The gray streets, the street lights that have been extinguished for an unknown number of years, the stone brick walls mixed with the sound of cockroaches and rats crawling, and the rotten and disgusting inferior groundwater overflowing the manhole covers and spreading into the dark alleys. The alleys were filled with chaotic screams and screams of women begging for mercy. The restless wickedness and shamelessness crowded the bottomless alleys, which made the passing comforts want to gag.

An Yi is a thirty-two-year-old mercenary, with the thick muscles and experience honed in the hunt, the Winchester M1893 shotgun/shotgun hanging on his back, and the Colt rattlesnake stuck in his waist, making him one of the best young powerhouses in the safe zone, he was born in the middle of the Dark Age, and survived as a pure human with no mutation and no abilities. Humans who have not experienced that dark night era probably can't imagine how lucky a pure human at the bottom of the power chain can be to survive in the era of the end of the world full of mutated animals, plague people, and pioneers.

In fact, he also relied on the relatives of the pioneers to have a bite to eat when he was a child, and later joined the mercenary group, and when all the team members died, he completed a major task with shit luck and ate a lot of money alone; He used the money to buy basic genetic enhancement potions sold by the Super Soldier Company, and luckily succeeded in becoming a genetic enhancement person. With such a foundation, Comfort has survived to this day.

An Yi's identity is the captain of the mercenary team stationed in this SW0304 security zone, he leads an 8-person mercenary team, responsible for protecting the residents of the safe zone from being killed by mutant animals running down from the mountains, and is also in charge of maintaining the order of food distribution.

The power to protect oneself and others, and the power to decide the life and death of others, has made it impossible for countless young women to climb into a comfortable bed every night. An Yi used to rejoice in this, but less meat couldn't stop more wolves, and day by day, the overwhelmed body and ugly reality made him see through everything in the safe zone. Here, human life and dignity are like mustard, and he collects money to protect the residents of the safe zone, but he asks himself more than once, he is still protecting the residents, or is he still worthy of being called a human being?

Passing through the alley full of cacophony sounds, An Yi became more and more irritable, and he took several steps through the alley, but finally he could not bear the disgusting sound that filled his ears, and turned and walked towards the dark alley.

Soon, An Yi saw the naked striped woman who was pressed to the ground by 4 undressed men, the woman only had one breath left, and there were many dirty wounds on her body, and the hungry wolf-like men seemed to be still excited, taking turns to hit the prey under them.

An Yi's face turned cold, he pulled out the Colt rattlesnake on his waist, turned the magazine of the revolver with a snap, and pushed the bullet. The sound of the bullet loading alarmed several men who were in the excitement, the black muzzle was synonymous with violence, and they looked at each other and met the eyes of the comfortable and cold, disgusting scum.

"Get out!" An Yi said. A few hurried guys hurriedly got up, picked up the clothes that were all over the ground and ran.

An Yi is too lazy to waste bullets for these scumbags, but these scumbags can't afford to gamble their lives. But even if you don't use a gun, your fists and kicks alone are enough to crush this group of guys who are rough on the outside and weak on the inside.

After the group left, only An Yi and the ravaged woman were still in place. The woman has been tortured into an inhuman form, and her skin, which was originally tender and of some value, has been tattered and wounded everywhere.

An Yi crouched down, put his fingers in front of the woman's nose, and found that she had lost her breath.

An Yi felt a wave of anger rise in his heart, and he was shattered by the ruthless reality. He is not the piece of material that saves the world, it is not so much pity for this woman who has been murdered, but the hatred of the beasts that drives him to act.

In the future, he will continue to hate these beasts.

An Yi hastily covered the woman's body with her shabby clothes, and turned to leave the dark and dirty alleys, and in this safe area, there are countless dark alleys, repeating such things.

Back at his camp, a spacious room with lights and neat furniture, it was getting late, and An Yi was about to lie down and rest, when he suddenly heard a bell ringing outside the camp.

He rubbed his tired face and scolded: "Damn, it's time, I have to give food to those rice worms again." ”

Comfortably put his old leather jacket back on his body with a rough movement, walked to the wall with his shoes on, pulled the strap of the shotgun/shotgun, and carried it on his back.

Five minutes later, An Yi and two mercenaries from the mercenary team stood in the square of the town. The gray square was surrounded by gray ruined buildings and telephone poles in disrepair, and there were many cracks in the masonry on the ground of the square, and there were small yellowed advertising waste paper from fifty years ago, and the sky was so overcast that it seemed as if black iron pressed against the shoulders of the living, and the air was full of foul-smelling dust.

A small food distribution station was set up with a few plastic tables and a blue cloth tent, and on the table were five large pots of porridge boiled, a few vegetable leaves, and a few canned minced meat that was close to its expiration date. On the other side of the table, there was already a long queue of hungry people carrying baskets of herbs on their backs, each dressed in tattered and dirty clothes, and some dragging shoes that had been worn out for several years, no different from the slum beggars of civilized times.

Compared with them, they can even change into jeans and jackets every few days to match them, and they are simply the soil emperors of the slums. An Yi stood on a small step, changed into a swaggering and domineering expression, and he shouted a voice that was clear to the entire square without a megaphone.

"A basket of herbs costs 1 yuan, and a bowl of porridge costs 1 yuan! Collect high-value herbs to the supervisor next to the review, a basket of high-priced herbs can be exchanged for 3 yuan, canned meat 30 yuan apiece, first-come, until the end of the exchange! Knowing that you are hungry like wolves, Uncle Ben repeats the rules! If anyone dares to openly rob others of their labor income in this square, Uncle Ben will use this gun to open a ventilation hole in your chest! Let's go! ”

With a wave of his hand, the staff and the long queue distributing the food began to move busily, and An Yi stood on the high platform and looked at every hungry person who stepped forward to change food, some of them were scarred teenagers, some were middle-aged people who had lost most of their lives, and a few were women. Because going up the mountain to collect herbs is not a difficult job, in addition to walking long and difficult mountain roads, you also have to identify the varieties of medicinal herbs at the foot of the mountain, and even if you dig up medicinal herbs, you have to worry about mutated animals that smell human smells and bullies who block the road and rob them. Almost every day, being able to stand here safely and change for a bowl or two of porridge and survive today is already a blessing in misfortune.

And those who are not able to work, they cannot afford to be raised in the safety zone, and they are left to starve to death in despair. In addition to the remaining human-like women, there is still a bit of value, no one will pity the waste that wastes the air alive, even if they rob the food, they will be killed on the spot by An Yi and others, killing chickens and monkeys.

Establishing order in the face of despair and lack of food requires bloody force and the fear that has been built up in the hearts of the survivors, and Comfort does a good job in this.

A swarthy and thin boy finished his porridge and carefully held his iron fist with his hands, his small eyes and rickety body like a rat crossing the street, and when he had a tendency to leave the square, countless eyes that were so green with hunger and ferocity locked him straight away. As soon as he dared to leave the square, which was managed by overseers such as An Yi, they would rush out of all sorts of dark corners, behind closed shop doors, and take the food from the little boy's hands.

The little boy certainly didn't dare, so he walked to the mouth of an unlit alley and waved his hand inside. After a while, a middle-aged woman walking against a wall appeared inside. The woman was skinny, her clothes were all made of ragged linen, her reddish-brown skin and her body touched the bones at the touch of it, and no man who wanted to vent wanted to approach it.

"Mom, drink quickly." The little boy trembled and handed the food he had worked so hard for all day to his mother. And the woman showed a fragile and feeble smile and took the porridge.

She drank only a fifth of the porridge and handed it back to her child.

"Kid, you drink." Her voice was calm, as if she had despaired of reality, as a mother could not raise a child, but was reduced to a child to raise, if it was self-blame for being a stake, then her body and mind had already been pierced by the stake cluster. The only thing that allows her to live in the world is her reluctance to her children.

The little boy looked at his mother, tears uncontrollably welling up in his eyes, and he tasted it before giving the porridge to his mother.

"Mom, one bite per person."

If it were placed in the era of civilization, there would have been a lot of onlookers crying to help each other, but in this dawn after the night, for the residents of the safe zone who have not yet completely struggled out of the night, the number of people willing to help the mother and child is zero.

Because everyone only has one breath left, in addition to supporting their families, those who have the ability to work have the kindness and spare strength to help.

Soon, only the last fifth of the small bowl of porridge remained, and the little boy wanted his mother to drink it, but the mother refused, and the two sat in the corner of the square against the wall, and not many people paid attention to the mother and son.

At this time, an old woman sitting next to the mother and son suddenly leaned over, she trembled and stretched out her hand to the little boy with a holster bone, and said pitifully: "Good boy, you mother and son have both eaten, Grandma is still hungry, Grandma is about to starve to death...... Please, good boy, can you give the rest of the porridge to Grandma......"

The little boy glanced at the old grandmother, and suddenly held the iron bowl tightly with both hands, but looking at the poor old grandmother's almost half-dead body, his heart gradually softened. The boy then turned to his mother for help.

"Son, there are many, you can eat them yourself. You are obviously growing your body, how can a bowl of porridge be enough. The mother stroked the little boy's head and said with a wry smile.

The little boy understood what his mother meant, and he bowed his head to drink the last bit of porridge so that he could work hard tomorrow to bring his mother life-saving food. But he still couldn't bear to turn his head to look at Grandma, if he didn't give the other party food, maybe she would die in a few hours.

But if I give it, I and my mother will live for a few more days.

The little boy made a cruel choice, he picked up the bowl and was about to drink it, but unexpectedly, the old grandmother suddenly grabbed the crutches on the ground and stabbed the little boy's left waist, the little boy screamed and fell to the right, the iron bowl fell to the ground, and the remaining one-fifth bowl of porridge fell to the ground.

The old woman seemed to have strength suddenly, and she pounced on the puddle of porridge that had fallen to the ground like a hungry wild dog, licked it with her tongue, and brought the food to her mouth.

However, a shadow suddenly shrouded the old woman who was robbing the food, and her face was like frost, like a demon in hell, and he spat out a sentence coldly,

"Whoever openly robs others of the fruits of their labor, die!"

Bang! The Colt rattlesnake played a brutal music, and the ground was splashed with dirty blood, and the old woman's face fell to the puddle of porridge on the ground, and her eyes that had lost their luster still retained the thirst for food and a trace of doubt in her life. This has put a terrifying heavy iron on the shoulders of all the hungry people who are eyeing it!

The Devil's Overseer who maintains order is comfortable and never stingy with his bullets.