Chapter 933 The generosity of stingy friends 5

   Outside, the soldier carried a few bags of garbage and walked to the balcony at the top of the RV. He came to the railing and looked at the strong people present.

   And with his appearance, the countless strong men below instantly turned their eyes to the bag in his hand, and then looked at the companions next to him. These actions were all made by the strong men of the mercenary guild.

   "Going to do it."

   Two bounty hunters from the mercenary guild whispered, and the eyes of the other hunters next to them gradually changed.

"Old Ma, you said that we don't have the exoskeleton suits on those bastards. If we meet a fifth-order new human, will we die immediately? After a while, you will follow me. It's not fair at all. I've known each other for so many years, I don't want you to die."

   "No." The old horse shook his head at his companion's nagging. He looked at this friend with guilt flashing in his eyes from time to time.

The person around him was a few hours before the apocalypse broke out. At that time, the two of them met while waiting for people in the waiting hall of the station. Because they were both playing the same game, they teamed up with each other. team.

   After three hours of waiting, the two had a preliminary understanding of each other. When they finally got on the bus, they thought they would be separated, but fate is such a wonderful thing. They all went to the same city for a distance of 100 kilometers.

When    met again, the two couldn't tell the wonder in their hearts, and it was also at this time that the end of the world broke out.

The two kept each other warm, carried through the darkest period of the apocalypse, stole things, walked on the wall full of zombies, beat the boss of the survivor force, and robbed the supplies of the Biker Party together. The two worked together to kill a second-order zombie.

Up to now, the two are still safe and sound. It seems that the hypocrisy of human nature in the end of the world is not effective between them. The two maintain the brotherhood before the end of the world. friendship.

   But in the last days, interests and your own life are the most important things. Friendships and brothers are worthless in front of these things!

  If possible, Lao Ma hoped that he should have pulled this friend into Sanqi Dao, but it was too late!

   "Why not, things are unpredictable, so be careful,"

The companion sighed, but as soon as the voice fell, he felt something in front of him. He fixed his eyes and looked at it. It turned out to be a packet of Chinese. Cigarettes can be compared with gold worth millions!

   A truly worthy luxury!

And this pack of cigarettes was actually given to him by Lao Ma. It was incredible. After having known each other for such a long time, he knew very well what kind of person Lao Ma was. From his own point of view, Lao Ma was a good person. Just too stingy.

In the past five or six years, he has never received anything from the old horse, but he can't wait to swallow all the treasures in the apocalypse, just this pack of Chinese cigarettes, let alone a whole pack, usually he can give An ordinary cigarette by itself is thank goodness.

   It is the first time that I am so generous today!

   He didn't react a bit, which was a bit abnormal.

   "Old Ma, how are you today?"

   Lao Ma shook his head, but soon lowered his head again, and the other party couldn't see his already moist eyes.

   "It's okay, do you miss me? I've known you for so long, and I haven't given you anything good. Forgive me, this pack of cigarettes is what I gave you. This is the first time, and it's..."

  Lao Ma is followed by a paragraph "and the last time."

   But he stopped when he said the word, and his abnormal behavior also made his companions very strange.

   "What, it's alright, I still don't know your virtues?"

Although the companion was puzzled, he didn't care. He quickly tore open the package of the Chinese cigarettes, took out two of them, put one in his mouth, and handed one to the old horse. , but pinned it behind the ear, and then reached out to the pocket, as if to get something.

   "Hey, look, what are those people doing with red sleeves?"

   At this time, his companion noticed that several people in front of them had red sleeves from their pockets and put them on their arms, which made him a little curious.

   "Those few seem to be yours, oh old horse, why are you wearing them too? What are you going to do? What's the use of these red sleeves?"

  Old Ma heard that he looked up and then shook his head. At this time, there were no tears in his eyes, but indifference.

   "Nothing, just for identification."

   "Is it easy to identify? Identify what?" the companion asked like a curious baby.

   But the boss didn't speak any more. After putting on the red sleeves, he looked up at each other and said, "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, why are you sorry for me? You only gave me a good thing soon, isn't it, two times, okay? There's no need to feel guilty." Look forward.

   "That's not what I said."

In the back, Lao Ma's voice without the slightest emotional fluctuation sounded, but the other party still didn't notice anything wrong, and replied casually: "It's not this, what is that?" As soon as it fell, his face instantly became dull, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

"You..." He uttered a word with a trembling voice, his tone was full of sadness. In his eyes, the expression changed rapidly, there was grief, fear, and ridicule. Exceptional horses!

  I'm not a fool myself, I have long suspected this, but he trusted the old horse too much, he planted it, and planted it in the hands of this long-term friend!

  In the last days, the only thing he can trust is the weapon and strength in his hand, and he delusionally wants to break this rule, foolishly thinking that Lao Ma is the brother who will never harm him!

   He is too naive, the end times are cruel! Why should I believe him!

   He slowly lowered his head, and as his eyes moved down, he saw the tip of the blade stained with his own blood!

   A sharp H-steel dagger penetrated directly from the back of his neck. The dazzling blade is so conspicuous, like his own life that will eventually die.

   "Yes...sorry, my friend."

   The sound of the old horse behind him became more and more guilty. He seemed to be able to sense that the old horse was bowing his head and didn't dare to look at himself, even if it was part of his body!

   "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, I don't want you to be my enemy, I'm sorry, don't blame me, it's a last resort, you can only blame...you chose the wrong place."

   (end of this chapter)