Zhang Xiao Qiang was about to decline, but Brother Long had already slapped the table, and the two of them transformed into a flash of light, disappearing in a flash.
It would be bullshit to say that he did not have any feelings for the woman, but he was about to set off, and although he did not know why, his final destination was WH City, but how was he going to bring such a beauty along?
And that woman's face was covered in dust, she was definitely a wily old fox, and definitely had a lot of tricks up her sleeves. Zhang Xiaoqiang thought about it, and finally decided not to bring that woman along, and only bring Yang Ke-er, Yuan Yi and the rest. In fact, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not even want to bring Su Qian, she had a lot of thoughts, but he had once said that as long as he could kill zombies, he would bring her along. A man's words must be kept.
After thinking for a long time, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not think too much, and excitedly picked up the Type 81 and fiddled with it, until he loaded the magazine and pulled the bolt. He pointed it at the wall and prepared to fire. Luckily, his rationality came back, and he put down the gun and removed the bullets. He then picked up the magazine and excitedly walked towards the bedroom. He had earned big this time, killing a few dozen zombies and obtaining a rifle, it was too profitable.
"Hehe …" Zhang Xiaoqiang hugged the rifle and laughed, looking like a villain intoxicated with success. Zhang Xiaoqiang walked while touching the Type 81 and thought, if he were to meet an S2 again, he would go up with a thick curtain and fire at it. Hehe, let's see how you die?
Hehe ….
"Pirate Captain, hehehehe, Pink Queen, aiyo, aiyo … aiyo … aiyo … aiyo …" Zhang Xiao Qiang hummed as he kicked the door open. When he saw the flirtatious and beautiful woman sitting on his bed, he choked on his song.
Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the woman in a daze, and when the woman saw Zhang Xiaoqiang enter, she immediately stood up, and did not look at him again. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned and walked out of the room, walking through the living room. He opened Yang Ke-er's door and walked in, and the moment he entered, he felt awkward.
Yang Ke-er was dressed in casual clothes and lying on the bed playing games. Su Qian was wiping the table with a piece of cloth, and Yuan Yi was standing naked on the floor, holding a pink lace bra. It was unknown if she was about to put it on or take it off.
"Bang …" The door slammed shut, and Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the naked Yuan Yi. It was not that Zhang Xiaoqiang had not seen it before, but that was at night. Now was the time of day when the light was the brightest, and all the fine lines and details of Yuan Yi's body were clearly illuminated by the bright light. Yuan Yi's usual shoulder-length hair was let down, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her lips. When she turned her head to look at Zhang Xiaoqiang, that flirtatious look caused Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart to skip a beat.
When Yuan Yi saw Zhang Xiaoqiang, she put down her hands that were in front of her chest, and just stood there, allowing Zhang Xiaoqiang to look at her body. There was not the slightest shyness on her face, and her gaze was clear, without the numbness from before, nor the bloodlust from when she killed. At this moment, her gaze was calm, and only her glass-like pupils reflected the light, like a small lake under the moonlight, giving one a sense of peace and comfort. Looking at her eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt for the first time that she wasn't that hateful, and in fact, her eyes were rather beautiful. Looking at her eyes, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt his restless heart calm down.
Yuan Yi just stood there without a stitch of clothing, displaying herself to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Even though Yang Ke-er and Su Qian were by her side, she didn't seem to care. She acted naturally, like a wife displaying herself to her husband.
Yuan Yi's display was natural, and so was Zhang Xiaoqiang. The woman in his room had long been forgotten by him, and when he shifted his gaze from Yuan Yi's eyes to Yuan Yi's ivory-like collarbone, a huge blanket fell from the sky, blocking Zhang Xiaoqiang's vision. Zhang Xiaoqiang sighed in his heart and retracted his gaze.
Yang Ke-er sat on the bed angrily, looking at Zhang Xiaoqiang from the corner of her eyes. Her hair was a little messy, but in Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes, it seemed natural. Coupled with Yang Ke-er's' I'm very angry 'look, it really made Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes light up.
Without waiting for Yang Ke-er to speak, Zhang Xiaoqiang struck first, "Your Uncle sent me a woman. She's even prettier than Yuan Yi. Her figure, tsk tsk, I'm speechless. Ruo, she's in my room."
As soon as Yang Ke-er heard this, she immediately got off the bed. Without even lifting her heels, she rushed to Zhang Xiaoqiang's room. She had long forgotten about Yuan Yi. After Yang Ke-er left, Yuan Yi removed the blanket from his head. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoqiang had no intention to continue watching, he began to put on his clothes. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt bored and walked out. He didn't want to go back to his room, so he walked to the door.
Zhang Xiaoqiang strolled around the chicken farm a few times. Seeing the sallow and emaciated men evading his gaze, he felt annoyed, so he walked to the generator room. As soon as he entered, he heard the clanking sounds inside. The man who knew how to make weapons was hammering a steel bar. When he saw Zhang Xiaoqiang walking in, he immediately showed a flattering smile.
As Zhang Xiaoqiang looked around, he asked, "How's my weapon?"
The man quickly nodded and said, "I've made a knife and a shield. I've been working through the night to make a mace."
After saying that, the man turned around and picked up a knife from the tool table and handed it to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Zhang Xiaoqiang felt that it was a bit heavy, but it was much lighter than Yuan Yi's tire removal stick. The entire knife was like an enlarged machete, and it was very smooth after a few slashes. Zhang Xiaoqiang looked at the man, and the man quickly found a steel bar that was as thick as a pinky finger. Zhang Xiaoqiang raised the knife and swung it down. "Pu …" After a light sound, the steel bar was cut in half.
The ease with which he cut the steel bar was like cutting tofu. Zhang Xiaoqiang was shocked. He had never seen such a powerful knife before. He carefully looked at the knife. The color of the knife was a bit dark, and there were many small scratches on it. The edge of the knife wasn't very sharpened, and it was a bit rough. Zhang Xiaoqiang turned around and asked the man, "What material is this?"
The man hurriedly gestured and said.
Not far from the chicken farm, there was an old recycling place. There were some discarded or damaged parts from the factory there.
They were all stolen and sold by the factory's workers. The man knew that there were some good things there, so he risked his life to go there to find the materials. He was lucky enough to find an iron knife. It was a treasure that specialized in cutting iron materials. That iron knife became the current machete.
When Zhang Xiaoqiang heard that, his heart skipped a beat. "How much of this material do you have?
How many more rounds can you fight? "
The man thought for a moment and said, "I can fight another round. If it's those small ones, I can fight six or seven rounds."
Zhang Xiaoqiang was very happy. Such a sharp weapon was better than nothing. He ordered the man to forge all the leftover materials into big knives and small flying knives, and promised to double the remuneration.