Chapter 69

"Want to go out to play..." the boy didn't dare to lie, and no one could ask for help, so he had to speak miserably.

If at ordinary times, the headmaster would let him go and write a review.

But now, he won't do that.

But took out a cane from the side and beat him wildly. He couldn't bear it in his eyes, but he was hard hearted.

"Play?"

"Is it fun?"

"What if I meet a zombie?"

"Can't you run?"

"Didn't I say you shouldn't go out until you meet the army or the police?"

"Turn a deaf ear to my words? What do the rules say? Twenty vines!"

Pop!

Pop!

Without mercy, he pulled out twenty vines. Under the frightened eyes of the whole class, he said to the boy, "go to class!"

"Yes!"

Frightened, the boy hurried to his seat, but he couldn't sit down. He had to lie on the table so that he could be indifferent to everyone.

"You continue my class!"

The headmaster, like a tyrant, shouted angrily at the teacher on the stage.

The man trembled and reluctantly continued to talk.

"Zombies are absolutely inaccessible. Anyone who touches them will lose his life. If you want to find your parents, you must..."

"The headmaster is in the back. If you don't accept it, you can also learn from Xin Shu and go out to see if your ass will blossom."

No one laughed.

Because this joke is not funny at all.

At first, some people ran out, but then the headmaster locked them up.

After that, whoever runs again will be beaten.

If you are injured or bitten, you will never appear in public again.

The terrible headmaster will send them to hidden places.

……

Compared with what the students think is a terrorist headmaster.

Several people maintained high respect.

If it weren't for him, it would be impossible for dozens of people here to live.

As for beating and scolding children

It's the end of the world. If they don't be cruel, will they have a memory?

Patter.

The headmaster took out a cigarette from his pocket and turned on a self-made fan behind him to let the smoke flow out from behind.

People just didn't notice this scene. They just felt that he kept clapping his hands. They thought it was a hobby, but now they know

Originally, I was afraid of second-hand smoke.

It's just

Nothing to say!

Before they came in, if Zhang Qiang and Qin Xiaoyu had plans to bully, they would be completely gone at this time.

This headmaster with dark black glasses, a sip of his mouth, a movement, and even a cigarette lighting posture is extremely terrible. In their hearts, the image is completely tall.

"You can see the situation here. Let's go out and talk."

He shook his messy gray hair and carefully put out the smoke. It seems that he has only noticed a few people now.

This is because he used to adopt moderate education.

Every time he hits a student, he feels the same way.

You need a cigarette to calm your mind.

Several people nodded quickly.

I don't know when their initiative was handed over to the headmaster.

Some white suits, a pair of shoes with rubber soles suitable for walking, a black spectacle frame, and two pairs of trembling hands.

There are wrinkles on the cheeks with vertical and horizontal gullies. It looks like an old man in his old age.

However, his actual age is only in his forties, less than 50.

"I know that after the disaster, people are the most useful and reliable labor, but what I want to say is..."

He suddenly took a gun out of his arms: "if you dare to shoot my students or manipulate them, don't blame me for my ruthlessness. I don't care even if it leads to zombies!"

The other two teachers also stood around him.

"Don't get me wrong. We're here just to see. There's absolutely no other meaning."

Zhang Qiang quickly waved his hand.

He remembered most clearly that Fang Mo was like this when he took the gun.

When the next moment came, he shot the poor scum who didn't even leave his name.

He was 100% sure that the headmaster had made the intention to shoot them to death.

Or

Have you ever encountered a similar scene?

Zhang Qiang doesn't know!

He can only wave his hands and raise his hands at the same time, saying: "well, our boss won't want to take root here. He's not suitable here, and he doesn't want any drag..."

"He'll be back in a minute. We'll leave then."

The headmaster clearly didn't trust him. After asking several more questions, he slowly lowered the muzzle of the gun.

……

Fang Mo sat at an intersection. Behind him was a big pot with billowing black smoke.

Firewood crackled below.

Plans can never catch up with changes.

What he had planned was to have a rest and then clean up the zombies in the subway station.

However, he never thought that he had met such a group of people.

He didn't even dare to see it.

Because he was afraid that he would expose his weakness.

Ruthlessness will be synonymous with him.

As for the great things, let others do them.

What he has to do is to leave a bit of fire, hoping to leave some possibility for the future.

In the back of the cauldron, the disaster gel is rolling.

About fifty.

It's really not too easy for him to kill 50 zombies. If he joins four people together, it can be done in almost half a day.

But those people can't, so he wants to leave some hope and flame for them to live.

At this time, what he is doing is recording some evolutionary elements on a piece of paper.

It is not as clear as ye Qingcheng, but it is definitely the beginning of the road of evolution.

With this beginning, I think they can create more beauty.

Fifty cataclysmic gels that are enough for human evolution, a simplified version of the second stage report, and the weakness of zombies.

Shua Shua!

He strove to write, and within a moment he filled two pages.

He wrote about one third on the third page, looked up at the zombie approaching in the distance, and sneered: "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

As he spoke, he put the three pieces of paper away and ran out like a shell.

At the moment when some zombies were about to attack him, he killed them completely.

In less than half an hour, he harvested nearly sixty cataclysmic gels.

It's just himself. If he united the four people, I'm afraid he could do better and get more.

Gasping for a few breaths, he came to the big pot and looked at the fifty gels that had already been glistening, and a smile appeared on his face.

Like melting icebergs and rising sun.

But soon, this warm smile disappeared, but directly turned into a combination of coldness and cruelty.

Carrying three backpacks, he kicked the big pot to the ground, and then hurried towards the gym.

A moment later.

He got together with four people again and let them get on the bus first.

Qin Xiaoyu spoke at this time.