The sun is warm and the breeze is blowing, which is the best weather for going out, but the smell of blood and rancid smell wafting in the wind instantly brings the atmosphere to an eerie height. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info especially when seeing the terrible scene of broken arms and stumps, blurred flesh and blood, no one is in a good mood to enjoy this rare good weather. It's not a dark moon and a high night, it's better to kill, in the context of the fall of the whole world, people can die whenever they want.

Either killed, or killed, no matter how painful it was when he died, he was finally liberated after death, and he no longer had to face the increasing shortage of supplies, the hideous faces of zombies, and the bloody mouths of mutated animals. There are people who have the courage to die, and naturally there are people who have the courage to survive, but these people who survive are divided into three types.

The first type is a person who is confident that he can stand firm in the last days with his own strength, and does not give up easily or compromise easily. The second is to release the nature of the person who indulges greed and no longer has scruples, just wants to grasp every day of life, does not care about the question of when he will die, and only wants to die without regrets. The third type is the numb support, no longer has any reaction to the hustle and bustle of the outside world, even if it is a day, do not actively strive for it, and do not take the initiative to commit suicide. Of the three types of people, the most dangerous is the second, because they are no longer constrained and have no bottom line in doing things.

No, a group of young people driving a convoy of vans locked a village that had established itself as a base, and they used their abilities without scruples to oppress ordinary villagers, intending to seize their materials and humiliate their women and children. There is no shortage of people in the village, but compared with these people who have no bottom line and no scruples and are deep in the abyss of madness, they still lose in the word "ruthless", and at this time, even if it is just an inch of scruples, they will make themselves defeated. Especially when there are many people on the other side, and all of them have seen blood stained with blood, how can they be ruthless?

Although they lost "ruthlessly", the people in the village still have "responsibility", they are the young and strong people in the village, and they are the hope of the villagers, but they can never retreat if they are dead or injured, even if they try their best to switch, it may only be a sad ending, and they can't retreat. The villains who have no bottom line can't understand the "sense of responsibility" of the village superpowers, and they don't understand why they would rather fight to the death than fight for a chance to survive for themselves, and only regard this behavior as stupidity. Only stupid people have the strength to be stupid, and they have succeeded in stopping the progress of the villains.

"Bah......" The flat-headed young man holding an iron rod spat out a mouthful of bloodshot spit, looked at the young people in the village with his body as a wall with disdain, and said: "A bunch of fools, no matter how hard they struggle, they will still die." ”

"Stand down!" A voice came from behind the flat-headed young man, which instantly made the flat-headed young man's face change, and respectfully gave up his position. Walking forward, the bald young man wearing a black vest and army green camouflage pants looked up and down at the young people in the village, and said, "You guys are very good, it's a waste to nest here, why don't you follow me?"

The young men didn't answer, but looking at their eyes, you knew how disdainful they were to take care of this bald head.

The bald head was not annoyed, smiled good-naturedly, stretched out his hand, made a gesture, and said, "Then do it!"

At the sound of an order, the real life-and-death battle has only begun now, and all kinds of ability attacks collide together, shining with different fireworks, which are extremely beautiful, but few people are in the mood to appreciate the beauty that blooms between life and death.

The villains, who were accustomed to life and death, had no scruples about life and death, and were not afraid of death, finally gained the upper hand, forcing the young and strong people in the village to retreat one after another, and finally forced to disperse, so that the villains surrounded them. And when the young men were struggling to support, the bald head gave a few orders, so that the villains who were behind were divided into several parts, quickly controlled the various levels of the village, and firmly controlled the battle situation. The old and weak women and children were powerless, so they had to complain with their eyes about the atrocities of the villains.

And some sturdy women and old people hold hoes and resist desperately, just hoping to buy more time for the young and strong, but unfortunately, in the case of the disparity in strength, the chance of the weak winning is almost none, not to mention in the background that the ability can crush ordinary people with one finger? The villagers gradually fell into despair, they have been struggling here for so long, can they still not escape a "extinguish" word after all, why, what did they do wrong?

......The cries of the children came and went, adding to the irritability and restlessness of people's hearts, and some people even wanted to fall to death the child so that he would shut up forever. The difference between the wicked and the hypocrites is that the former will do what he thinks of and is never ambiguous, while the latter has a lot of worries and most of them only dare to think about it in their heads. A thug with a watermelon knife with a few scars on his face kicked open the door of a courtyard and, following the cry, found a mother and son hiding in a firewood room. The little boy, who was less than five years old, cried more and more when he saw the villain, and he didn't listen to any coaxing.

The watermelon knife thief grabbed his hair irritably, stepped forward quickly, grabbed the little boy's arm, and was about to pick him up and throw him to death. The boy's mother naturally couldn't allow him to do this, and tried her best to snatch her son, even if it would hurt her son, because she knew what would happen to her son when she let go.

"Stab-" The sound of the sharp blade cutting through the clothes and piercing into the flesh sounded, and the boy's mother froze, opened her mouth, trying to say something, but she could only grab the boy's hand in vain, and when she grabbed it, she lost her strength and fell limply in a pool of blood. The scene of the mother's tragic death obviously stimulated the boy, so scared that he couldn't make a sound, but it made the ears of the watermelon knife villain clear, and he was about to pick up the boy and send him on the road, when he heard a trace of abnormal movement, raised his eyes in confusion, but only saw the boy's body was held up by a tornado, suspended in the air.

The wind howled, the houses collapsed, and the movement was so loud that the whole village was quiet, and the bald head opened his eyes wider, and he hurriedly sent someone to check on the situation over there. But before the bald man could take two steps, he saw a tornado sweeping towards them with an irresistible force, and everywhere he went, there was a mess.

The bald head realized that it was not good and hurriedly ran, but his men were a step slower to react, and he had to be left behind.

The tornado seemed to be conscious, biting the villains to death, but it avoided the villagers and did not hurt them a little, which surprised and rejoiced the villagers.