doomsday escape

The two of them sang cups and became happier the more they chatted. They started drinking as if no one else was around. Dr. Xu, who was sitting down, looked increasingly ugly. Wen Jing and others looked even more and more ugly. Wen Jing even put down her chopsticks and got up and left. Dr. Xu, who was mature and persistent, quickly explained that Wen Jing was not feeling well and went back to rest first, which relieved some embarrassment.

Wen Jing left, and three people came in. The leader was Wang Bo's subordinate who was taking the order. Each of the three people was holding a box in their hands and stood beside Wang Bo. Wang Bo seemed to have not seen anyone beside him, and he was still talking with Wang He until the leader lowered his body and called "Master Bo!"

"Oh!" Wang He seemed to have just discovered someone, so he turned around, took the wooden box he held from the leader, turned around and placed it in front of Wang He.

"Brother! Open it and see, this is the first gift I have given you."

Wang He was looking forward to this. Wang Bo made such a big statement. I guess the things in the box must be some rare thing. He didn't refuse and opened the packaging and opened the wooden box. The things inside were shocked by Wang He at first, and then a little disappointed.

However, he did not show it, and a huge surprise was squeezed out on his face, which made Wang Bo nod proudly.

The box contained a silver-shining pistol and four magazines, which were much larger than ordinary pistols. There were few sight tracks on the top. They were weighed in at least four pounds. The magazine was filled with bullets. It was considered that Wang He, who had played with the gun several times, immediately recognized it as a 0.44 caliber bullet, and then the name of a gun was about to come out.

"Brother, is this the desert eagle?"

"Brother, I have such a good vision. Have you ever used firearms before?" Wang Bo asked in surprise. You should know that although the Canglan Republic does not prohibit private possession of firearms, it must have a legal source of firearms and a certificate of gun possession.

There are only a few types of guns that can be held by the people, and the certificate processing is extremely expensive. In addition, the public security is good. Most people may never have seen a gun in their lifetime, let alone use it.

On the other hand, Wang He skillfully fiddled with the pistol a few times and accurately stated the name of the gun, which made him feel that Wang He was not simple. Before the disaster, he was either a retired soldier or like his number one general Ding San, who was originally a traitor.

"Hahaha! I haven't played such a good guy before, thank you brother."

Wang He didn't know that the two tricks he had learned at the Dongshan Military Camp actually shocked the mayor. He pretended to be happy on the surface, but in fact he didn't agree with it.

Just a pistol is basically useless to zombies. Once they shoot zombies from all over the country, they all come with their aunts and aunts. And there are only four magazines, and there are only twenty-eight bullets, so what can they do?

As for dealing with people, the old guy is willing to give him a pistol, which means he has a rifle, and more than one, which does not pose a threat to him at all. Otherwise, he would have kept himself as a trump card to save his life, so how could he get Wang He's turn?

"Why are you polite to brother?" Wang Bo pretended to be unhappy, as if Wang He's thanks seemed too distant. It was not until Wang He acted obediently and asked for forgiveness that he had a good look and took out a second gift.

Wang He was almost vomiting in this scene. If he hadn't wanted to see what gifts the other party had given, he would have learned to find out the other party's bottom line, so he would have learned to be Wenjing and found an excuse to flash.

The second box is also a wooden box, which is slightly narrower and looks slender. When you open it, you will see a dagger, which looks a bit old.

Wang He held it in his hand and weighed it. The handle and sheath were made of hardwood. Although it had been a bit old, it was very well-made and heavy, but it did not affect the balance. Looking back on the small space in the woodshed, if there was a dagger that satisfies his hand, his left arm would not be broken.

When he pulled out the dagger, Wang He was stunned for a moment, then he felt ecstatic. The color and pattern of the dagger were the same as the horizontal sword behind him. It must be a magic weapon. He couldn't help but hold it in his hand and gestured a few times.

Standing beside Wang Bo's subordinate, Ding San, couldn't help but squint when he saw Wang He's actions. The so-called layman watching the fun, and the expert watching the tricks. Just by holding the dagger, you can tell whether a person is a master.

Most people hold the knife, and the blade is rushing out, and the tiger's mouth is tightly grasped, so most people think that the same is true for the dagger, but in fact, it is not the case. The dagger is sucked against the elbow, and the handle of the knife is rushing out, and the thumb is tightly pressed on the bottom of the knife handle.

Wang He was holding the dagger and slashing in the air a few times, which attracted Ding San's attention. It can be seen that this man is also a good knives.

Wang He, who was full of joy, didn't notice that anyone had already worried about him. He put away the dagger and thanked him again. For him, this was much more useful than the desert eagle that was strong outside and fucked inside.

Seeing that he was happy, Wang Bo knew that the gift had been given to the other party's heart, so he quickly opened the third gift box. It was a large square iron box with a nearly round wooden strip bent in the box. The strip looked like it was made of several layers of fit.

Similarly, the wooden strips look quite old, but they seem to be because of the workmanship. They are actually very new and well maintained. There is a small suede bag next to them. Wang Bo shook casually and two thin ropes made of unknown leather were drawn from the bag.

The leather rope was very hard and had become a ball, so it couldn't be straight. Seeing that Wang He had no expression on his face, only a smile that forced out, Wang Bo explained: "This is the work of Zhang Li, Master Zhang, a Qing Dynasty horn bow."

"Oh!" Wang He suddenly realized his mind, but in fact he was already happy. As a veteran bow and arrow enthusiast, how could he not recognize what this is? Especially the bow-making master Zhang Li, who was in the bow and arrow circle, was so thunderous.

The difficulty of making a corner bow is not something that laymen can imagine. There are more than a hundred processes. It takes three years to select materials and dry the bow body alone. Needless to mention anything else, so the price on the market is even tens of thousands.

This Qing bow can be sold for hundreds of thousands of yuan just by selecting materials and the name of the bowmaker. It is simply Wang He’s dream to get such a good bow that he has been dreaming of for a long time. The reason why he looks like a layman is nothing more than trying to hide some means.

"I bought this bow at a high price, but I don't have the ability, and my subordinates don't know how to use it. It's a secret bead to put it here. I think you always carry a few arrows with you. You should be a master of this. It's better to give a treasure bow to a hero, and it's also a good use."

Wang Bo said it nicely. What a huge purchase was actually acquiring by his subordinates inadvertently. However, he was right. They didn't even know how to use it, let alone give a favor to a piece of stuff that no one wants. This is a good deal.

Seeing that Wang He was not very interested, Wang Bo no longer boasted, put the iron box and put it together with other gifts, picked up the wine glass and chatted for a few words, and then suddenly became frowning.

Wang He knew that the business was coming, but he didn't do anything. He just picked up the wine glass and kept persuading him to drink, and kept swallowing the big turtle. He almost swallowed it into his stomach. Even the table of dishes was not eaten by others, and he almost made a round one by himself.

"Oh!" Wang Bo suddenly sighed. Perhaps seeing that the younger brother who had just recognized him had no vision, the eldest brother was frowning and could not even see him, so he sighed and reminded him.

Unexpectedly, Wang He seemed to have never heard of it, just eating and drinking. The white-floured steamed bun I just brought up was just one of them. It looked like a master who had never eaten in his eight lifetimes. Much! Much! After eating more than ten times, it only scared the people around him. Only Dr. Xu looked like he was not surprised.

Seeing that he was eating, Wang Bo looked like he didn't recognize his relatives, and he could not hear his sighs, so he was not easy to interrupt him. He had to wait for Wang He to eat first and then talk after he had enough.

Unfortunately, Wang He didn't give him a chance, so he finally caught the free one, so he didn't seize the opportunity to open his stomach and eat it. After a while, everything he could eat on the table was in his stomach, and he sighed with unsatisfactory sigh.

"What a pity, half full, alas!"

Wang Bo's face suddenly couldn't hold on. He invited someone to have a meal and was full. He was so embarrassed when he said it. He slapped the table and scolded the servants. Soon, all kinds of cooked meat and easy-to-cooked vegetables were placed on the table, and there were all kinds of rice and steamed buns. When Wang Bo opened his mouth, the familiar murmur sounded again.

This time, even Dr. Xu was stunned. What a guy. It turns out that half full is humble. This is not the appetite. This is simply the Mariana Trench. His stomach bulged slightly, and he didn't even slow down his eating speed.

When the third time the food was swept away, Wang He picked up more than half a bottle of Feitian Moutai and drank it all. Then he burped and nodded slightly to the hungry others on the table.

"Everyone eats it, why don't you move your chopsticks?"

How could you be so embarrassed to say such things? Do you give us the chance to move our chopsticks? Everyone complained, but they didn't dare to say it out loud, just replied with an ugly smile.

"Brother, how about it? Do you want to come back?" Wang Bo was shocked. He had never seen a person eat a meal for a month and a half. He originally wanted to get Wang He drunk, but seeing that he had nothing to do with a bottle of white wine, he immediately gave up this idea.

I'm afraid that no one can drink this northern man at this table...

"No, no, no, I'm full, uh... let's have some soup. If you don't drink some soup, you always feel like you haven't finished the meal."

The cook who was so tired that he was cooking, he cried on the spot when he heard this sentence...

"By the way, brother, since I'm full of food and drink, I have something to ask you for help." Wang Bo finally couldn't help it. He wanted to perform and asked Wang He to ask questions on his own initiative. He refused a little, and he would eat, drink and take it. Wang He would definitely ask for help.

Who would have thought that this big-bellied man was only concerned about food and drink, and was concerned about everything else, and he didn't care about anything. He was about to finish the meal and was about to leave. If he didn't say anything, wouldn't the meal be in vain?

When he was anxious, Wang Bo didn't care about anything else and took the initiative to seek help from Wang He.