daytime

Outside the place where the mob live.

Two thin, shabby scavengers were passing by and were about to rush to the distance to pick up waste.

There was some hatred and anger in their eyes as they swept over their place of residence, but they quickly hid it.

"It's strange, at this time, why don't you see the group of beasts inside?" One of them spoke suspiciously.

Hodgson next to him also suddenly realized, "George, you say this, I really didn't hear the sound of these beasts today, it shouldn't be an accident, right?" ”

"Hehe, what's wrong? I wish all these beasts were going to hell. George yelled.

"Forget it, go quickly, otherwise once we are seen by that group of beasts, we will have no money, and we will inevitably be beaten." Hodgson shook his head and said.

Soon, the two men were about to pass by the edge of their place of residence.

George suddenly let out an exclamation.

"What's wrong?"

Hodgson, who was hurrying away, immediately turned back.

George pointed to the periphery of his residence with some trembling tremors, and said, "Look at it, if it's a person." ”

Hodgson looked in the direction of his finger.

I saw a figure wearing a rampant black jacket, lying on the ground face down, motionless.

"It's like a human." Hodgson swallowed and said with some uncertainty.

With his experience over the years, a person who can bury his entire face in the soil and remain motionless has a high probability of dying.

The reason why he didn't dare to confirm it was because it was the territory of the Ramps, and their members died on their own territory, which he simply did not dare to imagine.

"Let's go and take a look."

George seemed to be interested, beckoned, and looked forward alone.

Seeing that he had already walked away, Hodgson stomped his foot, and could only choose to follow.

Coming to this figure, before the two of them could check, they were stunned by the scene that appeared in front of them.

Through a street next to them, they saw more than a dozen figures lying motionless on the ground, all of which seemed to have black and red blood on their bodies that were about to dry up.

As they got closer, they noticed a faint stench coming from the figures.

They know that this is the smell of corpses.

The reason why it doesn't smell big now is just because these corpses haven't been dead for long.

"It's really nice to finally have someone to get rid of the scourge of the rampaging group."

George clapped his hands and laughed.

Hodgson looked at the corpses with a bitter face.

He didn't feel sorry for the mobsters, but because if the mobs were eliminated by another force, what would this new force do to them scavengers?

Will they be more brutal?

This kind of unknown is what worries him the most.

……

Noon.

Area 62, a small gathering of hundreds of people.

There was a black man standing in the crowd, shouting loudly to get their attention.

"Have you heard? The rampant clan didn't know what force they were guilty of, and all of them died, and none of them survived. ”

After saying that, the entire crowd was stunned for two seconds, and not a single sound came out.

Then, there were disbelief voices one after another.

"What? Are the rampers dead? ”

"With the strength of the rampaging clan, who has such great ability?"

"Are you kidding us? Spread such rumors, once you are caught by the rampants, you are afraid that life is worse than death. ”

Doubts were heard from the crowd.

It's not like no one has spread this rumor that the mob is dead, but it didn't take long for the person who spread the rumor to be caught.

It is said that he was also tied to a rope by the group of scum with five locomotives, and the horrific punishment of five horses was dismembered.

"Absolutely not deceiving, holding and walking is not dead, how dare I say this, I haven't lived enough." The black man said, waving his hand.

"What proof do you have that they're dead?"

Questions came from the crowd.

"Proof?" The black man laughed, and then said with bad intentions: "Since you don't believe it, do you dare to bet 50 hope points with me." ”

As soon as the money was mentioned, there was no sound in the crowd.

After all, since the black man is so sure that he dares to bet with them, then what he said is very likely to be true.

"What he said is true, I just learned about it from my friend, and it is said that Gilson's body was found dozens of kilometers away from us."

A panting, horse-faced man squeezed into the crowd.

When the black man heard the horse-faced man's voice, his face was full of unhappiness and he missed another opportunity to make money.

"Even Gilson is dead?"

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd who heard the news.

All along, the Rogers have been a brutal vampire pressed against them.

If something goes wrong, they will be beaten and scolded at best, or beaten to death.

Even some members of the mob clan will capture them at will at will in order to have fun and play some games of death.

It's not that they haven't thought about resisting, but in the face of the notorious criminals in the mob clan, whether it is physical fitness, equipment or combat awareness, they are far inferior.

With modern weapons, they only have a few pistols at most, and the rampaging team can directly destroy their gathering place of hundreds of people by sending a small team at will.

Therefore, they can only survive in this environment.

After all, as long as there is a glimmer of hope to live, they can endure all the injustices, and after a long time, they are not willing to change this life again.

"You said that the rampaging group was completely wiped out, so who will replace them?"

One of them asked aloud.

The horse-faced man shook his head and said, "At present, no organization has admitted to exterminating the Rampaging Group, the only thing that knows is that the more precious things and firearms in the Ramps' lair have been looted. ”

"There are still a lot of waste pickers inside, risking their lives to search inside."

"The Ramps have been wiped out, so what if the new organization is even more brutal? Will the days to come be more difficult than when the rampaging group is there? ”

Voices of concern came from the crowd.

When they are oppressed, most people always think that a hero will suddenly appear and help them eliminate the people who oppress them.

But when the oppressors of them are eliminated, they are worried, fearing that they will live a more difficult life later.

This kind of emotion of suffering from gains and losses is not an exception for most people.

"No matter who the organization that killed the rampant clan is, it deserves Lao Tzu's gratitude."

A rude voice came from the crowd.

"Worthy of your gratitude? What if that group was more brutal? Then we are afraid that you will not be living now. Someone retorted.

"Hey, I'm happy, can you take care of it, bean sprouts."

A rude-looking man walked out.

"You—" The choked man burst into flames and wanted to rush up and hit him.

But when he looked at the thick arms, he had to swallow his head and bow his head, but there was a hint of viciousness in his eyes.