"A pair of Aces."
"Three nines and a three."
"Three queens and a five."
"Wang Zha."
"Take off your clothes, take off your clothes."
"Come, come, come. Brothers, let's go.”
In the police station.
It had now become a class society.
The prostitutes who had no status had now been completely reduced to slaves.
They entertained the thugs.
To be exact, it was for Liu Biao and his brothers to play.
Liu Biao used to be the owner of the Kaixing Nightclub. In fact, he was a criminal with a criminal record.
He had been in prison for five years for intentional assault.
He had been summoned by the police for several murder cases.
However, they were released because there was insufficient evidence.
The day before Resident Evil broke out, he was arrested by the police for gambling and prostitution.
In the end, the tables had turned.
Anyway, it was the apocalypse now, and the law was no different from waste paper.
Liu Biao was very happy today. Those useless whoremasters actually brought back many boxes of white wine.
In the post-apocalyptic world, the growls and growls of zombies could be heard every night.
Today, with wine, he must get drunk, then hug a woman and sleep comfortably until dawn.
He drank one glass after another of white wine.
Before the apocalypse, the thugs with guns followed Liu Biao to the nightclub every day, getting drunk.
He had a particularly high demand for alcohol and women.
Moreover, in the post-apocalyptic world, the mental pressure was huge every day.
If he could get drunk and solve a thousand worries, why not?
There were women to liven things up.
After drinking the white wine, Liu Biao and the others all drank until their faces turned red.
Finally, after the thirteen of them drank more than two boxes of white wine in one go, they were all a little tipsy.
"Brothers, get up and continue drinking."
Liu Biao held a woman in his arms, got up, and went to the director's office.
Then, he locked the door.
The remaining twelve thugs continued to drink. When they were almost done, they took the women away and found a place to have fun.
They were all drinking on the second floor.
The thugs who were usually sent out to search for food were all prostitutes, gamblers, and thieves.
Now, these people were all downstairs.
Today, they had a good time eating upstairs. They were relieved and had more food.
Otherwise, he would beat them up again today.
She had just eaten some biscuits, pickled pepper chicken feet, spicy sticks, and drank some white wine.
Downstairs, the clients, gamblers, and thieves were chatting.
The gamblers looked at the four clients and gave them a thumbs up."You guys are awesome. How dare you go to the convenience store to get wine.”
The thieves admired them.
In the past, they did not expect to use two cars to move supplies outside one after the other.
At that time, several people who went out to collect supplies died.
And the things he brought back were pitifully little.
Those who died were bitten to death by zombies in convenience stores.
Therefore, even if they came back to get beaten up, they did not dare to go to the convenience store to get wine.
The four clients looked at each other and shook their heads.
At this moment, one of the four men, a client with a mid-parted hairstyle, said,"We don't have the guts."
"Then where did you get the wine?" asked one of the thieves.”
"It was on the roadside," the client replied."There were a few boxes piled up, so we moved them back.”
"Then why didn't you move yesterday?”
"Yeah, I even got beaten up by Brother Biao.”
"Don't tell us you didn't see it yesterday.”
The gamblers and thieves were laughing at the four of them for being stupid.
"I don't know. It seems like someone put it there today.”
The thieves and gamblers couldn't believe the four clients 'honest confession.
In the apocalypse, there was such a good thing?
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