Manolo has a deep hatred for the slums, this anger is like a flame that burns his heart all the time, the will for revenge, firmly rooted in his mind, this is a hatred that cannot be washed away for a thousand years, ten thousand years, this is a heroic soul that can only be soothed by blood.

He had never smiled since the moment he stood on the land again, the happy, happy Manolo of the past was dead, and all that survived was the man's shell and the will to vengeance that would never be extinguished. With a dagger, he carved an oath on his body, an oath of revenge.

Since the collapse of the world economic system, unprecedented riots have swept the city, and deeper darkness has shrouded the heads of everyone here, obscuring the sky. An incompetent and corrupt government, a deformed society in which officials are complicit in crime, even the police and the military.

Manoro has a deep hatred for this, although he used to be one of them, a policeman, he is only willing to do his job in practice, collect black money from local underworld forces, and provide convenience for them, only when he returns home, can he get that little bit of preciousness from his family, which Manolo regards as his life.

Family is the most beautiful word in his life, and his daughter is his angel who is more precious than his life.

Whenever he came home, hearing his daughter's delicate and tender call, hugging her small, soft body, Manolo put a little of his daughter's favorite gift in front of her, and listened to her happy laughter, which was enough to wash away the fatigue of the day, the depression of being insulted by his boss, and the uneasiness of violating his conscience, in such laughter, it seemed so insignificant.

At that time, unlike his other colleagues, he was off duty. Wasting time and a meager salary on bars and women, drunk and decadent. Manoro looks forward to going home every day, back to his wife and daughter, even if he is ostracized by his colleagues because of this. The boss laughed, but also felt that every breath of air he breathed was happy.

Whenever he recalls this, Manolo's empty heart is as painful as a fire, his soul seems to be tormented in a pot of oil, and every moment of happiness in the past is the deepest pain for him now. He was obsessed with this happiness and was happy to endure this heart-rending pain!

Because that's the only way. Only then can he feel a little sense of existence in his empty heart.

In order to maintain a little warmth in the depths of the soul, and then there is a deeper pain.

He's like sucking. tortured himself like poison repeatedly, completely ignoring the torture that consumed his happiness and tortured his soul. The more his heart hurts, the more tenacious he becomes, this tenacity. Make him invincible.

It is because of the comfort of his family that Manolo compares to his colleagues. What a dangerous sin to maintain a conscience, in a sinful, rotten world!

Because, if you don't dissolve in the darkness, then it will devour you!

Soon. During a routine inspection, Manoro spotted a group of prostitutes, apparently forced girls, to Manoro's unimaginable impact, and he took the cash stuffed by the smugglers. It was very rich, five hundred dollars, half a year's salary, and he knew what a terrible threat these sins were behind him.

On the way back, Manoro could not forget the look of deep anticipation in the eyes of these girls of his daughter's age, and the desperate eyes when he saw him take the cash, he turned around and went back there to kill the head of the smuggler who was trading.

The hero became a sinner, and when Manolo was ruined and fled home from prison, he could only hold his daughter's unseemly corpse and weep bitterly!

On that day, he fused hatred into his blood and bones, and he swore with his whole soul that he would drag all murderers into hell together!

Manoro kissed the cross around his neck, he was a Catholic, he prayed for his wife and daughter to rest in heaven, but he himself, willing to step into hell.

"Noah, Ella! It's time for revenge! This time, instead of dragging our enemies to hell, we will drag all this, those who threaten you, those who mutilate you, all this unrighteousness and darkness into hell, so that the blood of these people will be sprinkled all over St. Paul. ”

"This inverted sin, this hell in the world, the deep sin comes from everything here, the sanctimonious officials, the corrupt government, the ignorant people, and the once numb me! All of them will be reduced to ashes in the flames, and I will make those black. Gangsters and poisons. Traffickers, pay the price of blood, blood debts, will be repaid with blood! ”

Manoro tore off the cross around his neck and hung the medal of the sickle and hammer on his chest, and behind him were the apocalypse tanks, and above their heads, the party flag fluttered high on the Kirov airship. Manoro climbed aboard the electromagnetically maneuvered exoskeleton armor on the side, and São Paulo was in front of him, but they were still waiting for a signal, a signal to attack.

The whole city of São Paulo, all the radio stations, the stereos suddenly fell silent.

Just when people were looking at the sky, alleys, and radios in confusion, a prelude to a pengbai suddenly sounded.

"Rise hungry slaves! Rise up all the people who are suffering! The blood is already boiling, and we must fight for the truth! The old world is in tatters, slaves, get up! Get up! Don't say we have nothing, we want to be the masters of the world. This is the final struggle, unite until tomorrow, and Internaire must achieve it! ……”

"What can you sacrifice for these?" It was as if a voice asked again.

"My everything!" Manoro replied.

In the sky, the Kirov airship was already in place, the terror robots fell from the sky like dumplings, and in this city, an absolutely powerful course of war began, and the weak government resistance army, with only one shock of the Soviet army, was annihilated in artillery fire.

The local guerrillas, driving mechs, rushed into the slums, and the local black forces were as powerless as chickens in front of the army, and the gunners they had raised did not even make a splash in the face of electromagnetic weapons and Gauss rifles.

Regardless of the crime, without talking about human rights, one needle after another confession, hit the black of the captives. On the gang's body, despite their rolled eyes and scorched brains, a large number of confessions were confessed, and then, more people were dragged out of their homes by the clone army.

Whether he was a child or an old man, whether he was poor or rich, everything that was clearly recorded in the confessions was bound up, and those who tried to stir up the slum revolt were soon suppressed with even more blood, cruelty and ruthlessness, ruthlessness and violence, which terrified the entire slum.

From Rio de Janeiro to São Paulo, from Colombia to Mexico, the United States, the Soviet Union, the European Union, the British Commonwealth, China, all the major powers, carried out an absolutely iron-fisted suppression of the surrounding areas suspected of underworld forces, suspected of crime and poverty.

Groups of people, with the help of Skynet, were quickly identified, and then their crimes were read out like an assembly line, and outside the city, a huge earth pit was dug out, and a hundred prisoners were gathered, and they would be brought here, pointed a pistol at the back of the head, and executed.

Before they had time to bury their bodies, the next group of people came, just right, let's bury them together!

Manoro did not have to be distracted to distinguish his enemies, because the whole of São Paulo, and indeed the whole world, had become a huge execution ground, the communist vanguard Soviets, in South America, in Asia, in the South Asian subcontinent, in Eastern Europe, in the Middle East, in Africa, against drugs. Traffickers, to people. trafficking, against the chiefs, against all organized crime groups.

Militarized extermination.

Poppy. The fields were burned, the evil organizations, and even the soil in which they lived, were eradicated, and the tentacles of the Great Purge penetrated into all aspects of the country, and in the most remote places, even Skynet participated in this cleanup work.

In African tribes, Terminator robots eradicate the chief's personal guard, AK and bazooka in the face of sophisticated small nuclear weapons, not much stronger than spears, blazing space-based weapons, and even let the chief's residence, evaporate entirely.

After the economic collapse, the order that was gradually getting out of control was pulled back in a very strange way.

Iron-fisted governments, powerful grassroots organizations, clones and robots to govern the moment, the red flag was planted all over the world in the frenzied export of the Soviet revolution. The Soviet model, which was popularized in more than 70 percent of the world's poor countries, organized by the Soviet Union, formed communist parties of various countries to carry out orderly work.

This time the Soviets not only had to arrange their own economic plans, but half of the burden of global economic recovery was on its shoulders. The whole world, in a brutal way, was pinched together by the Soviet Union, and the United States, for some reason, did not stop this process.

This time, the global hegemony has finally been established, and the winner in this competition will be destined to have absolute influence in the world.

In the biochemical laboratory of Raccoon City, USA, Chimpanzee Caesar, cleverly dodging the camera, its eyes exude the brilliance of human beings, not far away, the blue potion is sealed in a plasticized water vessel, which can only be opened by entering the correct password, and Caesar's ear, taking out the wire it secretly left during the experiment.

It used its wire, in the lock of the cage that locked it, turned a few times, only to hear a soft click, and was submerged in Caesar's thick fleshy claws, Caesar easily went to the lock, from the dead end of the surveillance, to the elixir.

It carefully touched the bottle of the potion, and suddenly saw a figure standing behind it in the reflection of the bottle, and Caesar hurriedly retracted his hand, jumping up and down like a real orangutan, making various animal forms.

The Asian man, sitting quietly, looked at Caesar.

A very familiar voice made Caesar stunned, "See you again!" Caesar! ”

Chen Ang sat in front of Caesar, smiling, but made the little orangutan feel like a great enemy. (To be continued......)