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A lot of information is always revealed unintentionally. You'll never be able to dig into the exact source of these messages. They circulate like the wind among the men in black. It's like those inexplicable gossip in peacetime, you don't know where the source is, it's just a rumor, but it's all true.

You can take out your opponent by any means you can, but you can't get involved in a life-and-death battle between two people. No matter which side you help, you will be seen as a violation by the second-floor guards and will be killed on the spot.

If both sides lose the duel, you can't take advantage of their unpreparedness to pick up the bargain. Not only will you not be eligible to kill, but you will also be shot in the head by a guard.

You can use any method to complete the kill, using scams, deception, time, place, etc. For example, if you preset some kind of trap in advance, as long as the materials used are all owned by the base, there is no problem at all.

Conclusion: It has to be one-on-one, which is the key to non-negotiation.

There were several couples in the square who were fighting for their lives.

Less than twenty meters away from Meng Yongquan, a man in black was pressed by another man in black on the shoulders and completely fell to the ground.

He was beaten so badly that his shaved head was covered in blood, and his scalp was torn apart, revealing shocking blood marks. His right arm was severed, and several bloody teeth were scattered on the ground. The man struggled to raise his head, and muffled weeping and forgiveness came out of his mouth.

"Please...... Stop fighting and let me go...... Give me...... An opportunity. ”

The victor who had total control of the situation rode on top of him and clamped his neck tightly with his powerful legs. He was also badly injured, his left eye ripped out of his socket and hung diagonally next to the bridge of his nose. This sharp pain stimulates a convulsion in the body and also prompts the victor to turn a deaf ear to the wails of the loser. His remaining eye began to become bloodshot, and his face was contorted to the extreme with ecstasy and anger.

"you!"

He threw his huge fist, ignoring the tattered skin at the front end, with blood and incomparably violent force, and slammed it into the temple of the loser who was crushed under the crotch. The sound of "bang bang bang" continued, and the screams became lower and lower, until finally the sound was completely lost.

When the one-eyed victor stood up from the corpse of the deceased, his feet twitched. After only two steps forward, his whole body was like a big tree that had been cut down, and he fell hard.

There were a lot of people watching on the side, and there were all kinds of messy voices.

"This guy is a fool who took so much effort to take out a piece of shit, and he turned into a waste himself! Hahahaha! ”

"Yards! This kid is mine, and no one is allowed to rob it. Lao Tzu will wait for him patiently for three days, and when the time comes, I will smash his head. ”

"Shut up, he's my prey. Grab ...... with me Are you impatient? ”

"Hey, hey, hey! Or I can kill you right now. ”

A new round of fighting became fierce with the noise of shouting.

Meng Yongquan had already eaten half of the biscuits, and he drank half a bottle of Erguotou, and the alcohol caused his body to heat up, and he had the urge to move and release violence and physical strength.

The material condition of the underground base is absolutely top-notch. You can find any wine you want at the bar. Even top goods such as "Moutai" or "Lafite" are not lacking at all. Of course, the amount you get won't be too much, just a small cup.

Meng Yongquan looked expressionlessly as the one-eyed victor lay on the ground gasping for breath, and several black-clothed people with fine lights in their eyes gathered around him, talking in a low voice with excited expressions. Some people reached out to feel his pulse very directly, and others leaned closer to take a closer look at his injuries. Despite the blur of flesh and blood in the injured eye socket, the victor was still breathing and his vital signs were intact.

And that's a good thing.

This means that after three days he will be the prey of others.

The guy was right, this guy is a brainless fool. He worked hard to kill his opponent, but he made himself scarred, and it was the kind of serious injury that made his combat effectiveness multiply. [Zero ↑ Nine △ Small ↓ Say △ Net] He only has the last three days left in his life. This kind of exchange is simply stupid.

Meng Yongquan suddenly understood the rules of the underground base that seemed impersonal and were extremely ruthless.

Combat isn't just about lunging, you have to be sober and sane while fighting. Otherwise, even if you win, you will die.

Suddenly, a shadow rushed over from the side and broke directly into the bar where Meng Yongquan was eating.

It was a woman in a black bodysuit. He is in his thirties, with long and thin cheeks and fine roots of pale blue oozing from the top of his bare head. Her skin was very white, and her surface was littered with more than a dozen scars, large and small. Some have healed, some look fresh and apparently have only recently appeared.

She unceremoniously knocked down the waitress at the counter.

It was an act of brutality that was extremely rude and heartless. Meng Yongquan's hand holding the biscuit froze, and he watched the woman pull down the hostess's underwear in an extremely strong posture, press the helpless man to the ground, spread his legs, and sit on it in an extremely strong way.

Women, like men, also need physiological release. This is the real reason why there are both men and women in bar hostesses.

The bar counter was very high, and from the angle where Meng Yongquan was, he could no longer see the waitress lying on the ground, but his trembling and frightened voice could be heard.

“…… No...... Please......"

The female voice was presumptuous and hoarse: "Hey, hey, hey! I just like your little white face. ”

A man in extreme fear can do nothing, let alone be forced to go through the process of going from weak to hard. This kind of thing is not difficult for the woman in black. Meng Yongquan saw her take out a syringe from the pocket of her underwear, pull out the plastic sleeve, and insert it into the waiter's shoulder, injecting all the liquid.

This is a special potion for physiological release given to all men in black by the underground base. This stuff can boost adrenaline and hormones in a short period of time, and whether you're looking at a man or a woman, it's all about using potions to achieve the goal.

The waitress screamed, facing the sky on her back, and the woman in black was like a female beast in heat, gritting her teeth, biting constantly on the surface of his **** body, scratching back and forth with her nails.

Meng Yongquan couldn't stand it, and couldn't help but open his mouth and say, "Can't you just be lighter?" Even if it's a pig, you have to give him the pleasure of being ravaged. ”

This sentence is obviously more of a mockery than an exhortation.

The woman turned her head suddenly, looked at Meng Yongquan with a fierce and cold gaze, and spat out a sharp and hideous warning from her mouth: "It's your business!" Isn't it so talkative, believe it or not, ****** old lady? ”

Meng Yongquan swallowed all the unspoken words.

His body shrank a little, as if he was intimidated by the tough warning. The woman was pleased with the effect of her words, and with a look of disdain on her face, she turned around and continued to take pleasure in the screaming hostess.

Behind the counter that she couldn't see, Meng Yongquan held the empty wine bottle in his hand, his face full of cruelty.

This is a chance to give yourself a chance to survive for three days. In the seconds after release, both muscles and nerves become very tired. This woman may have been carried away by desire, or she had just come in and couldn't figure out the situation...... Hey, hey, hey, it doesn't matter. As long as you wear this black tights, it means that you are eligible to be killed.

Meng Yongquan waited patiently.

He knew he would win.

……

Kunming.

There is no sign of human survival here.

The weather is getting warmer.

The dense wreckage of vehicles on the highway is the same as it was a few months ago, nothing has changed. They are covered with dust, and the color of the window glass and paint is dull. The corrosive effects of rainwater are becoming apparent, and if left unattended, they can quickly become dilapidated until they become completely useless.

The high-end toll booth has been dilapidated, and several entrances and exits have been smashed into tatters, revealing steel bar fractures. Several vehicles trying to rush out of the city at high speed lay on the side of the road, and an off-road vehicle was stuck straight into the toll room, and the entire rear of the car was suspended in the air, full of dirt.

More than a dozen living corpses gathered at a gas station next to the road. Weapons such as iron rods in their hands, they smashed open the glass doors locked from the inside with incredible force. The terrible situation caused the faces of several survivors in the gas station supermarket to change drastically, and before they could resist, they were quickly separated by the swarm of corpses and became the target of hunting. Soon, screams wafted over the gas station, and the ground was littered with blood and minced meat.

There are still many survivors.

In the face of a sudden viral crisis, humanity will not be wiped out all at once. How many people really survived? Presumably there will never be an exact number. But one thing is certain———— human beings are the existence at the top of the earth's biological chain after all, they will run, they will hide, and they will fight to the death.

Five people, perhaps six, turned into lifeless corpses inside and outside the gas station. It would have been difficult to survive until now, and if it weren't for the gas station supermarket, a place where there is no shortage of food and water, I am afraid it would be difficult to sustain itself. However, the "luck" is really elusive, and by now, these survivors have exhausted their last luck.

No one thought that a living corpse would use a weapon. Despite being a simple stick, it is terrifying.

The feast of flesh and blood has attracted the attention of many little bugs who like blood. They flew between the slimy flesh, and a few hapless ones were swallowed by the living corpses.

At the end of the distant highway, a man with a faltering step slowly walked.

Tall, thin, slender and long, with a very short shadow under the midday sun in spring.

He didn't seem to have much of a goal, just kept walking in the direction of the toll booth.