Before I had time to deal with the alcohol issue, a group of uninvited guests came to the compound.
At noon, Wang Qi was alarmed by a loud "bang" coming from downstairs.
I went to the window where the curtains were thin and observed that someone had kicked in the door of the underground garage. It turns out that not all survivors are as qualified as the old lady's family.
Wang Qizhi frowned: This is because the brain is not developed, the door is not locked, kick him.
A group of people entered the underground garage. Four more people could be seen outside. Two sleds were parked at the back entrance of the compound.
Did the group that stole Xiaoqiang's animal legs refuse to accept it before?
There was movement behind her, and when she turned around, she saw that it was Li Xiang. He gestured for her to come over, and the two of them got together to observe.
Soon someone came out of the garage, holding two Xiaoqiang's tentacles in his hands, screaming, probably calling others to go down and catch Xiaoqiang.
Xiaoqiang is too miserable!
Everyone can cause trouble. Someone will steal when you are not at home, and someone will rob you when you are at home.
Wang Qi gestured to Li Xiang: He goes down and she helps control the number of people fighting.
Li Xiang nodded.
Wang Qi found a damaged window, stepped on the edge of the window and jumped out.
The landing was not as beautiful as in the comics. A toad squatted and stood up steadily.
Because of the need for Li Xiang's dynamic shooting practice, the snow on the side of the courtyard was cleared to some extent. Wang Qi's landing point was directly on the cement floor, and he was not covered in snow after he stood up.
Three of the five people in the courtyard saw him landing and pointed at him with their mouths wide open, while the other two turned their faces.
"Yo yo! Isn't this a nocturnal ghost? No wonder it wasn't registered with the Latour Gang." The man who just came out of the garage said something, holding up Xiaoqiang in his hand with a smile on his face, "What? Do you have any opinions?"
The words were spoken so fast that Wang Qi didn't understand him, but looking at his facial expressions and movements, he could tell that he wasn't holding in his words well.
"put it back."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, I don't." He smiled playfully with contempt in his bones.
While the two were talking here, the three people behind who had seen Wang Qi jump from the building had retreated to the back door of the compound and stood with the sleigh.
Wang Qi opened his mouth, not knowing how to organize his words, so he decided to give up reasoning and communicate with truth instead.
He drew out the ax hanging on his side and approached the opponent with vigilance for long-range attacks.
The face of the man carrying Xiaoqiang changed and he shouted: "Do you know the consequences of going against the Rathore Gang?"
Wang Qi ignored him and just stared at the man holding Xiaoqiang's hand and speeding up his feet.
"Fucking copycat!" he roared and tried to retreat, holding a short spear in one hand as a defense.
The spear head of this short spear is made seriously, and then it has a wooden handle. There is a groove at the end of the wooden handle, and it seems that it can be temporarily lengthened.
A few steps away, a man hurriedly grasped the short spear and tried to get closer to his companions. Suddenly a crossbow shot from the building. The man was caught off guard and staggered to a halt in the snow, but at least he was not hit directly by the crossbow. Among them, only the sleeve was punctured and the most was scratched.
At this time, another figure appeared at the garage door, and it was too late to support his companions on the slope entering the garage.
The one who caught Xiaoqiang handed the short spear forward.
Compared with the speed at which the mantis monster swung the sickle, it was like slow motion. Wang Qi swung his axe, the handle of the ax knocked the spearhead from the side, and the back of the ax went straight to his hand that was holding Xiaoqiang.
In a self-rescue instinct, the man let go of Xiaoqiang, but he didn't expect that the speed and power of the Night Walker's axe were so outrageous. The short spear's attempt to block it didn't even slow down the opponent, and his retracted hand didn't dodge the axe.
There was no scene of blood spilling and severed limbs flying around. The thick clothes acted as protection. The back of the ax cut into the clothes, and the sound of cracking bones could be heard.
Before he was done, Wang Qi raised his foot and kicked the thigh, separating the two of them.
"Ah ah ah ah ah--!"
He exerted very little force, and the other person sat down on the snow and slid to a stop less than three meters away. Perhaps his brain finally received the pain of the bone fragments piercing into the muscle tissue, and he started howling like a slaughtering pig.
He glanced at the three people holding short spears and shivering outside the back door. The one who was buried in the snow nearby had not yet gotten up.
The newly rescued Xiaoqiang was already crawling. They could probably sense the heat source and took a very precise route, following the corner of the slope towards the garage.
Following Xiaoqiang's gaze, Wang Qi's face was already pointed at the person at the garage door down the slope.
"Put it back." He still used three words to express his meaning.
The man at the door looked confused. He hadn't figured out the situation yet. I remembered that there should be five people outside. Why didn't this man chop his brother and no one helped him?
"Weasels, lemmings, are you there!?" he shouted.
Wang Qi is not a violent man, give him some time to reflect and look at the above people.
The man who was knocked down by Li Xiang's crossbow arrow had already risen halfway up. When he saw the miserable condition of his companions, he immediately stepped forward and yelled at the three hiding outside the back door: "What the hell are you doing!?"
"That's a monster!!!"
"He just jumped from the fourth floor and landed on the cement floor!!!"
"We come here to buy Agger's goods, not to kill monsters."
Several rebels finally revealed the information they should have provided from the beginning.
They spoke too fast, and their pronunciation was distorted due to stress or other reasons. Wang Qi didn't understand a word, but he understood that they were a ragtag group of people, not comrades who relied on each other.
This judgment made him relax a little. After all, he had never really killed anyone, and six or more people fighting against him would make it difficult for him.
Wang Qi made a gesture to ask Li Xiang to pause shooting and keep observing.
Although the opponent doesn't look like a good person, this kind of quality is probably normal in the wasteland? There is really no need to slaughter a few little ones.
His gesture caught the opponent's attention. The guy who had just stood up and scolded his teammates finally remembered to remind his teammates in the garage:
"Wild dogs! There are crossbowmen upstairs!"
The crossbowman is an extremely dangerous character. The concept is different from the archer, because the crossbowman is more likely to hide himself in the corner and attack like the legendary sniper. In contrast, due to the structure of the bow, at least half of the bow and the human face can be seen in the attack upstairs and downstairs. In addition, the bow in the wasteland is more like an ancient bow. The arrow speed is much slower than the crossbow, making it slightly easier to defend. Of course, the prerequisite for being easy to defend is that there is only one archer.
The man who was called a wild dog originally wanted to use some harsh words to see the effect, but gave up when he heard there was a crossbowman.
This is someone else's territory. There are so many traps that the crossbowman has to go through if he wants to get close to the building, and the guy in front of him who is listening to a few bastards is not easy to deal with.
Wang Qi waited for the squealing guy to turn into a squealing one, and spoke to the people at the door of the ice wall again: "Insects, send them back, you guys, leave."
At this time, there were three people behind the ice wall. They must have gathered when they heard the movement. Including those outside, there were a total of eight people... seven and a half. The one who had his hand cut off probably had little fighting power left.
The leader of the group, nicknamed Elk, remained silent after arriving at the entrance of the garage, looking at the nocturnal ghost on the slope weighing the pros and cons.
He didn't see the scene, but only heard the shouting outside. He felt that jumping from the fourth floor was not a monster. If the snow was thick enough, there would be people on the sixth and seventh floors who dared to jump. The fourth floor, at most, showed that this person was a little brave enough. Skill.
That's right, if you're not brave enough, you don't dare to face a group of them alone.
The crossbowman is indeed dangerous, but it seems that only one person has discovered the crossbowman so far, which is enough to show that there is only one crossbowman. If that doesn't work, you can try to trigger the mechanism and start from inside the building.
Thinking of this, the elk stood up from behind the wild dog: "Friend, we didn't bring enough supplies when we went out to carry out the mission. Even if you lend us your brick, we will receive a thank you gift from the Latour gang later."
Wang Qi, who didn't understand, could only observe his expression, tone and movements.
This man had a righteous look on his face, and the sword-like object in his hand had three surviving little beasts on it, which made Wang Qi a little annoyed.
"Put it down, bugs, you guys, and leave." He sounded more serious.
"It seems that friends in the city have never heard of the Rathore Gang. Let's go deal with the crossbowman and give him lessons outside!" The last sentence was much louder.
The exorcist couldn't understand human speech, maybe he was spoiled by other survivors.
The two people in the doorway followed the speaker with villain smiles on their faces and retreated into the garage. Wang Qi noticed that there were three identical spears behind them. They were not delicate enough in terms of sense and affected their flying speed.
Do you want to ambush him inside, or do you want to catch Li Xiang?
He raised his eyes and looked at the ones above.
The guy who was knocked down by the crossbow was standing awkwardly in the middle, neither advancing nor retreating.
The man who had been gifted an ax was still humming. If he looked carefully, he had already climbed several meters away.
The three people outside the back door were moving forward, but when Wang Qi saw them, they moved back out of embarrassment or fear.
Ignoring the coward above, Wang Qi walked directly towards the ice wall. He thought of something on the way, inserted the ax back into his waist, and pulled out the steel bars on his back.
Although this group of people ignored his request at all and it was absolutely not unjust to beat them to death, he believed that they still had some civilized qualities and should be gentle and give them a chance to participate in labor reform. If they are too strong to hold back, that is their own fault.
Surprisingly, he didn't hesitate much when he made up his mind to kill. Maybe the few months of living in the wasteland really turned him into a beast.
