C6 Killing Intent

"Crash!" The second-floor banister was broken by Wu Feng's fist.

After that, Wu Feng jumped up like a big bird and landed steadily in the middle of the supermarket.

Looking at these people who did not save him, Wu Feng was surprisingly angry.

Although he had been a fugitive for twenty years in his previous life, he was used to deception, but that was the middle and late end of the world, and he had no idea that at the beginning of the world there would be people who would be so indifferent to life.

"Ah!"

The timidest of the women kept their eyes on the shutter door, never expecting that a figure would jump down from an upper floor that the men had long since cleared out, and they all let out a piercing scream, which caused the outside zombies to start pounding the shutter door again.

The men picked up the weapons in their hands one after another and looked at Wu Feng with fear in their eyes.

At the same time, some of them looked at the wall.

There, a man with a dragon tattoo on his left arm stood up slowly.

"Who are you? How did you get in?" The first to regain his composure and ask Wu Feng a question was the tattooed man, who was in charge of the entire supermarket, who was the first to enjoy everything, and now that he was in an accident, he naturally stood at the front of everyone.

As the tattooed man spoke, the furious Wu Feng also fixed his gaze on this person.

Because this tattooed man was only wearing a black singlet, and it instantly perfectly outlined the muscles on his body.

Judging from his healthy skin color and bulging muscles, this person's strength could not be underestimated.

Especially when he dodged the mountain knife with a cold flash in the tattooed man's hand. It was even more soul-stirring.

It could be seen that before the apocalypse, this tattooed man should have been a fierce person in the underworld.

Wu Feng remembered that someone had once said that gangsters didn't just have tattoos to act cool. The biggest reason was that when the two of them were confronting each other, the ferocious tattoos could increase their killing intent.

Now, Wu Feng clearly felt the killing intent on the tattooed man's body.

If Wu Feng was just a normal otaku before the apocalypse, then facing a strong man with a sword, he would definitely shrink back and not dare to look him in the eye.

But the current Wu Feng had already changed.

Wu Feng was even able to calmly face the zombies that were covered in blood outside, let alone a hoodlum who was forced by those ordinary zombies to the point where he did not dare to open the door.

"Did you not see how I entered the room? Of course, I jumped down from the top floor. But let me ask you, didn't any of you hear me when I called you at the shutter door? "Wu Feng looked straight at the tattooed man. He even glanced coldly at the men who were all holding weapons.

Compared to the weapons of these people, the fruit knife in Wu Feng's hand seemed much thinner.

But he was covered in blood, and he had shown up in such an incredible way that he had already overwhelmed these men. For a moment, except for the tattooed man, the others could not help but avoid Wu Feng's eyes.

"'Hey, boy, are you asking us? The zombies outside are so noisy, who's going to hear if someone's calling the door or not, and even if we do, it's so dangerous outside, why should we risk opening the door? "

The tattooed man didn't expect that Wu Feng would dare to question him even though he was surrounded by so many of them. Moreover, the way Wu Feng looked at him made him very unhappy.

The man with the tattoo stepped forward and stared coldly at Wu Feng. The threat in his eyes was self-evident.

"Hehe, can I understand that you heard my voice but didn't open the door on purpose?"

"You want me to die?"