Cherry Lake was originally a relatively famous tourist attraction before the end of the world.

There is a mirror-like lake, and the fields surrounding the lake are full of sweet and delicious cherries, and many tourists come here when the cherries are ripe.

It's not cherry ripening season, but Cherry Lake, which has been silent for a long time after the outbreak of the virus, is finally bustling again.

"Cherry Town", not far from Cherry Lake, has been completely occupied by the military and turned into a temporary base.

All kinds of military tanks and armored vehicles came in and out, and the civilian airport outside the town had long been cleared, and planes took off and landed from time to time.

Violent and erotic rap music, shirtless men playing basketball, chewing gum and holding high-powered rifles at the outpost......

It seems that this place is the same as the military base of the United States before the end of the world, and there are no mutated creatures in sight.

Occasionally, there was a burst of gunfire in the field, and from time to time transport vehicles brought back groups of survivors.

There are no warm greetings, and there are no touching condolences.

Drive all the ecstatic survivors to the baths, or let them clean themselves, or shoot the interested GIs with high-pressure water cannons, and don't let these stinking people dirty the makeshift base, that's what these GIs care about.

During the rinsing process, it is inevitable that the spring light will leak.

So some screams of rage, the sound of clothes being torn, muffled gasps or seductive moans, everything is inevitable.

Refusal, and just for show.

Fengying is the main theme.

Just like those soldiers of the United States said, they risked their lives to stay here. Even to pick you up at close range, only in the last days when you could die at any moment. Having fun with them is nothing at all.

This is truly an open country. At least in terms of "sexuality", that's it.

Therefore, the "bath" is the "artillery field", in which naked bodies can be seen hugging each other and stirring, and the space is filled with a thick water mist and a faint smell of bodily fluids.

"Tell those bastards that I don't care about ordinary civilians, and if someone has a conflict with a superpower, don't say that I won't protect him when the time comes."

The supreme authority at the temporary base is Major Rex, a bearded man who bites a thick cigar. Spit Xingzi sprayed the guard in the face.

"Okay, boss."

The guard immediately obeyed, and seeing that the major was not paying attention, he took one out of the cigar box on the table, turned and ran.

"Sean, you bastard. I swear, I'll kick your sister when I go back this time, and I'll see if you dare to mess around with me then. ”

Rex was furious and scolded.

It's not that he's stingy. Cohiba cigars were a rare good thing before the end of the world, especially now when almost all the world's systems are collapsing.

At this moment, the communicator on the table rang, and the angry Major Rex cursed again. After connecting it, I became interested when I heard it.

Leaving the office, he pinched the chest of Bai Huahua, the bewitching female secretary outside, and Rex walked out in the latter's coquettish laughter. Got into the jeep and went to the airport.

A short time later, a helicopter gunship took off from the airfield. Flew straight to the east.

"What's wrong, boss. What can alarm you? ”

The captain, a black man and a big smoker, stared at him for a long time until Rex threw the butt of the cigarette to him, then asked greedily.

"Helmet, you."

Rex slapped his crooked helmet and said, "There's a big guy in the canyon to the east, and the chariot can't drive in, so I'm asking for air support." ”

"No matter how big the guy is, he can't withstand the bombardment of high-energy cannons, BOSS, just wait and see."

The smirked, skilfully maneuvering the fighter to climb high, then sank into the canyon and flew quickly.

The last days could not have been better for them, the GIs equipped with the most advanced weapons.

They need to kill the enemy, the civilians are looking up to them, and those "supermen" are far inferior to their performance on the battlefield without systematic training.

So every GI is the upper part of any base.

They don't have to worry about food, every time they go out to search for supplies, they will inevitably intercept some of them, as long as a little bit peeks out from between their fingers, they will be like God in the last days.

Drive the fastest car, the fastest plane, drink the best liquor, smoke the best cigarettes, and play with the best women.

The last days, for the GIs, are heaven.

As for the dead and wounded, they don't care about that.

War, how can there be immortals.

What's more, now they have the sharpest high-tech weapons, and the mutant creatures that were originally invulnerable have completely turned into local chickens and dogs under their powerful firepower output.

This has caused the soldiers of the United States to not be afraid of missions, and missions mean that they have military merits, which will allow their current or future families and relatives to live a paradise-like life in the base.

Even if you die, don't worry about that.

The is excited because of these, no matter how big the guy is, he can't resist the bombardment of high-energy cannons, as long as he hits or kills the target, he is the one who drives the gunship, and a military merit can't run.

Flying rapidly down the winding canyon, the showed his excellent piloting skills, and several times he saw that he was about to hit the mountain wall, but he brushed it without danger.

Major Rex wasn't unfazed - were known for their piloting skills, or he wouldn't have ventured out.

After about ten minutes of flight, the helicopter gunship finally arrived on the battlefield.

"They're also fatal."

Major Rex grinned as he looked at the group of desperate fleeing survivors on the ground, and then at the behemoths they were chasing.

It was a mutated giant ape, over twenty meters tall, covered in steel needle-like hair.

It's not so much a chase as a torture.

A few brisk steps caught up with the crowd, and the giant ape reached out and pinched a few people, brought them to his mouth and chewed them, and the one that ate it was called an eyebrow dance.

There is no hurry to chase at all, and after carefully eating and licking the blood on its hands, it will catch up again.

Major Rex was not the only bystander in this bloody hunt.

His men were driving several off-road motorcycles from the mountains above the canyon, and they were well-armed and had no intention of making a move.

"These bastards, they have brought a few sets of mechanical exoskeleton armor, and they don't dare to make a move when they see the big guys."

Rex motioned for the to fly the gunship to the giant ape, looked at the waving subordinates above the canyon, and couldn't help but laugh and curse. (To be continued......)