What does the end of the world look like? Everyone works together to distribute every ration fairly? The strong treat the weak with kindness? Do not make jokes! Just dream about that kind of thing. In troubled times and precarious days, it is normal for people with big fists to do whatever they want. It is natural that inheritors who have powerful power feel that they are superior to others. Except for some people who can maintain their true intentions, many inheritors They will not treat ordinary people on an equal footing with themselves.
But some people who have a bad heart or have no heart go even further. They are not just being superior to others, but are playing tricks.
The White Glove Group is a relatively small team in Yong City, with more than thirty inheritors among them. Its location is the factory area of a certain processing company. A large factory building has been emptied out, and a circle of iron mesh has surrounded the site. On the high platform, the leader of the White Glove Regiment watched today's "dodge training" with excitement.
The deputy leader, Ice Mage, chilled a can of beer, which was rare in the apocalypse, and handed it to his leader, "Come, leader, one of us will go."
"Thank you, Lao Jin, Gudong, ah! So cool!"
The team members in the stands were doing various cool things, but in the audience a group of people were actually numbered with paint and pushed in. The last person pushed in was a manic zombie clan. Even the first-level intermediate-level tin zombies were not something that these ordinary people could deal with. The unshackled tin zombies were seen rushing towards the blood eaters crazily, and the ordinary people with numbers on them were pushing and fleeing like crazy, and there was a scene in the stands. The sound of laughter created a strange contrast. As the unfortunate people were knocked down and eaten by the iron zombies, a group of heartless people began to place bets. Seeing the excitement, the leader of the White Gloves Group grabbed the maid serving next to him and stabbed him three inches below the navel. according to.
Doesn't anyone care about this crazy thing? Really not. Even if they want to investigate, the leader of the White Gloves Regiment has already prepared his words, "Training, this is training. Even the first-level corpse clan can't hide from it. How can it be taken out for hunting?" (And stuffed) Give some good things to the inspectors), the leader of the White Glove Regiment acted so recklessly, his confidence was that he was a second-level high-level inheritor, people needed him, and he was just consuming a few ordinary people.
With a gunshot of "Bump!", the iron zombie was shot in the head, followed by precise bursts of fire to bury those who were infected with the corpse poison and turned into lower-level zombies.
"Who!" The leader of the White Gloves Group angrily threw the beer to the ground, took off the white gloves he usually wore, and revealed a pair of purple poisonous hands. The leader of the White Gloves Group was a man with troubles that even the third-level inheritors were not willing to deal with. Poison Master.
"Lin Qianlian, the commander-in-chief of the funeral force, was ordered to clean up the garbage."
Lin Qianlian, who was wearing red light armor, didn't talk nonsense. She held a heavyweight battle ax and charged straight at the leader of the White Gloves Regiment. She chopped down the leader of the White Gloves Regiment in a few blows.
The deputy commander quickly wanted to help but was forced to stop by the sound of a gunshot. A large lead bullet was embedded in the hastily condensed ice shield. This? ? ? Wouldn’t all high-tech weapons be destroyed in the apocalypse?
A young man wearing a cowboy hat held up a light crossbow produced by Quanxing and said: "Don't disturb our eldest sister, she is very enthusiastic about work today."
The light crossbow is a weapon that Wang Jingyue modified before. It relies on tough insect sinews as strings, a mechanical structure crystallized by modern scientific and technological experience, and a variety of special ammunition, which is enough to allow mankind to regain the glory of guns. Huahu didn't understand the importance of this weapon, so he stopped production. After Wang Jingyue returned, he started the light crossbow project and the heavy crossbow project.
The young man in the cowboy hat kept firing at the deputy commander, and other members of the funeral force also rushed in to eliminate the White Gloves.
"Damn it!" The deputy commander fell down with resentment. The young man in the cowboy hat not only had ordinary large lead bullets, but also skull explosive bombs and acid bombs. The deputy commander died like this, without even a chance to surrender. If they don’t give it, they say they have done too many bad things, and there are many others. . .
"You have a weak soul, you bastard, you are dead, you have been poisoned by me," said the leader of the White Gloves Regiment, whose body was covered with stab wounds and burns. Only then did the poisonous armor withstand the fierce attack of Lin Qianlian's battle ax, "Let me go, I will give you the antidote (lie)."
"No, it's just a poison like this. Just heat it up and it will be fine. [Sacred Flame, purify my body]." Lin Qianlian raised her battle ax and ignited a blazing fire. The flames burned away the soil, toxins, and turbidity without losing any of herself. Everything was burned without a trace.
"[Judgment Strike]!"
In the disbelieving and desperate look of the leader of the White Glove Regiment, Lin Qianlian jumped up with a battle ax and beheaded a sinner with the flaming battle ax.
"Sister, such a corpse is so perfect that it's impossible to identify. How can it be so shocking?"
The young man in the cowboy hat who ended the battle looked at the charred and torn corpses and said, they are not just cleaning up the miscellaneous repairs, but also letting more people know about it.
Lin Qianlian was embarrassed and said: "It's okay, there are a few other guys, I will pay attention next time."
After killing the White Gloves, the funeral troops led by Lin Qianlian began to liberate ordinary people who were oppressed one by one.
Lin Qianlian looked at the devastated people who were in a daze and said loudly: "Compatriots and friends, everything will pass!
I swear by the name of Lord Jingyue, the God of War, that you will have warm clothes, delicious food, and be treated like a human being. "
