Ye Ziwen stood outside the car, holding the submachine gun that was distributed to him tightly. It felt cold to the touch, and his heart was cold.
That was called regret. It would be good to learn a little in the car.
Why did he rush out in a moment of rashness? furthermore, why did the gun in his hand feel different from what was written in the books?
"I'll pull the trigger, right?" The monk's voice came from behind.
Fortunately, the monk had instructed him to use charge. If he were to use snipe, the zombies would pounce on him and ye Ziwen would probably die before he could even aim.
The zombies rushed over, and the rest of the people opened fire. The empty effect of the bullets entering the bodies made the zombies cry out in pain!
Ye Ziwen looked at the ferocious-looking zombie in front of him and felt his heart panic. He felt his liver tremble and his soul cry!
His breathing was rapid, his heart was beating wildly, and his entire body was trembling!
