Chapter 951: Violence

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After hearing Song Ziyu's question, Tian Zhuangxiong froze on the spot.

"Who do you want me to find?"

Tian Zhuangxiong asked with a confused look on his face.

It's not surprising that Tian Zhuangxiong couldn't remember his transaction with Song Ziyu. This fat guy never took Song Ziyu's transaction seriously from the beginning to the end, so this situation occurred.

Face this situation!

Of course Song Ziyu was very angry inside.

If it were the previous Song Nuyu, he might still communicate with Tian Zhuangxiong in a soft voice^_^溂

But now Song Ziyu has gradually become violent during several time travel operations.

Faced with Commander Tian's pretense of madness, Song Ziyu directly slapped Commander Tian in the face with a powerful backhand.

on the spot!

Commander Tian's round face, which was originally peaceful and peaceful for the country and the people, was swollen from the beating.

"How dare you hit my father..."

Tian Xiaofei wailed and growled lowly.

Before he finished speaking, Tian Xiaofei's head rolled off his neck.

Song Ziyu wiped the knife in his hand, looked at Tian Zhuangxiong with cold eyes and said: "What I despise most in my life are these guys who have no ability and still make noise. They don't even know how much they weigh."

Song Ziyu didn't kill Tian Xiaofei smoothly before because he didn't take this second generation ancestor seriously. Now he did it brazenly. It must be said that Tian Xiaofei was asking for a hammer.

"Xiao Fei...ah!"

When his son was killed, Tian Zhuangxiong's emotions fluctuated violently on the spot.

But Song Ziyu said coldly: "Don't cry hypocritically. Your son's fate is entirely his own choice! Arranging for someone to ambush me? Want to kill me? Does he have the ability? Obviously not...Similarly Yes, you don’t have this ability either.”

As he spoke, the blood sprayed from Tian Xiaofei's neck had stained Tian Zhuangxiong's face.

Commander Tian, ​​who was dominating the island, was now like a pig on the chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.



At this time, Song Ziyu was still showing off his excellent language talent and psychological offensive.

While wiping the blood-stained knife with the woman's underwear on the bed, the woman at the foot of the bed was so frightened that she fainted... Although Song Ziyu didn't know whether the woman was really faint or pretending to be faint, in fact these are not important, the important thing is Women's lace panties are really easy to use. They are made of pure cotton and absorb blood very well.

"Commander Tian, ​​these consequences are all your own fault." Song Ziyu said calmly: "When you wanted to kill me with a bomb, you should have thought clearly about the consequences of doing so."

Tian Zhuangxiong lay on the ground, heartbroken.

Song Ziyu continued: "Your son is even more overestimating his abilities. Does he think he is really powerful? Or does he think that I dare not kill him? Therefore, his death is considered as a tuition fee for himself. I hope he can be good in his next life. Learn well."

"ah!"

Tian Zhuangxiong suffered a strong psychological impact.

Seemingly realizing that he had no chance of a comeback, Tian Zhuangxiong lay on the ground and actually started crying.

It's hard to imagine that such a heroic figure would cry so miserably.

But Song Ziyu had no empathy at all.

Because Song Ziyu already knew what this guy was doing.

"Commander Tian, ​​don't be too busy crying."

Song Ziyu's voice was like a devil, grinding in Tian Zhuangxiong's ears.

"If you feel that your experience is miserable and your situation is terrible, you should think about Secretary Liang and a group of officials who were executed by you in the banquet hall... You used the pretext of treating them to treat them to a meal. You died at the banquet, and you didn't shed a single tear at that time."

Song Ziyu said coldly: "By the way, there is also your immediate boss Yu Lao. He single-handedly promoted you and made you a logistics officer of the local military region, and then the deputy commander of the division. But how did you repay him? You raped her granddaughter and hung the old man to death in front of many officers and soldiers! What you did was just to establish your own prestige."

"So? Do you think that today is karma?"

"Maybe it's because you habitually do things right when you do things, that's why you have today's results!"

Song Ziyu scolded him, and finally completely penetrated Tian Zhuangxiong's psychological defense.

The fat man lay on the ground crying like a primary school student who had made a mistake.

Song Ziyu had no intention of persuading him, but just looked at the crying man coldly.

The longer he cried, the more frightened this guy was.

Song Ziyu must make full use of the endurance of this fear and continue to torture and destroy this guy.

Don't do it!

It’s hard for Song Ziyu to eliminate the hatred in his heart!

a long time……

Commander Tian finally stopped crying after crying all his tears.

Song Ziyu gave an order, and two soldiers from the Blood Fang Team entered the room.

"Captain, what are your orders?"

The two were sharpening their knives, their eyes filled with murderous intent.

Seeing this scene, Commander Tian trembled.

He seemed to realize that his life was coming to an end.

"Don't kill me...I'm still useful!"

Tian Zhuangxiong shouted: "Aren't you looking for someone? Looking for that person, please leave me alive and I will help you find someone."

Song Ziyu looked at Tian Zhuangxiong coldly and said: "Commander Tian, ​​if you were so cheerful yesterday, maybe we could still have a friendly communication. I asked you, why are you so stupid?"

After saying this, Song Ziyu ordered the two soldiers: "Go, get water for Commander Tian to wash his face, and then change into clean clothes."

Tian Zhuangxiong's eyes rolled, and he wanted to delay: "It's not easy to find someone in the middle of the night, isn't it?"

Song Ziyu knocked on Tian Zhuangxiong's head and said, "Now, it's me who teaches you how to do things, not you who teaches me how to do things! Do you understand?"



Michonne is fifty-one years old today and is a seemingly gentle woman.

As a senior scientific researcher who enjoys a national subsidy, Michonne's research projects are very cutting-edge and even a bit eccentric.

It stands to reason that this unworldly woman, due to some genius ideas and her own coincidence, has embarked on a completely different path in the branch of science.

but!

It's too late to say this now.

The sudden outbreak of the zombie virus instantly destroyed the human world.

The research institute where Michon was working turned into a zombie den overnight. If he hadn't been lucky, he might not have been able to escape from the laboratory at all.

But after leaving the laboratory, his tragic fate had just begun.

My daughter was infected with the zombie virus and became a walking zombie.

In order to protect herself, her husband died on the way to escape. In the end, he found the military camp and sought asylum from the military. After finally arriving on this island, he lived an inhuman life.

On this island, hundreds of thousands of people do not receive the most basic protection, and everything that can be given up has been given up.

Although Mi Qiong is a national-level scientific researcher, scientific research is of no use in the face of the cruel reality.

At this time, Michion, who was tossing and turning from hunger in the middle of the night, was lying in her shack, staring at the starry sky in a daze.

In such troubled times, perhaps death is a relief.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound outside his shack.

Someone groped Michon's side, pushed the woman to the ground, and then began to take off her pants.

"let me go!"

Michonne wanted to struggle, but she had no strength.

The person holding Michon down was a widower in his fifties. The old man said in a low voice: "Old girl, let me do it, and I'll give you this cornbread. I know you haven't eaten for several days."

Hearing this, a tear slipped from the corner of Michion's eyes, and then she gave up her struggle.