Being alive is like a race. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Ma Cong saw a picture when he was young, and he still remembers it very well. It was a group of athletes on the starting line, some on the roof of a Maserati, some on the roof of a Rolls-Royce, some on the roof of a Rolls-Royce, some with muscular legs, and still so scrawny that not only did he not have a car to carry him, but he had to drag a big, dilapidated cart with his elderly parents in it.

Ma Cong didn't understand it at first, and it wasn't until the tutor explained it to him that he understood that this was the so-called "everyone's starting line is the same". Yes, everyone's starting line is indeed the same, but everyone's way of moving forward is different, people sitting on the roof of a Maserati Rolls-Royce can easily reach the finish line without doing anything, and people pulling dilapidated big board cars may not be able to reach the end line after a lifetime of hard work, and are likely to die of exhaustion in the middle of the road.

originally thought that this was cruel enough, but when he got older, Ma Cong realized that reality is far more cruel than comics, not only everyone's conditions are different, but even the path they take is different. Some people are born directly at the end of the line, some people drive a Maserati and walk on a flat avenue, enjoy the scenery and enjoy life all the way to the end, and what about those who pull a big board car? Now that the social class is solidified, they have to walk on the winding path full of thorns and mud, and if they take a few steps, they will be covered in bruises, and even worse, it is likely that they will find that the road they have walked is a dead end, and the reward of gritting their teeth to the end is only to hit their heads on the south wall, and their heads will be broken and bleeding.

Fortunately, Ma Cong belongs to the category of people who drive Maserati, otherwise he really doubts whether he can persist in living to his twenties and whether he will commit suicide early.

However, just when Ma Cong graduated from university, relied on spending money on tutoring and family connections to be admitted to graduate school, thinking that he was going to start enjoying life, the road in front of him was shattered in an instant.

There is no wide Avenue of Stars, no narrow path, just a flat land and a cage, no one can get out, no one has to go again.

Ma Cong guessed that the social class in the cage would be loosened at this time, and violence would solve everything anyway. Relying on their own legs or pulling a big cart, the athletes who have been trained since childhood, experienced the wind, frost, rain and snow, and have a strong body and a hard mentality, no longer have to chase Maserati to eat exhaust, as long as they want, they can take out the second generation of Maserati and kick them at any time.

"If you don't suffer from poverty, you only suffer from inequality, no wonder some people will say that the end times are better." Ma Cong thought, "They thought that when the end of the world came, everyone would really run the same line together, but many of them didn't understand that in the past, the rich second-generation officials like me used to drive sports cars to race with them, and now if there is a second-generation, they will drive a tank to run with them." ”

Ma Cong felt that he could see very clearly that there was absolutely no good fruit to eat when people like him ran out, so he put an end to the idea of contact with the outside world from the beginning, and took his father and mother and a few young models he raised to hide in the underground shelter he had carefully built.

said that it was a refuge room, but it was actually an underground base, and Ma Cong had long felt that he might have paranoia, and often thought about what if the end of the world really came one day?

With such an idea, Ma Cong squandered countless times and built a refuge base under his villa, for which he was scolded by his parents countless times, and now it seems that not to mention being scolded, even if he was beaten countless times, it is worth it!

There is endless food in the underground shelter base, there is a water purification system, the power is powered by generators and solar energy, and it doesn't matter if the noise is louder, zombies can't get in anyway. Not only can't zombies get in, but people can't get in, Ma Cong thinks that the most unpredictable thing is people's hearts, he will never help others, otherwise what if he lures wolves into the house? Of course, if it is not a wolf that comes, but the kind of beautiful white rabbit who is soft and sweet at first glance and has a good figure, then Ma Cong will not hesitate to help, after all, the harem needs to be replenished.

"Look at it now, everyone outside is dying, right? Only I lived a chic and comfortable life. Ma Cong thought triumphantly, "I have a bedroom, a kitchen, a shower room, everything, let the corpses outside be like a sea, only I have a big meal to eat, a soft bed to sleep on, let you be a loveless beauty and tender model, come in and live for a few days, be full of hope for life, kneel and lick me." ”

"Honey, there's someone up there!" A young woman with a hot body and a bikini hurriedly walked to Ma Cong's side, and the air conditioner was turned on in the room, so she didn't feel cold when she wore a three-point style in winter. As for whether it is shameful? People with a sense of shame probably don't live to live today.

"What? How so? Ma Cong was surprised, it was not that no one had come before, but Ma Cong never opened the electronic control door, never let anyone in, and then he was afraid that someone would jump over the wall, in order to avoid trouble Ma Cong simply used the engine to make noise to attract a large number of zombies to surround the villa, and no one dared to approach after that.

It's been more than three months since the last time I saw a living human, and Ma Cong thought that the people of Yuanjiang were dead, but he didn't expect that there were still people alive and running here? It's full of zombies out there.

Ma Cong hurriedly got up and ran to the monitoring room, there are countless cameras on the ground 360 degrees around every corner, leaving no dead ends, each camera can be retracted by itself, and the price is expensive. Ma Cong looked at the picture transmitted by the camera to the computer screen, and there were two men hiding in the shadows more than a hundred meters away from the villa.

"This?" Ma Cong asked in surprise, "Is it a survivor?" How did you get here? ”

The beautiful woman in a bikini beside him frowned and shook her head, and whispered, "Not quite really, their clothes are a little strange, and they are very clean, and they don't look like they haven't washed for a long time." Also, they didn't seem to be scared at all when they saw hundreds of zombies. ”

Ma Cong took a closer look at the camera and looked closely, the clothes worn by the two men in the picture were indeed a little abnormal, they were dressed in black from beginning to end, although the clothing style was concise, but the overall feeling was very high-level, the most striking thing was that they were embroidered with a cross-shaped white sword on their clothes, this kind of costume is not strange at all to appear in film and television dramas, but in reality, even in the last days, there is always an indescribable sense of disobedience.

"What do they want to do?"

The bikini beauty didn't open her mouth to answer Ma Cong's question, because she was shocked by the image on the other monitor.

At the same time, Ma Cong turned on the listening device and wanted to hear the situation outside, but he didn't hear the conversation between the two people, only the sound of a big trembling.

And a loud roar that punctures the eardrums.

"Heavy Cavalry Battalion, Charge!"