Elvis never expected that. His neck was so close to the dagger that it would be cut through by just a small move.
“What’s your name? Where do you work? Where do you live? How do you find this place? What do you come here for?” The cop stared at Elvis and asked him seriously. He added coldly in the end, “For the sake of our fighting with the zombies together just now, let me give you a piece of advice. Do not lie to me. If you dare to talk nonsense, then don’t blame me for my shaking hand.”
As the old saying goes, a wise man does not fight when the odds are against him. Feeling the dagger on the neck moved a bit, Elvis wasted no time to answer the questions.
”My name is Elvis White, a salesperson in a company. The place I live is just less than a kilometer away from here. I was at work w
