Chapter 29 Jiang Shao

When the little boss heard the Zhao family, his eyes jumped. Obviously, he was more concerned about this aspect.

But there is still some distance from the inner city of Jiangcheng, and even if what happened, no one knows at all.

Immediately, the little boss looked a little sloppy, with murderous intent in his eyes...

Fang Fan shrugged, a cliché plot.

Seeing Zhao Yaxin's angry face, Fang Fan patted her on the shoulder to comfort her.

"Don't be angry with your identity everywhere, many times your identity will put your life in danger."

"Guan Hai, Hans, let's solve it."

Fang Fan waved his hand, and the Yellow Turban Leader Corps and the Gothic Submachine Gunners Corps, who were hiding in the large truck behind them, shot at the same time. These dozen or so guys with weapons were not opponents at all.

Without even firing a single shot, the Yellow Turban leaders dealt with it with the machetes in their hands.

There was blood all over the place, and the scene was spectacular.

"Lord, three pistols and seven semi-automatic rifles have been confiscated."

Guan Hai came forward to report the victory.

"Well... move them to the car and move on!"

Fang Fan nodded, lit his jeep, and continued on his way.

"Just now...Thank you."

Zhao Yaxin's face was a little flushed. She originally wanted to help Fang Fan, but she didn't expect to end up doing it a disservice.

"I should thank you, you are also kind."

Fang Fan shrugged, seemingly indifferent, and continued to drive forward.

Zhao Yaxin stared at Fang Fan's back, it was hard to imagine that this cold-looking little man could kill so decisively.

Only a few days after the end of the world... This will has been exercised.

The closer you get to the inner city of Jiangcheng, the more zombies there are. At the same time, there are correspondingly small survivor camps in groups of three or five, and the figures of the survivors are constantly shuttled.

When they saw Fang Fan's car passing by, each had a malicious expression on their faces, but when they saw the more than 20 heavily armed soldiers being transported in the truck behind, they put their fangs away again.

"In front of you is the inner city of Jiangcheng."

Zhao Yaxin reminded silently.

"Get off! Get checked!"

At the gate of the inner city, a temporary fortification was erected, guarded by many heavily armed soldiers on both sides.

The leader was a young man with red hair, holding a submachine gun and yelling at the pedestrians.

"Hong Mao, it's the young lady who is back! Today, you are guarding the city gate..."

Zhao Liang, who hadn't spoken for a long time, hurriedly called out when he saw Hongmao, and he seemed to know each other.

"It's Uncle Liang... Get out of the way, everyone! Let the car go in first!"

When Hongmao saw Zhao Liang, his expression changed immediately, and he hurriedly started to clear the field.

"Wait... I said what happened to your Zhao family? Don't you know what to check? It's all ordered from above, and no one is allowed to enter at will!"

"Can you still do it? No, get out of here!"

A group of fully-armed men and horses walked in the distance. The leader was wearing black leather armor and had several teeth marks on his face, which seemed to have been bitten by a zombie.

"Jiang Shao, this is our eldest lady..."

The red hair was originally black, and was about to raise the muzzle...

After seeing the face of the visitor, he quickly whispered.

"Yo... It's Miss Zhao... What's the matter? Is this coming back? The old man of the Zhao family has been very angry these days!"

"Miss Zhao naturally doesn't need to investigate, but these people... how come I've never met them? What if they are thugs!"