Doomsday My Phone Mutated

　　But Li Yi prefers to use his own brain.

　　His advantage is that he takes the initiative, and the other party does not know his existence.

　　Then you can use your strengths, and then kill these people step by step.

　　This is Li Yi's purpose.

　　Li Yi took out a cigarette from his pocket and squatted on the eaves. He was not in a hurry at all. After silently lighting the cigarette, he was waiting for a suitable time.

　　As time goes by, people from the outside continue to enter it.

　　Teams are big and small.

　　Li Yi made a slight estimate, and there were about thirty or forty people who were controlled by them.

　　This is a rather frightening number.

　　Huang Wenze's subordinates alone accounted for one-third, as many as a dozen.

　　With a gun, he didn't know the inside.

　　But outside, five people have been seen.

　　If Li Yi rushed in rashly, the risk would be great, and it was estimated that he would have been beaten into a sieve.

　　Li Yi glanced at the time, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

　　The sky was starting to get dark, and the sun was gradually going down.

　　If there is no action, then the night will come and the zombies will riot, which will be more troublesome.

　　If it is the previous Li Yi, he may choose to give up today's actions.

　　But today, he has god-level parkour skills.

　　Even in the face of rioting zombies, he has enough confidence.

　　Night or day, for him, the only difference is that his vision is somewhat restricted.

　　But the usefulness of the gene potion is reflected.

　　At night, his eyesight is many times stronger than that of ordinary people.

　　It was pitch black, and it seemed more suitable for hands-on work.

　　The moon is dark and the wind is high at night, when murderers and arsonists.

　　When Li Yi subconsciously took out his pocket, he found that a pack of cigarettes had been smoked by himself, and there were cigarette butts on the ground.

　　Staring at the gate of the base, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a sneer.

　　...........

　　"Boss, they have all returned."

　　The one-eyed Chen Wenkun stood in front of Huang Wenze.

　　Huang Wenze also appeared on the first floor, just looking at the goods brought back by these people.

　　There are as many as there are.

　　Huang Wenze didn't say anything, just asked them to set aside some of these goods, and then transport them all to their room on the third floor.

　　No one dared to have any opinion.

　　No one dared to have any opinion.

　　Those who were squatting on the ground were all staring at the food, full of thirst.

　　They need food so bad.

　　But no one cares about their thoughts, as long as they don't starve to death.

　　"Go and distribute the food."

　　Huang Wenze waved his hand.

　　"Yes."

　　The rest complied.

　　Then one by one slave-like people lined up there to distribute their own food.

　　But when the food arrived, they were dumbfounded.

　　There used to be half a piece of bread, but now there is only a bag of mustard left.

　　Where to eat here?

　　"How is this going?"

　　Someone dared to ask.

　　"It's good to eat with you, and you can pick and choose. If you don't want it, bring it back to me!"

　　The flat-headed man who distributed the food immediately gave them a stern look.

　　These people were silent, and no one dared to speak.

　　The food was distributed in portions, and when it was the bald middle-aged man's turn, the flat-headed man slapped him directly in the face.

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　　"Damn, I told you that you have no food for today, so you can't understand people's language, right?"

　　The flat-headed man slapped him again: "Hurry up and get out of my way."

　　"Please, big brother, give me some food. Otherwise... I'll starve to death. I'll just eat mustard, half a pack."

　　But the bald middle-aged man did not leave, but knelt down and cried.

　　They themselves are in a state of starvation for a long time, and if they don't eat, they will really die.

　　"Are you courting death?"

　　The flat-headed man lost his patience.

　　He put down the food in his hand and came to the bald middle-aged man.He grabbed his neck and lifted the whole person vigorously.

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　　The bald middle-aged man blushed and shook his head while begging.

　　But the flat-headed man ignored him.

　　"Throw it out to feed the zombies."

　　Huang Wenze's faint voice came out next to him: "We don't need food waste here."

　　"Yes."

　　Hearing this, the flat-headed man didn't dare to have any opinion, he dragged the bald-headed middle-aged man directly and walked outside.

　　"No! No! Please! Leave me alone, I don't want food!"

　　The bald middle-aged man widened his eyes and begged for mercy.

　　"Begging for mercy now, it's too late!"

　　The flat-headed man sneered and threw it out.

　　In less than a second, I heard the screams of the bald middle-aged man and the low and terrifying voice of the zombies.

　　The entire hall on the first floor became more and more quiet, and some timid people even shivered.

　　"Hurry up and eat for Lao Tzu, and then roll in for Lao Tzu after eating."

　　The flat-headed man came back with a bad look on his face.

　　These people themselves had a pack of mustard, and they ate extremely fast even when they were extremely hungry.

　　Then they line up one by one and enter the iron cage specially made for them.

　　The iron cage is welded with steel bars, like a cage.

　　There was no way they could break free.

　　Then the flat-headed man locked it up before turning around and leaving.

　　........

　　At the same time, Li Yi, who had been lurking in the dark for a long time, finally lit up.

　　Here comes the opportunity. .

Chapter 62 Deeply hidden merit and fame

　　Li Yi has been observing here for so long.

　　Finally figured out their situation.

　　These people are organized and disciplined, with a clear division of labor between them.

　　Those with the highest status are naturally those with guns, and the next are those with knives and sticks. They are all gangsters here and can give orders.

　　As for those who do not have any status, they are the survivors who are called as pigs, like slaves, and don't care about their lives and deaths.

　　This is the norm of doomsday, and it is cruel.

　　Li Yi didn't pay attention to this thing, after all, it means nothing to him.

　　What he needs to think about is how to kill all these people.

　　Inside IKEA, with a faint light.

　　But the defense was very tight. Before night, someone came out first and took the lead in cleaning up the "[-]" group of zombies outside.

　　An iron fence was erected.

　　The entire fence is made of welded steel bars.

　　Full of thumbs.

　　The door of this IKEA was enclosed inside.