Chapter 30: Pity and Anger

　　"Bang!"

　　That shot didn't hit. It would be outrageous if such a random blind shot could hit the target.

　　After throwing the flying knife, Moore and Sean rushed out of the door and ran in two directions.

　　The gunman on the opposite building was still in a daze, so Moore and Sean hid behind the building again.

　　"call out!"

　　The crossbow arrow cut through the sky like a startled wild goose, crossing the distance of nearly a hundred meters between the two buildings.

　　Even though the crossbow in Daryl's hand is the valuable "Horton Scout".

　　This distance is almost the limit, and even the crossbow arrows shot out will have a noticeable drop.

　　But to a good hunter, it doesn't matter, whether it's falling or what, it doesn't matter.

　　Important:

　　As long as it is within the range, as long as I want to and I am willing to, then I will definitely hit it!

　　"Bo~"

　　A slight sound like bubbles bursting.

　　But what shattered was not the bubble, but the gunman's eyeball.

　　The crossbow arrow exploded his eyeball and pierced his brain, and white liquid mixed with blood flowed down the arrow.

　　"One." Daryl muttered to himself, picked up the crossbow and moved to another position.

　　The crossbow arrows made too little noise, and the gunmen were separated and had no professional training, so they didn't even know that someone had died.

　　They saw Tom's body on the street and Joey crawling on the ground and didn't know what to do.

　　"Save me, save me! Shit! Save me!" Joey on the street was calling for help and climbing towards the building.

　　But no one came to rescue him.

　　Ben is in a building far away, which is a conference room. The wide floor-to-ceiling windows provide a clear view of everything on the street.

　　Ben also had a dozen men standing behind him. Some were fat, some were thin, some were tall, some were short, some were black, and some were white, but without exception,

　　All men.

　　"Boss, what should we do?"

　　Red is the most muscular black man besides Ben, and he is also Ben's confidant.

　　"I'm fucking thinking! I'm fucking thinking! Fucking hell!" Ben became angrier and angrier as he spoke, and kicked a chair in front of him.

　　Red knew that his boss had a bad temper, so he didn't dare to say anything more.

　　Ben shook his head, picked up the chair in front of him, and managed to regain his composure.

　　"Red, take a few more brothers with you and shoot them. I'll take people directly to the police station to get weapons. The sound of gunfire will soon attract zombies. We have to hurry."

　　At this time, one of them said weakly, "Boss, I don't think they are ordinary people. We shouldn't separate now. Why don't we go get our weapons and leave together."

　　Ben got furious when he heard this. He took a few steps forward and kicked the man over. "They killed two of my men, Tom and Joey, and we're just going to let it go? They're not ordinary people? They can't be SEALs."

　　Joey was not dead yet, but no one dared to say anything.

　　In the apocalypse, minor injuries will heal on their own, while serious injuries will lead to death. Although the knife wound Joey received was not fatal, it was obviously not light.

　　Ben cares about Joey and Tom. What he cares about is not their life or death, but the fact that he has lost two of his men.

　　"action!"

　　…

　　Joey on the street seemed to understand something, or perhaps he had understood it a long time ago, but only now chose to accept reality.

　　He didn't know who he should blame, or, no matter who it was, it was Moore and his group who had hurt him.

　　He hated his boss for abandoning him.

　　If possible, he wanted everyone to be buried with him!

　　At this time, zombies began to appear at the corners of the street, attracted by the noise.

　　They spotted Joey on the street and smelled the fragrant and delicious scent of blood.

　　They walked with shaky steps, extremely excited, as if they were going to meet the lover they had been thinking about day and night.

　　Look, they are making excited and urgent sounds, are they expressing their longing?

　　"Uh uh…" "Uh…uh…"

　　Joey saw the zombies, smiled self-deprecatingly, stopped crawling, and took out his pistol.

　　But he was not aiming at the zombies, but at the building where one of the gunmen was hiding.

　　He pulled the trigger and a loud gunshot was accompanied by his crazy laughter.

　　"Bang! Hahaha! Where are they! Go quickly! That's where they are hiding!"

　　I don't know whether Joey was talking to the zombies or to Sean and the others.

　　It didn't matter to Joey, he knew they all heard it.

　　"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."

　　There were gunshots, and he fired a total of six shots, not only at the buildings in front of him, but also at the building where Ben was located which was farther away.

　　T was shocked, looking at Joey on the street, there seemed to be some pity in his surprise.

　　The shotgun in his hand was clearly pointed at the target, but he didn't pull the trigger.

　　Although Joey's shots did not hit anyone, they exposed the positions of all the gunmen.

　　Not three, but five. Daryl has killed one, leaving four.

　　And T's position is just right to look down on the gunner.

　　Although a shotgun is not as good as a rifle, it still has good accuracy at a distance of one hundred meters, and T's shooting skills are still pretty good.

　　All he had to do was pull the trigger and the man would be dead.

　　But T-boy didn't pull the trigger for a long time.

　　For an ordinary person, the word "murder" is easy to spell out, but it is not that easy to actually do it.

　　The several hidden gunmen on the opposite side were also surprised, but their surprise was not accompanied by pity, but anger.

　　Maybe they would have felt some sympathy for Joey's situation just now, but now, Joey has actually exposed their location.

　　This is betrayal!

　　There was only anger! One man even pointed a gun at Joey, but he didn't pull the trigger.

　　It wasn't like he suddenly had a change of heart. He put the gun away with a smile.

　　On the street, a group of zombies were approaching Joey. Compared to being bitten to death by the zombies, shooting them was simply a luxury.

　　The nearest zombie was only a few meters away from Joey, and Joey also recovered a little from his madness.

　　It stumbled as if it was about to throw itself into the arms of its lover.

　　But Joey is not its lover. What greets Joey is not a warm embrace, but a ferocious bloody mouth.

　　"call out!"

　　The crossbow arrow shot out across the sky, and the only gunman among them who was holding a semi-automatic rifle, who was also the most threatening, fell down.

　　"Two." Daryl gently placed the crossbow on the ground.

　　Looking at the crossbow, Daryl's eyes were particularly gentle, and there was a reluctance that was almost overflowing.

　　But there are no more crossbows and arrows. Next, whether it is a gunfight, a sneak assassination, or facing the zombies.

　　The crossbow is already a burden.

　　The next action was even more dangerous, and Daryl had no confidence that he could survive.

　　"I'll come find you if I can."

　　Daryl jumped down from the second floor.

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