And he was like a humble ant, and he couldn't help but have a fear in his heart that made people shy away.
He didn't believe it was a coincidence that he appeared here at this time.
"Who are you?"
There was no response at all.
It seemed like this person was just passing through.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time.
Several people stood up and started to walk outside.
And looking at the man standing in front of him casually, with no intention of giving in.
Mou Ze'an lowered his face, his eyes were gloomy and terrifying, and his expression was momentarily distorted.
"what do you mean."
Normally, Mou Ze'an would not let this man be so arrogant.
If I hadn't gone through such a long battle today, I would have been too weak to care.
The less trouble, the better.
If you stay here for too long, the bloody aura on your body will attract zombies, and you have to return to the headquarters quickly without causing further trouble.
"This friend, I think we don't know each other. If you need anything, you can come to Mou's house to see me. My father is Mou Li, and he is now the special agent in charge of Area C."
"Let's just make friends today."
Mou Ze'an spoke in a calm tone.
A few simple words, but they fully reveal his identity information, and the deterrence and warning in them are self-evident.
The other party's cold eyebrows did not waver at all, as if he was not listening to what he said at all.
Mou Ze'an looked extremely ugly and sneered. This man really didn't know what was good or bad.
He had never suffered such contempt before.
Today, these people are all country bumpkins, and none of them have ever taken him seriously.
Mou Ze'an licked his back molars. He felt really sorry for him. He had already given him a chance.
"Here, go ahead and clean it up for me."
Mou Ze'an calmly arranged the broken hair on his forehead, elegantly took out the prepared square towel, and wiped his fingers clean.
The few people who got the information quickly took out silenced guns from their arms.
Several dark gun muzzles were pointed directly at the man's head.
"Bang!"
Mou Ze'an smiled, made gestures with three fingers, and blew in a pretentious manner.
The person behind him pulled the trigger at the same time.
Several projectiles pierced the air in perfect arcs, bringing a strong sense of suddenness.
A large hole was punched in the pipe in the distance, and the strong air pressure caused the water accumulated in the pipe to rush out.
The water droplets splashed by the high pressure were as powerful as breaking bamboo, staining the ground.
Mou Ze'an turned his back to the man, closed his eyes, and enjoyed the pleasure of killing, which really fascinated him.
The bad things that happened just now have an outlet to pour out.
The sky is gray.
A light classical tune hummed in his throat.
What frightened a few people was that they clearly and accurately attacked the man's vital parts, but the man acted like nothing happened.
A huge and powerful feeling of depression and suffocation came over me.
The people who fired the shots were all covered in black, and they all fell to the ground.
The black and simple blade penetrated bit by bit, destroying everything.
"who are you."
Mou Ze'an turned around suddenly, and several people were twisted into a ball in strange postures.
They were all killed in one blow, and no one was spared.
This person's methods seemed too cruel.
He had a lot of human lives on his hands, and he had no pure respect for these lives.
But he pales in comparison to this man.
A mess of flying and falling objects.
Mou Ze'an's blood was surging, his stomach was churning, and the thick and pungent smell made him almost unable to open his eyes.
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