe was lazily curling up her long legs and taking a nap, when she suddenly heard the cry of her calf and looked up with hazy eyes.

Sangyangyang just waved his little hoof, and a pile of painting materials appeared on the open space, including those of Du Ruo and Yamaguchi Koharu.

Sasuke and the driver, who had their backs to this side, didn't see it. Only Ichiro Yamaguchi was surprised.

He glared at his grandson and the girl, then turned to stare at the cute lamb that had been placed on the ewe's back, and finally understood why Xiaochun had been so insistent when getting on the bus.

It turned out to be a real treasure! Even he was a little jealous.

The two began to paint and sketch, outlining the picture on paper with the fastest and simplest lines, and then making additional additions later.

Out of respect, no one disturbed anyone and the car was silent.

In addition to the continuous thunder and lightning outside, heavy rain came late, hitting the car windows, making quite a noise.

Mr. Yonekura still maintained his previous speed so as to prevent the survivors who were following him on both sides from falling behind. The heavy rain soaked them through in the blink of an eye.

There were still people who fell behind, either because they were left behind after killing zombies, or because they were too exhausted to move their legs, or because their wounds had burst and their bodies were hot and about to mutate -

This person was carrying a child on her back. A piece of flesh had been bitten off her calf by a zombie last night. She was worried that if she collapsed, no one would take care of her child, so she gritted her teeth and held on until now...

Still no miracle happened, is she going to turn into a zombie?!

[Child...my child...]

The child, who had long been tired of crying, had his head tilted to one side and was sleeping very soundly. It would take a while to wake him up.

The woman hardened her heart, grabbed the child's arm forcefully, pulled him out of the straps behind his back, and threw him not far away.

The child was woken up by the fall, and before he could call his mother and cry loudly, he saw a woman with a dark face. He knew it was a zombie, so he shut his mouth and ran away, faster than a rabbit.

The woman looked at his back with satisfaction, picked up the long knife, and stabbed it into his heart with force.

But a few minutes later, her body still staggered to her feet, and with her stiff limbs she chased after the survivor who was emitting a strong smell of meat.

She didn't know that stabbing the heart was useless, she had to dig out the crystal core that was rapidly forming in her brain...

A wronged soul returned to the underworld. She prayed all the way for the child to run faster, faster, at least not to be touched by her body again, because then, she would no longer be a mother...

Yamaguchi Koharu saw this scene, and his hands quickly recorded the entire process of the woman throwing the child, stabbing the heart, and turning into a zombie. He subconsciously blurred the child's face and only drew the woman's appearance in a one-to-one scale.

His emotions were rich and delicate, and his eyes were filled with tears, streaming down.

The name of this painting is "Letting Go".

If that child could survive, he would be able to recognize the painting at a glance, right? !

It doesn't matter if you forget it. After all, a woman probably won't have any other extravagant wishes before she dies...

The cabinet safe house is no longer safe at this moment.

They also heard the thunder just now, but the rain has not come yet.

Mitsui Baia, who was guarding the door, shrank back not too obviously; he was very afraid of thunder.

Koike Hanako was carried on the shoulders of the bodyguard. She had fainted. The large wound on the back of her head was accidentally pulled and was bleeding again. The blood was dripping on the ground, drop by drop, gathering into a small pool, emitting a smell that was particularly tempting to zombies.

Well, they have been gathering for too long. Most of the zombies do not obey orders and have gone out to find food long ago. People have gathered in the area where the cabinet is located. After so many days, there are still many survivors hiding very deeply.

However, everyone also has a sense of crisis. Hiding is not the purpose, but survival. Food and water will eventually run out, and everyone will send people out quietly to look for supplies. At this time, if you are not careful, you will never come back...

Nitta-kun originally wanted to help the bodyguard hold the black box, but he refused to let go.

He was rejected by someone he liked, and no matter how good his temper was, he still felt a little embarrassed.