Chapter 20 Greedy Survivor

The survivors looked at Fang Fan with a little fear. After all, Fang Fan and their bravery were deeply imprinted in the minds of these survivors.

These survivors are also forced to come out to kill zombies and become stronger... They are still in that self-protection stage.

People like Fang Fan who enjoy killing zombies... of course they can't do it.

There are cards and magic crystals all over the ground, Fang Fan and a group of legions lying in the pile of zombies for a breather...

The eyes of the survivors gradually changed.

There is still fear, but more greed.

They each looked at each other and nodded secretly.

"This strong man, I think you are tired too. We will collect these cards and magic crystals for you..."

"We know that you and your legion are very powerful, but you must be very tired after killing so many zombies in one breath, right? Don't force us... We are too many!"

"We just want these cards and magic crystals...don't force us!"

Survivors around them gathered around each other, and they exuded wolf-like eyes with a hint of aggression...

Fang Fan lowered his head, feeling inexplicably sad for these people.

Surviving in the end times is not easy.

But people like this kind of greed are also the most hated by Fang Fan.

It's a man, you can go and fight zombies, go and fight them! Even if you die, you will be happy!

And this behavior in front of me is robbery!

He grabbed Fang Fan's head!

"These are my spoils, you shouldn't take them."

Fang Fan's voice was calm, and he was trying his best to control his emotions.

"Humph! But if we hadn't surrounded these zombies, these zombies would have already run away. Why shouldn't we take some loot?"

"Besides, whoever sees it has a share, why not let us take it? You are all exhausted, and you should also give us some spoils!"

"We don't want to kill you, but don't be too arrogant!"

"We took the spoils, and we won't take your life!"

These survivors suddenly shaped themselves into righteous people in an instant, turning looting into a righteous act of killing the rich and helping the poor...

These zombies... need them to contain?

If Fang Fan hadn't led the two major legions to kill these zombies, most of these survivors would be buried here today.

Their reasoning is a set of sets... It's a pity... It's not pleasing!

"I'll say it again, drop the spoils and get out!"

Fang Fan's voice was still calm, like microwaves in a pool of clear water, slowly rippling.

"impossible!"

"Hum! It's all a group of soft-footed shrimp... don't bother..."

...

Fang Fan stood up, Guan Hai also stood up, and Hans also stood up...

The wind is still whistling, the blood is still flying...

The smell of blood on the battlefield became stronger and stronger.

The looters in front of them fell in a pool of blood in their terrified eyes...