At night, in fact, for these survivors who live underground, the so-called day and night are just the difference between turning on the lights and not turning on the lights, and due to the problem of saving energy, in fact, even if it is 'daytime', the street lights here are half-lit. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

After 5 o'clock, the street lights were completely dimmed, and only the respective rooms were still electrified, and after 8 o'clock, even the power in the respective rooms would be cut off, and only the guards at the door and a few dim street lights would be lit up in the fenced open spaces of the base.

Some people will have some fun here, fighting, playing cards and swearing, as for alcohol? That kind of thing is a luxury now, and these ordinary residents who can't enter Buck's main base naturally can't enjoy the beauty of alcohol.

Oh yes, and marijuana, which is actually cheaper than alcohol, but it's still expensive, and it's not something that ordinary people can enjoy.

On such a starless and moonlit night, once the little light brought by the street lamp was gone, the rest of the street was completely darkened, and from time to time a person or two would emerge from the shadows and join the crowd of people who had nothing to do.

Sado also stood among these people.

At this moment, he was watching a 1-on-1 heads-up, surrounded by the smell of marijuana and the roar of madness, there were two men with bloody faces, they didn't look like they were fighting at all, except that they didn't attack the sensitive parts, they were all ruthless.

At present, it seems that the battle situation is still obvious, although the black strong man with the braided head is one size smaller than the white man opposite, he is obviously more proficient in martial arts, and the whip leg kicked out a strong wind, and slammed it on the bald white man's body.

Four minutes after the opening game, the white man's thighs thicker than basketball were already kicked and he was unable to walk, and he could only limp close to the black man.

It was simply to dodge the whip leg and not kick other parts, just kick towards that leg, and the white man changed his leg and put it in front of him to kick the new one, until the white man was kicked uncontrollably and knelt on the ground, the black man rode on the other side and began to punch the face after giving the white man a leg to the head.

It wasn't until the white man was beaten and lost consciousness that the black with the braided head was pulled away.

After the white man was carried away, the panting pigtail-headed black man still stayed on the field, and then another white man with a pot lid head who was stronger than the white man just now came on the field, and this guy went up and threw himself at the pigtail head without saying a word, and the top of the pigtail head was a bag fall, and a fat beat sent the black man off the field.

After killing the black man, he also did not leave the field and continued to meet the fight.

In these duels, some of them are worth watching, and some of them are simply standing on the stake against the output, you give me a punch and I will give you a punch, completely defenseless and dodge, but whether there is technical content or not, these people who enter the arena have never retreated, no matter whether they win or lose, no one has left the game, they roar feverishly, fighting each other until one side is completely unconscious.

It's said that there is a small monetary reward for sticking to the most rounds in this kind of gladiatorial fight, but that's not the reason these guys are fighting like crazy.

Sado turned his head and glanced at the smoky people under the other street lamp, and then moved his gaze to the guys who had been lifted up again and lost consciousness, and if you looked closely, you would find that many of the crazy people who were stained with their own blood were actually smiling.

For these people who can't afford to smoke marijuana and can't afford to drink alcohol, being beaten and losing consciousness is also a happy thing.

In this crazy atmosphere, Sado looked a little out of place, he didn't shout, he didn't play, in the crowd of people who couldn't wait to go on the field to hit or be beaten, he maintained a calm gaze and a completely expressionless face, like a stiff doll sneaking into the human world, only the lenses flickered in the light blocked by people from time to time, making him inexplicably a little more gloomy.

Time passed slowly, and just as another person was sent off, Sado turned his head to look at the darkness behind him, paused slightly, and then squeezed through the crowd and walked out, and soon, he was also dressed in black and merged with the darkness.

Claire was sitting alone on the ground in front of a simple self-built hut, a small oil lamp to her right, and in front of the oil lamp was a human head that had begun to become a little hideous.

She stared diagonally at the few street lamps diagonally and let the roars creep into her ears, as if she had turned into a corpse.

"Who's there!?"

The sound of footsteps sounded, and her instinct had made her complete the transition from sitting to half-squatting before her thoughts could be twisted, and she looked like a female leopard waiting to be hunted with one hand on the ground.

"It's me"

In an indifferent tone, Sado slowly stepped into the reflection range of the oil lamp.

"You...... What are you here for? ”

Seeing the dress of the person who came clearly, Claire's gaze changed several times, and Shengsheng softened the tone that was originally very impulsive.

"Curious"

Most of Sado's face was still hidden in the shadows, and after saying this, he sat cross-legged on the ground, allowing himself to completely enter the dimness of the oil lamp.

"Curious?" Claire also sat down again, raised her eyebrows and looked at Zuodao: "Buck should tell you all the information you need, I'm just a small reconnaissance team, I don't know anything"

"There's something, Buck can't answer me" Sado pushed down his glasses, and then looked at the door behind Claire obviously: "That's your sister."

"How do you know? What did Buck say? ”

Claire immediately became vigilant.

"You know her illness can't be cured, but you still have to run for her" Seeming to notice the change in Claire's attitude at all, Sado looked into Claire's eyes casually: "What will happen to you if I kill her?" ”

"I'll Kill You"

Claire glared fiercely at Sado.

"You can't kill me" Sadao looked at Claire with an unchanged expression, and the inexplicable wind blew, making the lights sway: "This place has been discovered by zombies, and soon, this place will be destroyed, as a reward for bringing me here, I can take you away and go to the place where I live, a place that is not in this city, but very safe"

"I'm not going"

Claire replied without hesitation.

"Let me put it another way, your sister is terminally ill, she is certain to die, and taking her with her is also certain death, and living in this place is not very good for your strength, but I can protect you and take you away from ......"

Before Claire could retort, Sado stretched out his index finger and pressed it against the head of the man beside her.

"The light will go out sooner or later, so why not try another way"

After saying this, Sado stood up and disappeared into the darkness without looking back.

Claire was left staring blankly at the human head and the oil lamp, her eyes struggling.