Chapter 43 Rescue
Although Suwan showed no mercy when shooting at al-Qaeda elements, that was only because of his different stances. Suwan still had a kind heart, otherwise he would not have wanted to save the little tiger.
Although I felt a little guilty about saving the little tiger.
But even if she had good intentions, Suwan's kindness would not be spread all the time and everywhere. She was in a difficult situation now, and she didn't want to die because of a little squirrel. There was a group of zombies surrounding the tree. Suwan was so angry at that moment that she gnashed her teeth and wished she could slap this ignorant squirrel to death on the tree, so that she couldn't get it down even if she tried. Suwan was so scared that she raised her hand high towards the little squirrel.
The little squirrel Douzi nestled in Suwan's arms stared at Suwan with innocent eyes, sniffed around with its nose, then swung its big furry tail and nibbled Suwan's finger to please him. Suwan looked at it depressedly, and his hand that was about to pat it turned into stroking it, from the squirrel's head to its tail. The little squirrel squinted its eyes in enjoyment and rubbed Suwan's palm affectionately.
Suwan almost wanted to cover her face and cry.
She was such an embarrassment to Belster.
But women are probably born with no resistance to furry little animals. Suwan rubbed the squirrel hard twice before she felt that she was not at a disadvantage. Looking at the zombies under the tree, she felt depressed again. The big tree was surrounded, beaten and pushed by those crazy zombies. It was shaking more and more violently and would fall down sooner or later. Suwan pulled the squirrel aside, stood up shakily, bent over and tried to keep her balance as she walked to the tip of the branch. Then she suddenly jumped over and grabbed a branch of another nearby tree. Suwan let go and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground to offset the impact of the landing, almost falling behind the zombies. Suwan didn't wait for the zombies to turn around, he got up and ran away.
The squirrel was squeaking in the tree and jumping on the branches to chase Suwan. Then it leaped onto Suwan's head and its big furry tail swayed in front of Suwan's eyes.
"F*ck!" Suwan, who rarely swears, swore again.
If Suwan knew squirrel language, he would really want to yell: Please let me go, Mr. Squirrel, I am just a human being! !
But now those zombies were chasing him tirelessly with their arms stretched out behind him. Suwan could only run as fast as he could, without even having a chance to grab the squirrel off his head. Suwan ran too fast, and the squirrel bounced on Suwan's head and fell down. It screamed and hurriedly grabbed the assault rifle on Suwan's back, holding on to the gun barrel with its four claws. Suwan felt the increased weight of the gun barrel and was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.