The rise of cannon fodder in the end times

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Chapter 102 The Assault: The Rise of Cannon Fodder in the Last Days

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    Numbering according to their seating order, from left to right, fat man No. 1 happened to be sitting next to Xia Qing, and he should be unlucky enough to be operated on by Xia Qing.

    Fatty No. 1 staggered on the chair, the chair tilted down, leading a person on the mountain, Xia Qing reached out and lifted the person up and hit the opposite wall. Fatty No. 1 closed his eyes and seemed to faint.

    Xia Qing snorted, picked up the person and smashed it three times before letting go.

    "What do you want to do?" The other three fat guys were frightened and slapped the door desperately, shouting, "Liu Xing, Tang Dalong, what are you doing, open the door!"

    Zhou Yunlu stood up and sneered, "Don't bother, yours People should end up with this fat man now!"

    Without the helper, the three of them stopped yelling. Although they all have abilities, they are not much different from the fat man No. 1. You can imagine the one who got off the train.

    But as the owner of a restaurant, they are still businessmen.

    "I agree to all the conditions mentioned." Seeing that Xiaomei Xue took a machete and walked over at some point, the three fat guys stopped hesitating and angrily accused, and saved their lives.

    "Let's talk about it, which restaurant is it? What's its name?" Xia Qing asked before Zhou Yunlu could speak, "Furthermore, talk about the bad things I did after the end of the world. Maybe I will let it go when I feel good. You guys."

    Xia Qing sat down on the chair at the end of the table, leaving the machete on the table smoothly.

    "I

    am— " The nearest fat man said here, suddenly raised his head and rushed towards Xia Qing. At this moment, a piece of metal that was as thin as a cicada's wings and gleamed under the light suddenly appeared. Xia Qing's neck!

    "Go to hell!"

    "Xiao Qing—"

    "Be careful— "

    Xia Qing looked at the fat man who was numbered three with cold eyes, "It's up to you to die!"

    Seeing that the metal piece seemed to be born with wisdom, as Xia Qing's voice fell, he suddenly turned around and shot into Fatty No. 3's neck with a swish!

    The blood gurgled out, and Fatty No. 3's outstretched arm dropped weakly, his eyes widened, "You,

    you-- " the aorta ruptured, and Fatty kicked his legs before he could finish his last words.

    The carpet was quickly wet with blood, and Xia Qing wrinkled her nose, "Hurry up, or have you figured out how to die?"

    Anyway, it's not a good thing, kill it.

    The reason she didn't rush to kill was because she wanted the families of the victims to avenge themselves, but since she rushed to death, she could do it too.

    With two puffs, the remaining fat guys No. 2 and No. 4 knelt together.

    "Spare heroine, we really don't know the idea that guy made, we just want to survive, and we promise no matter what conditions!"