He Lei pressed down hard, and Yang Buwei resisted desperately. Unfortunately, the opponent's bull-like strength was difficult to compete with when everything was normal, let alone now that he had a gunshot wound to his left arm.
This time Yang Buwei was really scared. The opponent's intention was quite obvious. He was planning to kill himself. Yang Buwei wanted to attack the opponent with a gun, but his right hand holding the gun couldn't move at all. He had to grit his teeth and endure the huge pain. He raised his left hand and groped randomly on the desk beside him, hoping to grab a sharp weapon to help him escape.
"Lei Zi, let go quickly, let's talk to each other brothers! Look what you are going to do!" Seeing that the cruelty didn't work, Yang Buwei had to put on a smile and start getting close to He Lei, but He Lei had already made up his mind to kill him and would not be moved by the bullshit of his so-called brothers. He laughed coldly in a low voice and said: "A fight between brothers? HOHO, it turns out that Brother Yang will also make me lose my family." A dog is a brother, so Brother Yang has become a dog too."
Yang Buwei's veins jumped, but even after he relaxed, it must be said that He Lei's loud voice has always been impressive, but when he whispered in a deep voice, the feeling was terrifying enough: "Ah! Brother Lei!" Ah, what I just said was all drunken talk!"
Yang Buwei turned his head with great effort and curled his lips towards the coffee table full of empty wine bottles behind him, indicating that those bastard words he just said were completely drunken words and could not be counted.
"Drinking talk! Haha, haha!" He Lei suddenly laughed loudly, and the loud laughter made people feel scared from the bottom of their hearts: "Very good, Brother Yang turned out that what he said just now was all drinking talk, so I don't know Brother Yang Do you know how to tell the truth after drinking? It seems that I really have to thank the wine, otherwise how could I know the true thoughts in Brother Yang’s heart!"
"Misunderstanding! Misunderstanding! Haha! It's all a misunderstanding! Brother Lei, don't take it too seriously!" Yang Buwei pretended to laugh, but he kept his right hand behind his back and groped quietly on the table. Eventually he chose a teapot as his weapon of attack.
"Misunderstanding, screw your misunderstanding!"
"Pop!"
"This is to repay you for slapping me in the face just now!"
"Pop!"
"This is to repay you for calling me a bitch just now!"
"Bang!" "Crack!" The teapot shattered into pieces, which showed how powerful Yang Buwei's attack was. However, even with such great force, he didn't get much luck. The wound on his left arm that had just been sutured was cracked open again, and the most fatal thing was that He Lei was unharmed except for a hole in his forehead. He seemed like a perfectly fine person, not moving at all.
The blood slid down his forehead to his eyebrows. He Lei took a handful and then used the tip of his tongue to smear it twice on the blood-stained palm.
Originally, he planned to keep Yang Buwei alive in order to coerce him into ordering his men to leave the factory. But now he has changed his mind. What the other party did just now was equivalent to handing him a death application.
"Haha, haha! Brother Lei, it was a mistake. It was definitely a mistake just now! I...I didn't mean it!" Yang Buwei's face turned pale. He really didn't expect this tall and thick He Lei to be so patient! Such a thick purple sand pot didn't even knock him out when he hit his head. What a fucking monster!
"Ah! It hurts, it hurts!" He Lei fiercely pushed Yang Buwei's left hand toward his chest. The latter screamed in pain, but the scream only lasted for a few seconds, and then suddenly stopped with the sound of a gunshot. And stopped.
When two guards outside the chairman's office pushed in the door, Yang Buwei had already expired and fell to his knees weakly. His head was resting on Here's thigh, his eyes were wide open, and he looked very scary.
"You...you killed Brother Yang!" The man tremblingly raised the knife in his hand.
He Lei turned around slowly, with a ferocious look on his face. The blood on his forehead was already stained half of his face. As if he didn't see the two men, he kicked Yang Buwei away who was leaning on him.
After doing all this, he held the gun in his hand, walked towards the sofa, leaned back and sat down. He reached out and took the bottle of beer from the table, which was half full of beer, and drank it in one gulp.
"Hey, you...you guy actually...killed Brother Yang!"
"boom!"
"What a shame!" The gun in Herre's hand was still emitting black smoke, and he threw the finished bottle of wine onto the table. It changes hands and it's another shot.
"Bang!" Another subordinate also fell down.
In just a few minutes, He Lei killed three living people, which made Liu Fugui's personal doctor tremble all over.
"You, come here!" He Lei turned and pointed at Dr. Liu who was cowering in the corner. The latter was so frightened that he backed away: "Lei... He Lei, I... I have no conflict of interest with you. You... don't kill me. me!"
"TMD, I said I wanted to kill you. I asked you to come over and bandage me! Damn it, look at that bitch of yours, why are you hanging out with Liu Fugui?"
Dr. Liu felt relieved when he heard that the other party had no intention of killing him for the time being, but the three dead bodies on the ground still frightened him. He tiptoed to avoid the blood scattered on the ground, opened the medicine box and began to bandage He Lei.
He Lei held the gun across his chest so that he could take out the gun immediately and react. His brain was running rapidly. Yang Buwei had been killed, which meant that it was impossible for him to gain a foothold in Chunxiu's gang. land, and he couldn't even think of going back to Liu Fugui.
At this point, he could either set up his own business or live an ignoble existence with his butt between his legs. Regarding the latter, Herre, who was used to being the leader, naturally wouldn't think too much about it. Then the only way left for him is to set up his own business.
But setting up one's own business is easier said than done. At least the group of people under Chun Xiu in this factory are unlikely to follow him. Even if they really want to, Herrey doesn't have the confidence to lead them. He doesn't want to be always on guard in the days to come. Being stabbed in the back.
However, the imprisoned troops like Liu Fugui can be mobilized and used.
If successful, there will be no need to worry about personnel. And even if there is a head-on conflict with Chun Xiu in the future, he will still be able to fight.
Once the personnel aspect is resolved, the next thing to consider is naturally the foothold. This factory is undoubtedly the best base. Not to mention rich materials, the city defense is also strong enough.
It's just that the current situation is not clear enough. Once Chunxiu and his gang return to the factory, they will inevitably encounter each other with swords and guns.
This will inevitably attract the attention of the surrounding zombies. Recalling the days when the city was first besieged by zombies, Herrey immediately gave up the idea of occupying this factory as his own.
But he didn't have to leave the factory. He didn't intend to keep the rich supplies inside. Even if he couldn't take away all of it, he had to take as much as he could.
Time was running out, and Herrey, who had figured it out, just did it. He pushed away Dr. Liu who was bandaging him, and walked out of the house with his feet. He now needed to convince Liu Fugui's original team members who were imprisoned on the third floor as soon as possible.
If he could get their help, even if Chun Xiu and his party rushed back in time later, he wouldn't worry about being unable to resist.
When he reached the gate, he suddenly stopped again, turned around and looked inside the house, and felt something was wrong. Once he left, if the guys downstairs came up to report something and discovered something strange here, he would be in trouble. That's big.
As the saying goes, two fists are no match for four legs. For now, I am still alone. Before I get the support of the brothers upstairs, it is better not to rely on others.
But what to do now? Herley locked his eyes on Dr. Liu who was slumped on the ground: "Come here!" (To be continued.)
