In a radius of tens of miles, apart from the group of organized gangsters who had guns, Chen Xin was the only one left.

Immediately, Li Jiaming slapped his thigh, "I'm sorry, Brother Zhenghao, isn't Bai Ling being chased by those three mutant dogs here? Why did he shoot them with guns for no reason? He must have met Chen Xin. Before, Li Fang also told me that Chen Dazhen has a mobile phone, and when he saw the mobile phone, he looked at us in the wrong way, and told me not to yell, they won't save us, save some effort to kill zombies, and live a second longer. It's Chen Xin's fault. It must be some kind of bad water to let Bai Xiaoxi come out."

Li Zhenghao's head buzzed, "My mother!"

"No...it can't be..." What can an old woman do? Li Jiaming couldn't help but stuttered.