Chapter 5 A stunning shot and a sad arrow

When night fell, the caravan raised a bonfire by the road. Except for the people holding guns and warding, everyone gathered next to the fire. All kinds of food rolled in the cooking utensils, emitting a tempting fragrance. Several children turned around the fire and played and played, occasionally passing in and out of the crowd, and occasionally hitting the walking adults, and no one interfered. But strangely, although these children ran a large range, they carefully avoided a small fire. Even when a five or six-year-old ran closer to the other side because of excitement, the other children stopped and looked at him blankly.

When the child realized that his mistake was only a few steps away from the fire, he stopped in shock and looked at a man sitting behind the fire in horror, and did not even dare to turn around and run away.

The beating flames outlined the bright and dark colors on the man's face. He narrowed his eyes slightly, handed over a piece of bacon carried by the branch in his hand, and asked, "Do you want it?"

The boy pursed his lips and shook his head desperately. The man smiled. His smile was actually very good, but now the light was wrong, so under the influence of light and shadow, it became ferocious and terrifying. He slowly took back the branches, put them on his mouth, took a bite of the bacon, chewed them slowly, and at the same time lowered his eyes, no longer looking at the child. But perhaps because he was too frightened, the child still stood in front of him, neither moving nor speaking.

A woman walked over from behind the boy, patted his shoulder, bent down in his ear and said, "Go and play." Then the child turned around and ran away like a general amnesty.

Angela walked to Ye Zhiqiu, sat down, and said, "You scared him."

"Am I that scary?" Ye Zhiqiu teared the bacon, which was part of what he found in the supermarket. Foreigners have a scientific name called bacon. In fact, it is similar to domestic bacon, but the ingredients are different. Ye Zhiqiu actually doesn't like the strong spice flavor in this thing, but the meat is better than other foods. Most sealed foods have shelf lifespans more than six months, so under Ye Zhiqiu's leadership, Anchorage, which can rob various stores and warehouses, is not very short of food now. However, Nevada does not have the natural conditions as natural as Alaska. The weather here is too hot and there is no artificial refrigeration. Many foods have started to deteriorate before they have reached the shelf life. Even some canned foods have been bulging, but the shelf life of bacon is a little longer.

Angela took an avoidant attitude towards Ye Zhiqiu's problem. Ye Zhiqiu's behavior in the afternoon was too amazing. Unfortunately, the audience's appreciation level was limited and he couldn't accept it, so he naturally took a stay away from him. Angela's psychological tolerance was relatively strong and familiar with him, so she could face it safely. Of course, Claire could have done better, but she just slapped Ye Zhiqiu, and she was avoiding the victim and preventing her debts from being collected. She really didn't have the mood to make do with him.

Seeing Ye Zhiqiu sitting alone on the side, Angela couldn't help but feel sorry for him. This guy is undoubtedly very powerful and has a huge force. Unfortunately, his emotional intelligence is limited and he only cares about establishing his authority, but he does not consider the ability of the relevant people. Now that Li Li is too powerful, he scares everyone, right?

She reached out to pick up a piece of bacon from the fire and sent it to her mouth and bit it gently. The rich fragrance immediately filled her nose. Angela moaned happily, leaned back, supported her body with her left hand, looked up at the sky, her upper body curves were revealed in only one pullover, and she whispered: "It's really a dream life."

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at her body outlined by the fire and handed her the bottle of wine at hand: "Is this your dream life?"

"What? It's so simple?" Angela turned her head and noticed the bottle that reached in front of her. So she took it back and took it, smelled it, and said strangely: "Wine? I thought you would like the spirits."

"I don't like strong wine." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head. Jill likes strong wine. He doesn't even like any alcoholic beverages. When he was in China, he was despised as having no interest. Unlike real people, although he despised him back at that time, this sentence touched his thoughts, so he would occasionally indulge in it. When he entered the supermarket during the day, he did not think about finding something. In fact, for his situation at that time, as long as he could go in and out, even if he achieved his goal, he would not be able to do so.

With the principle of empty-handedness, he still produced a lot of good things. This bottle of wine was also a temporary idea. When he took it, he didn't even see what kind of it was. To be honest, the supermarket was quite dark. He had to pay attention to the sneak attacks of zombies and didn't have much energy to study the label of alcohol. Anyway, for fake petty bourgeoisie like him, as long as it is wine, it doesn't matter which brand. He didn't know that Bordeaux was the most expensive in the past eight years. In fact, he had never heard of this brand before. Even if he happened to drink it, he might still think it was too dry.

Angela shook the bottle and took a sip at the bottle. Barstow's commercial targets are mainly tourists. The variety of wine is not good, but it will not be too bad. However, although Ye Zhiqiu has been opening the bottle for a while, the bottle mouth is too small and the wine does not have sufficient contact with the air, so the taste is not very good.

Angela took the wine in her mouth and turned it around for a few times before swallowing it, then asked, "What did He Rong say to you just now?"

"What else can I do?" Ye Zhiqiu smiled. After he came out of the supermarket, He Rong strongly invited him to spend the night with them. Ye Zhiqiu was indeed curious about the caravan, otherwise he would leave if he slapped his butt and didn't have to protest at all, so he agreed. As a result, after settling down, He Rong came over and asked Ye Zhiqiu for a while. After he couldn't find out the key points, he began to invite Ye Zhiqiu to join,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

Ye Zhiqiu was not interested in being a bodyguard for the caravan. He just wanted to know how He Rong drove away the zombies. Although he performed a simpler and more effective way to He Rong, it was obvious that he could not promote it. Judging from the appearance of He Rong and his men, their combat effectiveness was not even comparable to that of the militia under Ashford, so his methods were definitely more suitable for ordinary people.

Like Ye Zhiqiu, who only fought with his past, although He Rong was an American, Tai Chi pusher was not bad at all. It seemed that he could be the leader of the caravan, but not his brain, so the two of them gestured around, and it turned out to be like an old man in the park who was practicing in the morning, except for relaxing his muscles and bones, and refreshing his spirits, he didn't take anything.

Seeing that there was no advantage to take in Ye Zhiqiu, He Rong was not disappointed. He talked a few more words and left. His caravan began wandering around shortly after the disaster. He saw many good things and great people, and being rejected was common. Although he had never heard of this saying that business was not good and righteous, he did it well, and he did it well. He didn't know if there was any chance to meet in the future. If he couldn't do business, he could leave a good impression. The principles of businessmen's affairs were actually the same in the East and the West, especially when his strength was not allowed to be rich by plunder and could only do business in a regular manner.

Angela was eating barbecue and drinking wine. She was so happy to hear Ye Zhiqiu talk about what had just happened. Until Ye Zhiqiu closed her mouth and stopped talking, she woke up like a dream and handed over the bottle of wine in her hand: "Sorry, I forgot to give it to you."

Ye Zhiqiu took it and poured it into his mouth. He didn't even remember that this was equivalent to kissing Angela in a direction. Angela didn't say anything, so she took out a pack of cigarettes from her pocket and handed it to Ye Zhiqiu: "I turned over what you brought out, there was no cigarette."

"I don't smoke." Ye Zhiqiu shook his head. Compared with alcohol, he was less interested in tobacco. Although he occasionally rubbed one with his comrades, it was just to avoid being different.

"I guessed it." Angela took back her hand, blew on the cigarette box, lit it for herself on the bonfire, and then carefully put it away. "If you go to any store next time, remember to send it out for me, I won't choose the brand."

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at her and happened to see her intoxicated look. She spit out a cigarette ring very skillfully. So she shook her head. He was almost middle-aged. The education he received since childhood had a great influence on him, so he had no good feelings for the girls who smoked. Unfortunately, Jill also smoked occasionally. Although he was picky about the brand and fragrance, he was undoubtedly also smoked. There were many smokers among European and American women. The only women he had never seen smoke were Nicole and Claire, and even Ding Feiyu smoked - well, of course he was a man.

Angela noticed his movements, pinched the cigarette and looked at him: "Don't you like tobacco?"

Ye Zhiqiu then shook his head, thought for a while and added a spoof: "The meaning of smoking wood."

Angela had never read "Soldier Assault". She didn't understand Chinese at all, so she naturally had no reaction to this famous quote that Ye Zhiqiu had tampered with. She narrowed her eyes in a seductive way and looked at Ye Zhiqiu: "What does it mean?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at her ignorant eyes and had to say it again in English. As a result, Angela laughed loudly, trembling with laughter, without any ladylike image.

"Is it that funny?" Ye Zhiqiu was puzzled by her laughter. He watched her hand holding a cigarette in front of him, and his eyes suddenly condensed. The brightness of the bonfire is not as bright as that of the light bulb, but they were close enough, and Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were also very sharp, so he could see the lines on her palm at a glance, and there were two invisible bumps on it. He also had such bumps on his hands, which were often polished out by holding a gun on the handle.

Of course, this conclusion is quite arbitrary. In addition to the gun handle, there are many things that can be called out at the tiger's mouth and the second knuckles, so Ye Zhiqiu's eyes were just certain and he immediately moved away. Angela was busy laughing and didn't notice it at all.

She smiled for a while before panting and asked, "Do you only do meaningful things?"

Ye Zhiqiu shrugged and watched her not speak. Angela slowly approached him and gently stroked Ye Zhiqiu's neck naked/exposed outside her vest with her right little finger holding a cigarette: "So do you think it's meaningful to have sex?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at her and desperately reminded herself that this woman was unknown. It was cloudy tonight, and the moonlight was neither beautiful nor gentle. Although she was not a hundred-sharp steel, she could not simply turn into soft fingers. But looking at Angela who was slowly approaching, she still felt her heartbeat start to accelerate, and her eyes involuntarily landed on her tall chest. She heard her dryly ask, "Is this a teasing?"

"It depends on what you think." Angela let out a sip of cigarettes and watched the smoke rings spread across Ye Zhiqiu's face. The man was not choked. Obviously, he didn't smoke like he said. She whispered: "Do you know what I hate most tobacco?"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the weapon slowly expanding in front of him, thinking about whether to distance himself. To be honest, he had never touched a woman for so long after leaving Anchorage. Especially after many hard battles, the result of the large amount of adrenaline secretion is dissatisfaction. Now Ye Zhiqiu really needs to make a choice between rational and physiological needs. Sometimes, Ye Zhiqiu's will is not as strong as it seems.

Angela slowly leaned on Ye Zhiqiu's chest, and she stretched her right finger to the side and flicked her finger. She sucked a small half of the cigarette butt and turned into a meteor and flew into the fire. She whispered in Ye Zhiqiu's ear: "It's when kissing, there will be a smell in her mouth."

"Okay." Ye Zhiqiu thought to himself: "It's all for this, let's just follow her." So he reached out and hugged Angela's waist, kissed her lips, and said vaguely: "Maybe, it's still tolerated."

With a gurgle, it was not the sound of two people who were hugging each other falling to the ground, but by a fire not far from the two people, Claire angrily threw the water tank in his hand on the ground, and fell on the ground with the soup of wheat crops, emitting an attractive fragrance.

Rosemond looked at her helplessly: "I specially put a few extra pieces of beef for you."

Claire turned around and stared at him fiercely: "Does men like older women?"

"It depends on how big it is, and what kind of man it is." Rosemond answered honestly. As a senior magician, he is still very knowledgeable about this. However, when he is different from most of his peers, he occasionally plays a guest appearance in warriors, so he has his own persistence. Loli and small breasts are not his development direction. So his eyes fell on Claire's chest and shook his head: "You know, Rome is not built in one day, and women are not developed in one day." He withdrew his gaze and looked at the beating fire in front of him: "Don't be discouraged, in a few years, it will be someone's turn to envy you."

Claire was stunned for a moment, looked back angrily, and happened to see Ye Zhiqiu climbing up from the ground with Angela in her arms and walking into the sparse woods behind the fire. So she couldn't help but kick the stainless steel water cup on the ground, which scared Rosemond, and grinned with heartache as she looked at the scattered beef pieces.

Angela hooked Ye Zhiqiu's neck and asked softly: "Where are we going?"

"There is no one." Ye Zhiqiu sweated heavily, thinking to himself whether you want to publicly promote lust? Even if you have this hobby, you have to consider my psychological endurance!

Angela Geez smiled, buried her head in his chest, and whispered: "Actually, no one can see clearly the place just now, as long as you can still bear it."

Ye Zhiqiu looked up, stopped, and said firmly: "Let's just go here."

Tonight, the moon is not dark, the wind is not high, the grass is not deep, the forest is not dense, and it is not very suitable to kill people or rob people. However, it is also possible to make do with a lively and fragrant ocean horse on the spot.
Chapter completed!