"I've been trying to change them since the beginning."

Song Caixia turned sideways, giving up enough space for the woman to see the murderous bodyguard standing by the side wall: "I always thought this was a secret that belonged to me, but I didn't expect them to know everything." My plan was seen through, and I thought I was going to die, but it wasn't realized that it was actually themselves who really wanted to change. I have to admit that they are smarter than us. Not all monsters are like this, but some of them are visionaries. Just like the heroes among us humans, wise and excellent, always quietly save all this when ordinary people don't even know that there is a crisis. ”

The woman stared at Song Caixia with wide eyes. There were some words she didn't understand, but it didn't matter. The woman clearly saw that the corpse bodyguard was next to her, and she did not react to Song Caixia's "monster" kept talking.

"They are more adaptable to the world than we are. I'm not your enemy, I'm just sitting and doing what I'm supposed to do. ”

Song Caixia's carefully makeup-made face showed a trace of sadness: "You have killed so many companions, and you have only killed a few monsters. If my plan succeeds, it will be the entire group of monsters that will be changed. That's a huge number of hundreds of thousands! And there will be a ripple effect between the city and other cities. More monsters will abandon their original habits. Although there will still be some monsters that like to feed on humans, they will not be numerous, and they will gradually evolve with the mainstream group. ”

The woman was completely silent.

She lowered her head and fell into deep thought where Song Caixia couldn't see. Sadness and anger alternate in the depths of the eyes, shock and horror accompanied by pain. Any person with a normal mind can hear that what Song Caixia said is reasonable...... She's right, it can happen.

After a long time, the woman finally raised her head.

Her face was filled with unprecedented determination, and her eyes radiated a gaze that was even more mad than that of a beast.

“…… You...... Lie! ”

"I'll never believe you."

"You human cousin who sold herself to a monster!"

Song Caixia's eyelashes swayed. Although she was scolded by the woman repeatedly, she did not get angry, but a weird smile appeared on her face.

"I knew it was so."

She turned and walked over to the corpse bodyguard, and without saying a word, reached out to grab the gun it was wearing on her waist. This action was so sudden that the corpse bodyguard subconsciously held down the holster and looked at her with a fierce and hostile cold gaze. Song Caixia didn't speak, she showed her intentions with a stiff and stubborn move. After a stalemate of nearly five seconds, the corpse bodyguard finally understood what she meant, let go of his hand, and let her untie the holster and take the pistol.

Turning around, the cold muzzle of the gun was directly aimed at the head of the woman who was unable to resist. Song Caixia used all her strength, the hard metal squeezed through the swollen scalp, and the dark red skin that was pressed under the black barrel cracked, and a circle of pale yellow pus oozed from the surroundings.

The woman did not beg for mercy. She tried to straighten up, twisted her head with all her strength, and barely glanced at Song Caixia standing on the side with the corner of her eye, smiling like a madman.

"You want to kill me? Just because I know your secret now? ”

"Monster lackey, you won't end well. I will watch you from the heavens, as they stab you in the stomach with knives, dig out the entrails, and then roast them like pigs on iron shelves, and then eat them all little by little. ”

"Damn traitor, you stink even to the bones!"

"Bang!"

The gunfire was so dull that it caused a roar in the torture chamber. The woman's head burst open like a ripe watermelon, and her brains and blood splashed Song Caixia's body. Through the skull wound the size of a bowl, Bai Sensen's neck bone can be seen.

Song Caixia knew very well why Dongfang Bai wanted the murder bodyguard to bring him to this place, and saw this woman who was tortured to death and had only her last breath left.

Even the leader of the rebel group is still just food in the eyes of the murderous corpses.

Just like a piece of pork, we have the right to decide to eat it, or throw it away.

Song Caixia never thought of making this woman accept her ideas or develop a sense of identification with the plan. That was simply wishful thinking———— Song Caixia knew very well what kind of role she was in the eyes of those who resisted. is like what this woman who just got her head blown up by a shot by herself said: a female cousin, a traitor, a treacherous, a scum among human beings, and a helper is ***...... They have branded themselves in countless ways, all of them are marked to the extreme evil, and none of them are good.

Those who rebel will never be able to accept themselves. The corpse offered a rich reward to the rebels, and the rebels also offered a bounty on Song Caixia, a notorious human traitor. It is precisely because of his deep understanding of this that Dongfang Bai does not mind Song Caixia's attitude and gives her limited freedom and even power.

Those who have been outcasts by their own people, for any reason, cannot be accepted again.

Looking at the unsightly corpse lying on the iron chair, Song Caixia's eyes were full of sadness.

No one can understand me.

I've killed people before, and more than one. But at that time, I was trying to protect myself, to survive. If I don't deal with them, I'm the one who gets killed.

I...... There is no choice.

I want to be a good person.

However, I can only turn my back to the darkness and show my people the most cruel side of me.

Heaven can testify that I really did not betray.

If I could, I would like Nirvana.

……

The gunfire in the city of Usu has become sparse.

Outside the city, a makeshift camp for the rebels.

This is the vehicle control office in peacetime. The tall walls were turned into defensive facilities, the population piled up sand fortifications, and more than a dozen modified vehicles of different styles were parked in the open space, and people came and went in full armor. Some looked serious, some in groups of threes and twos, and some carried stretchers in groups of two, on which lay wounded people who were being taken to the medical station.

The spacious waiting hall has long been unrecognizable. The strip counters were moved together in a circle in the center of the hall. Three men occupy the south corner of the hall, sitting around a desk, arguing violently.

"No, I don't agree with this division. In this battle, it is clear that our "Horn of Justice" have contributed the most, so why should we only get 20 percent of the spoils? And you can only get the southern part of the city? ”

"Yes! The area to the north is very large, and it is the main area through which the river flows, so it should be taken out and shared by everyone. The other is the distribution of the spoils, it doesn't make sense that you "True God Prophet" have 50% of the total, and Lao Zheng and I have the other half combined. It's not fair! ”

Yang Wei felt angry.

It was not quiet around the city of Usu. Like other cities, there are a large number of human survivors, with dozens of large and small gang groups, but they are of different sizes and strengths.

Among them, the leaders of the three most powerful forces are here.

Yang Wei's gang is called "The Savior". He has about 3,000 armed men under his command, and the number of survivors attached to him is as high as tens of thousands, and the core area of the territory is slightly far away from the city, to the east.

Lao Zheng's full name is Zheng Fakui, he has a short temperament, is tall, and his previous occupation is a line maintenance worker for a mobile company, and he is very righteous. After the outbreak of the virus, with extraordinary fists and strength, a group of survivors gathered in the south outside the city of Wusu. The scale is slightly smaller than Yang Wei's "savior", but the gang name sounds a bit formulaic, called "Clarion of Justice".

Maimaiti is a fat man, short and stubby, and usually wears a small embroidered flat hat. He is always happy, and he greets everyone with a smile no matter who he meets. It is this kind of kind attitude that makes Maimaiti very popular and has excellent popularity.

This was originally a gathering place for ethnic groups, and the name "Prophet of the True God" is easy to understand just by hearing it. In the face of this deliberate choice, most of the local survivors followed Maimaiti. Of all the gangs, he is the most numerous and the strongest. There are tens of thousands of armed men alone.

When there are more people, the natural vision is higher, and even the logical thinking has changed.

"Why can't I want the north? I know there's water, but I just want that place. ”

There was no smile on Maimaiti's face now, he slowly stroked the mustache on his lips with the thumb of his right hand, stared at Zheng Fakui, who was sitting opposite angrily, with a cold gaze, and said without a smile: "In this battle, we all have contributed." We, the "Prophets of God", have been rushing to the front, and we have consumed the most ammunition and supplies. Now that we've won, those monsters in the city will die and flee, and the territory to the north will of course be mine. ”

"your!"

Zheng Fakui jumped up suddenly, pointed at Maimaiti's fat face and scolded: "Your people rushed to the front? Do you consume the most ammo supplies? You're just talking nonsense with your eyes open. Lao Tzu's "Horn of Justice" killed thousands of people before and after, and more than 3,000 civilians were filled in the back. What about you? Your dog stayed behind 1 day 1 until the battle situation was clear, and those monsters didn't know what was crazy, and you didn't come up until you gave up. ”

The more he talked, the more angry he became, and he slapped the table with a "snap", shaking the teacups and jumping up: "Maimaiti, you guys are simply stealing and playing tricks." Let me tell you, let's count the heads of the dead. There will be no less than four thousand on my side, and Yang Wei's side is almost the same number. What about you? How many people have died in your "true God prophets"? We can put all the corpses out and let everyone judge them. ”

Looking at Zheng Fakui, who was thunderous, Yang Wei, who was sitting at the other end of the table, couldn't help frowning.

Zheng Fakui's words are not wrong.

However, herein lies the problem———— both the "Clarion Call for Justice" and the "Savior" suffered heavy losses in this battle.

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