Chapter 18: Leave your life

The gunshot suddenly rang out and reverberated in the empty parking lot. The man who shot was looking at the broken pistol in his hand blankly, feeling the warm liquid flowing on his forehead, and soon his eyes were covered by the red curtains. He moved his mouth without making any sound. When his hand relaxed, the pistol that he had hoped fell to the ground, and his body also fell backwards at the same time. When his heavy body hit the ground, people saw clearly that the blood on his face came from the small hole on his forehead.

"God." Vincent quickly lay on the ground while the gunshots. He knows everyone around him very well. So if anyone here doesn't want that person to shoot, it must be Vincent. If Yang Chengyu was holding the gun just now, what he needs to worry about is whether the young man would scare him, then what he has to worry about now is who will be hit by that unlucky bullet.

When Vincent lay down, Claire was stunned for a moment and did not shoot back as she had imagined. After all, she did not realize that the person would really shoot at her, so she just blinked reflexively, shrank her neck, and then stared at the man in amazement and fell straight down.

Obviously this result exceeded everyone's expectations. No one expected that the person who shot the gun would knock him down. Of course, if the person shot in the head, it would be a different matter. Now, it is obvious that the man's gun pointed at Claire. Many people's eyes when they looked at Ye Zhiqiu again had become deep fear, which was a deeper fear than facing a murderer. After all, even if they died, no one was willing to die inexplicably.

After a moment of silence, Claire asked, "God, what did you do?"

Of course she asked not God, the old man probably was napping, so Ye Zhiqiu answered honestly: "I asked him to surrender, but he insisted on killing him."

"I'm not asking this." Claire still looked at the body in the distance in disbelief and asked angrily: "What happened to him."

"Uh." Ye Zhiqiu reached out and grabbed Yang Chengyu's right hand. The blood on it had begun to scab. His tiger's mouth was broken. It was the injury he suffered when Ye Zhiqiu hit him in his hand. It looked bloody and bloody, but in fact it was not a big problem. Ye Zhiqiu was almost face to face at that time. The Cort revolver in his hand was held in both hands. The entire gun body was exposed with only a short barrel. Ye Zhiqiu shot the gun in his hand with one shot. It was much more difficult than a headshot. It can only be said that both of them were lucky. It was precisely because of this original

Because the pistol that was shot was shot in the barrel. Although the bullet was not stuck in the barrel, the barrel had been deformed. If you look closely, it would not be difficult to find out. However, the man was only staring at Ye Zhiqiu and Claire at that time, so he did not realize that what he was holding was actually a bomb. Unless he held the gun and pressed Ye Zhiqiu's head, he would only be injured by the blown gun. Of course, the initial velocity of the revolver bullet was not high, and the fragment hit the gunman's forehead. It can only be said that the deceased was too unlucky. Who told him to go against the protagonist?

This matter is easy to say, but it is still irrelevant to explain it clearly, so Ye Zhiqiu didn't want to tell the story honestly. In the face of Claire's questioning, he just shook his head and signaled that he didn't want to get stuck on this issue. Then he put down Yang Chengyu's hand and asked, "Chinese?"

"International student." The woman beside her whispered: "He is from Nanjing."

"Where are you?" Ye Zhiqiu asked.

"Hangzhou." The woman replied, "My name is Yao Meng."

Ye Zhiqiu was stunned for a moment, confirmed that he had heard it correctly, and then asked, "Are you lovers?"

"We are all exchange students at the University of Southern California, Los Angeles, Zhejiang University." Yao Meng whispered: "Professor Michelle is our teacher."

"Biology?" Ye Zhiqiu frowned: "An unforgettable career in studying."

"That's right." Yao Meng agreed very much: "There are precious research materials everywhere here, but we don't have a laboratory."

"Can you speak English?" Claire put away the gun. The amazing way of death of the man just now completely destroyed the psychology of others. Now they don't have to worry about attacks from around them, so she turned her attention back and protested: "Or find you a quiet place to reminisce about the past?"

"We don't need it." Ye Zhiqiu changed back to English and said to Vincent: "I hope you can reconsider my suggestions."

"Can I refuse?" Vincent looked at the gun in his hand: "Or do you want to show your demeanor?"

"The latter." Ye Zhiqiu took out the dry food he carried with him from his pocket, piled it beside Yang Chengyu, stood up and said, "We are not robbers."

"After so many people died," Vincent said: "Is it meaningful to say this?"

"Of course." Ye Zhiqiu said: "When they make a choice, they have to bear the consequences." He looked at Yang Chengyu, who was pale and Yao Meng squatting beside him. I don't know if it was sweat or tears, but the dirt on her face was blown one by one. If you look closely, you can indeed be considered a standard beauty in the South. No wonder she made herself so dirty.

"I'm not a judge and I'm not interested in the sentencing standards. But if you can provide what I want, I can give you some water and food." Ye Zhiqiu looked at Vincent: "It seems that your conditions are not good."

"It will only be worse in the future." Vincent said with a straight face: "You have eliminated most of the brave people here."

"Brave people usually die quickly, so I won't apologize." Ye Zhiqiu looked at him: "Now you have a chance to make the bad consequences appear even faster."

Of course Vincent knew what Ye Zhiqiu meant. They didn’t have firearms. They were brave and fierce on weekdays and almost let Ye Zhiqiu kill all of them. Not to mention combat effectiveness, it would be a problem to find food in the future. If you could exchange some food and drinking water with Ye Zhiqiu, at least the days of food being out of stock could come later. So he looked up at Ye Zhiqiu: “Will you keep your promise?”

"At least I don't need to lie to you." Ye Zhiqiu said.

When Vincent walked away to prepare a car full of gasoline for Ye Zhiqiu, Ye Zhiqiu and Claire stood next to a broken window. As they walked around, the remaining crowds walked away and tried to stay away from them. Because they also had to avoid the bodies on the ground, the empty parking lot began to appear crowded. Surprisingly, the big man John did not participate in the attack on them. When the crowd dispersed, Ye Zhiqiu noticed that he was standing alone next to the window where the body was just thrown. Although his eyes were fierce, he did not mean to step forward. It was not until Vincent walked away that he followed him.

"Your compatriots are in a bad situation." Claire said. It was obvious that Yao Meng and Yang Chengyu were isolated. No one was willing to stay by their side. Ye Zhiqiu waved to them. Yao Meng was using a piece of cloth to wipe the blood on Yang Chengyu's hands, but he didn't see his movements. So Ye Zhiqiu walked over, Claire picked up his shoulders and stood by the window and looked at them.

Ye Zhiqiu handed over his water bottle, and there was a roll of bandage and disinfectant powder, and asked, "There are only you guys here?"

Yao Meng took it silently, carefully poured out a little water, dipped it in a cloth to wipe Yang Chengyu's hand, Los Angeles alum near the sea, but the temperature was not low, so it was not easy to obtain drinking water, so she couldn't bear to squander. Yang Chengyu would have recovered a little of his energy and answered carefully: "They are all dead."

"It's not easy." When Ye Zhiqiu saw Yang Chengyu talking, he looked at Yao Meng carefully. The latter was just focused on his work and did not seem to notice Yang Chengyu's small movements. He couldn't help but feel a little strange. Vincent once reminded them of what happened, but it was obvious that they were unwilling to mention it.

"At least we are still alive." Yang Chengyu replied. Yao Meng, who was on the side, suddenly asked: "Is there any domestic news?"

"The disaster has not spread, the only one who has the tragedy is the American continent." Ye Zhiqiu knew what she wanted to ask and answered immediately.

"I don't want to come out, it's my parents." Yao Meng whispered: "They want me to study abroad."

"They must regret it now." Ye Zhiqiu whispered.

Yang Chengyu lowered his head and thought for a moment, and asked strangely: "Are you sure that it's okay in China?"

"I'm sure. Not only is it okay in China, but Europe, Africa, and even Australia." Ye Zhiqiu said: "We are just unlucky."

"I hope Japan is over, too." Yang Chengyu whispered.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at him with interest: "You look quite like an angry young man."

"You said I'll just let go of my mouth?" Yang Chengyu looked up at him.

"I mean you have a great life." Ye Zhiqiu thought for a moment, pulled out his pistol, removed the magazine, pulled the bolt and took out the loaded bullet, and handed it to him: "Can you use it?"

Yang Chengyu hesitated to stretch out his left hand. When he held the gun, his right hand was inside, so the tiger's mouth was completely broken. At this time, he couldn't hold the thing at all, but it was better to protect the left hand outside.

His hands were slender and thin, with slender fingers, which were a little larger than Yao Meng's. Fortunately, Glock's handle was not big, and it was not a bargain to hold it in his hand. He looked up at Ye Zhiqiu, not understanding what he meant.

Ye Zhiqiu heard the sound of the car engine and turned around to look. Vincent drove a SV out of the depths of the parking lot. He drove the car to Ye Zhiqiu's car, put down the window glass, and asked Ye Zhiqiu loudly: "It's this car."

"Of course." Ye Zhiqiu circled around the SUV, and a thick layer of dust fell on the body of the car, but the engine sounded very smoothly. Claire came over and wanted Vincent to open the gas tank cover to see. The fuel meter in the car could do its tricks, so he would just look at the steady fuel tank. Ye Zhiqiu waved his hand to stop him and said to Vincent: "Send us down, don't you still want the things in my car?"

As he spoke, he opened the car door and saw John sitting in the car staring at him. He couldn't help but be stunned. To be honest, he didn't expect this guy to sit in the car honestly. For a moment, John's strong body tensed up, but he quickly relaxed again. He looked at Ye Zhiqiu and smiled: "This is a reward, you have done what I always want to do."

"You mean killing all those people? This is my honor." Ye Zhiqiu signaled Claire to sit in the front row. It was not a wise choice to squeeze with this big guy. Ye Zhiqiu suffered this loss on c130, and it was obvious that it was necessary to retain space.

After Claire sat next to Vincent, Ye Zhiqiu turned around and handed the magazine in his hand to Yang Chengyu: "If you want to shoot, don't hesitate."

Yang Chengyu stared at Suv driving into the passage, and then looked up at Yao Meng, who was also stunned.

The access to the parking lot was obviously cleared, without any debris, but it was still impossible to open quickly. Claire sat next to Vincent and suddenly said, "I thought you would take them with you."

Vincent glanced at her and knew that she wasn't talking to her, so he turned around. Ye Zhiqiu was silent for a while and said, "I don't think that would be safer."

"They are good people," Vincent interrupted. "If it weren't for this disaster, they would be very happy."

"Your students?" Claire said: "You can see that you take good care of them."

"In such a place, there must be a few close friends." Vincent looked up from the mirror and looked at John sitting behind him, saying, "It's hard for us to trust others at this time."

"Your criteria for selecting people are really strange." Claire smiled. Obviously, Yang Chengyu and Yao Meng did not have reliable force guarantees.

Vincent smiled and said, "There is not much room for choice." He asked, "Are you going to Chinatown? That is the king's territory." He looked at Ye Zhiqiu and said, "Your compatriots."

"Why didn't Yang and the others go there?" Ye Zhiqiu was a little surprised. Obviously, this did not fit the habit of crowding together with the same races.

"The concept is not consistent," Vincent said: "Wang is a Taiwanese. By the way, you are a mainlander, right?"

"You are very familiar with China." Ye Zhiqiu refused to comment.

"Thank you," Vincent said: "I have a lot of Chinese students and I planned to go to Beijing this summer."

"That's a pity. I hope the ticket you booked will be refunded." Ye Zhiqiu looked at the flashing sunlight at the exit of the parking lot and suddenly asked: "Do you know Dr. Robert Neville?"

Vincent was stunned for a moment, and looked back at him: "Robert? He is still alive."

"Do you know him?" Ye Zhiqiu was shocked. He just thought that Vincent once taught in college and probably knew more people, so he asked casually, but he didn't expect that he actually knew him. He sounded very familiar. He called his name directly. "I'm here to find him."

"I'm afraid you're late," Vincent said. "If we were talking about the same person, he left when the disaster happened."

"When?" Ye Zhiqiu was shocked.

"Six months ago," Vincent said: "When the disaster first started, the city was in a mess. I saw his car go out of the city."

"Are you sure it's him?" Ye Zhiqiu was surprised. He had personally experienced the chaos of the disaster in Anchorage. It was hard to believe that Vincent could recognize someone else's car in that situation.

"The military had blocked the road at that time, and Robert worked in the Navy, so they let him out," Vincent said. "It's not far from here."

"Then are there any other Robert Neville?" Ye Zhiqiu asked. If Vincent was right, it would be unlikely that Robert would come back to the city.

Vincent turned his head and said that he was not optimistic about this hope. Before he could speak, he suddenly saw a flash of figure at the exit. Ye Zhiqiu shouted behind him: "Be careful." Vincent immediately stepped on the brakes heavily.

In the dazzling sunshine, a slender figure projected onto the ground and extended to the front of the car. Just as the sound of harsh brakes, gunshots sounded, and bullet shells scattered towards the ground like rain.
Chapter completed!