bookandnovel 313: Timothy Was Almost Killed
313: Timothy Was Almost Killed
Everyone waited quietly.
The sound of smashing against the wall came one after another.
inside the store.
"Cracked?!"
Timothy, who was about to swing the hammer again, suddenly felt something.
Taking a closer look, I saw that the wall was cracked, but the inside was not leading to the courtyard behind the gas station.
There is a mezzanine?!
Timothy was shocked.
"continue."
Xiao Yuan seemed to have known it a long time ago, and his face was unusually calm.
There was no need for Xiao Yuan to talk any more nonsense, Timos spit into the palm of his hand a couple more times, picked up the hammer, and slammed it down.
The moment the hammer fell, Xiao Yuan opened the space barrier, forming a small protective shield around himself.
"vomit!"
A huge stench hit violently.
Timothy turned his head and squatted on the ground and began to vomit.
After I vomited the breakfast I ate in the morning, I started to vomit the acid area.
"What stinks so much?"
Timothy asked with twisted facial features. 20
Immediately, he raised his head and glanced, his expression changed instantly.
"Go out if you are afraid of the smell. In addition, all the supplies in the alcohol and tobacco cabinet belong to you, and you can take them out by the way."
Xiao Yuan threw the flashlight to Timothy and said without looking back.
"Then my oil..."
"I'll fill it up for you when I go out."
Timothy pinched his nose, held a flashlight in his other hand, and crawled away.
He didn't understand how Xiao Yuan could live in such a smelly place?
When he was about to leave the small shop, Timothy stopped suddenly, turned around abruptly, quickly tore off a piece of cloth from his coat, and wrapped his hands around it. "Ten fists hit the protective glass of the alcohol and tobacco cabinet next to it.
The glass counter shattered.
With a swipe, Timothy stuffed most of the cigarettes into his pockets and his underwear, and then used more than 20 bottles of good vodka under his armpits and thighs, held his breath, and slowly left the store.
Outside the gas station.
Glenn and Kubrick got into an argument.
Kubrick believes that there is a huge danger in the store, and Xiao Yuan and Timothy should be decisively abandoned [with other members to the camp where they can sleep tonight before dark.
Glenn strongly disagrees.
"Glenn, you consider the life of a Xia countryman more important than our mission, so you don't mean you secretly betrayed the camp and took refuge with Shirin's group?"
Kubrick sneered.
"Chicken, shut your stinky mouth!"
Glenn blushed.
Kubrick has yellow, chicken coop-shaped hair, coupled with his pointed head and lean body, he looks particularly like a chicken.
So the rest of the camp secretly nicknamed him: Chicken Little.
"Glenn, what did you call me, say it again!"
Kubrick naturally hated this nickname extremely, his face twisted and he was about to launch an attack.
The subordinates who had split into two camps a long time ago also looked at each other with murderous looks.
Those who remained neutral were hesitant and panicked.
at this time.
There was movement in the dark shop.
Everyone turned their heads and stared at him intently.
slowly.
The humanoid creature that wriggled out gradually had a blurred shadow.
"There are mutant zombies!"
I don't know who yelled.
Everyone, the one who loads the bullet, the one who drives the cold weapon drives the cold weapon.
"Don't do it, it's me, it's me!"
Timothy yelled hastily.
"Timoth?"
A vanguard member who could recognize Timothy's voice froze for a moment.
"That's right, I'm a human being, not a mutant zombie!"
Timothy said.
I also feel that if it is a second later, the whole person will be smashed into a sieve by bullets.
More importantly, the vodka that was brought out with great difficulty will be broken if it is not handled properly.
"What's the matter with you, you can't even walk?"
Kubrick's eyes darkened.
The voice just fell.
Timothy came out and came to the place where there was light.
Only then did everyone discover that the reason Timos walked in an awkward way was because he was full of vodka.
Kubrick snorted.
The others breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good catch, Tees?"
Glenn laughed.
"So-so. Uh, captain, according to the rules, these things are all mine, right?"
Timothy was a little apprehensive.
Although rule 190 is a rule, this is an accident in the doomsday era. Only when the fist is hard can the truth be hard.
In order to prevent his teammates from being too jealous, he deliberately left a small amount of cigarettes and vodka in the cabinet.
"Of course, with me here, the rules will follow. But you have to reserve 10% of the supplies as tax.
Glenn nodded naturally.
"Thank you Captain!"
After Timos got affirmation, he put the vodka and cigarettes he carried on the ground on the ground, and then quickly moved them to the tank truck he was driving in batches.
"What did you encounter inside, why is there such a loud noise?"
Glenn asked.
"Oh, it's nothing. Mr. Xiao Yuan asked me to help him smash the wall. He said that after smashing, these things will belong to me."
Timothy hid the fact that Xiao Yuan had promised him that the fuel tanker was full of fuel.
Xiao Yuan's act of letting him hit the wall was too strange, and the reward was so generous that it was astounding.
Timothy is very curious, but in this day and age, the exuberant curiosity will not last long because of this.
So Timothy wisely chose to forget some things to his comrades. .