Lying on her husband's body, which was gradually losing its temperature, the woman desperately tried to warm him with her own body temperature and save his dying life.

"I love you. ”

"No, no, I won't let you go. Bean-sized tears slipped down the woman's cheeks and dripped onto the blood-soaked padded jacket.

"Sorry"

"I don't want you to apologize! I don't—" The heart-rending cry did not hold back the body temperature that was gradually getting colder.

Taking his eyes off the two, Locke looked at his colleague in confusion, not understanding what he meant.

"It's so boring to kill directly, man, you haven't appreciated the essence of abuse. Wang Ping patted him on the shoulder and grinned.

"Oh?" Locke raised an eyebrow and shoved the gun into his arms, "Here you go." ”

Wang Ping took the gun, smiled evilly, ignored the woman who was looking at him angrily and timidly, and turned to the crowd.

"Listen to me, pigs. Now, if any of you comes up and QJ her, I'll set him free. ”

There was a commotion, but no one stepped forward.

Locke looked at his colleague in bewilderment, he didn't understand the point of watching two humans mate.

That's right, it's "two", in the eyes of mutants, humans are just domestic animals. Except that they don't eat human flesh like cannibals because of the sporadic memories, they don't skimp on all cruelty, just to get pleasure from wailing humans.

"Nobody? If I'm not mistaken, this woman looks pretty good in your aesthetic. Wang Ping held his rifle and said slowly.

"Does that make sense?" Locke bewildered.

"Of course. Man, learn a little. In addition to killing, there are many ways to dig out the despair in their hearts. ”

Wang Ping smiled hideously, licked his dry lips, and looked at the woman who was watching him back in horror.

Lying on her husband's not yet cold bones, under the gaze of her son, she was fiercely bullied by countless people. What despair would have been. It's exciting just to think about. Isn't the meaning of the existence of civilization to bloom in that moment under the ravages of barbarism? Hahahaha!"

The unbridled laughter was deafening, even shaking the pine snow on the branches. It traveled several kilometers away.

Locke stared blankly at the sickly smile on his colleague's face, and then an excited expression appeared on his face.

"You're a genius, oh no, a demon! You must have been an artist when you were alive. ”

"Who knows?" smiled. Wang Ping pointed his gun at the man closest to him, "You, go to her." ”

The man swallowed and foamed, gritted his teeth, and said stiffly.

"I can't do it. ”

Bang!

Falling to the ground like a piece of paper, the man's face maintained the expression of resistance before his death, and there was a touch of disbelief that had not had time to change.

"Next. Wang Ping smiled and pointed his gun at the middle-aged man behind the man, who was clutching his bleeding arm.

Trembling, the middle-aged man took two steps forward. Eventually, however, he fell to his knees.

"I—"

Bang!

Wang Ping didn't give him a chance to beg for nonsense, and directly shot him in the skull.

Red and white splashed all over the ground, even on the people behind him.

Wang Ping raised his chin and aimed at the next person.

Perhaps stimulated by the tragic situation of his predecessors, the third man just hesitated, took trembling steps, and trotted to the woman with his head buried in his head.

"I'm sorry, please forgive me. With his eyes reflected in the light, the man did not dare to look at the expression on the woman's face, and ruthlessly reached for her collar.

"Nope. No. The woman's eyes widened in despair.

However, the man ignored her desperate struggles, completely abandoned the reserve and dignity of civilization, and pressed her down on the corpse that was gradually losing its temperature.

He desperately comforted himself in his heart if he didn't. He will die. It wasn't his intention.

Wang Ping watched the man's actions with satisfaction, and the pleasure of crushing civilization with his own hands made him tremble with excitement. Locke, who was standing on the sidelines to learn, also widened his eyes, and it was the first time that he had seen this way of obtaining pleasure in addition to violence in the two years since he had just become a mutant.

Wang Ping raised the muzzle of his gun. Pointing to the next person, he was about to speak, but he heard the exclamation of a sentry on the side.

"What's that?!" the mutant with the rifle tilted his head and pointed to the black dot in the sky.

Frowning, Wang Ping looked into the sky: "What east-"

Boom!

Smoke mixed with it, snow rolled up like an avalanche on the flat ground, and pounced on the crowd.

Swept to the ground by the air waves, people threw down their cement bags and steel bars in panic, or fled to nearby bunkers, or fell to the ground.

The rifle-wielding mutants didn't stop them, as their condition wasn't so rosy either.

"Damn, what's that!"

Rising from the ground, Wang Ping looked at the smoke more than ten meters away in horror, and looked at the sky hopefully.

The bloodthirsty pupils constricted, and a rare hint of fear emerged

"A direct hit. ”

A report from a sniper on the ground rang out in my ears. Since it is compiled among the crew, Jiang Chen can naturally share the communication channel of the crew.

"Well hit!" Jiang Chen said with a grin, giving the gunner a thumbs up.

The wind swept through the cabin door, and the orange chemical protective suits grinned in the cold wind. The gunner, wearing a radiation protection mask, turned his head and nodded vigorously to express his gratitude for Jiang Chen's praise, and then carried the 10kg mass bullet from the side without stopping for a moment, and sent it into the magazine fiercely, and the coil began to charge.

At this moment, Jiang Chen was holding a tablet in his hand, and the flickering picture on the tablet was the entire battlefield. The camera, located at the bottom of the helicopter, presents the aerial view in its entirety in front of his eyes as a commander.

Those green dots lurking three kilometers away from the town are the light infantry of the fish bone base. Five Tigers lay sideways behind the building's bunker, revealing only the carriages carrying Type 50 electromagnetic guns. The carriage was draped in a white tarpaulin, which blended in with the snow behind it, leaving only the black barrel.

The red dots in the distance are naturally enemy units marked by snipers, while the gray dots are civilians.

And the billowing smoke was the truck that had just been destroyed by the aerial artillery. The quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun mounted on the truck had no time to unleash its firepower when it was blasted into iron slag by a preemptive blow.

Mutants who lost their air defenses fled.

And Jiang Chen looked down at all this.

It's like playing a game.

By the way, this command system, bundled with a camera on the bottom of the helicopter, is Yao Yao's masterpiece.

"Isn't the purpose of civilization to exist to sanction barbarism?"

As if in response to that clamour, Jiang Chen muttered to himself.

Now that the Grim Reaper has arrived on the battlefield, please go and die for you scum.

His eyes coldly looked down at the panicked figure on the screen, and his finger poked at the red dot on the screen.

Buzz!

The triangular barrel shimmered with a faint blue electric light, and slowly retreated with the piercing hum.

Orange-red arcs of light blasted across the earth, and the blast of the cannonballs piercing the sound barrier almost drowned out the roaring north wind. (To be continued.) )