A week ago.

Peter, a teenager from NYC Queens, like most people, comes from a broken family, his parents died in the mouths of zombies, and when his uncle and aunt became seriously ill, in order to earn that little ration, he gave up the shed built by the government to house refugees at zero hour, and came to Liberty Island near NYC Harbor, where he used his body to carry goods from all over the world for the capitalists.

Peter felt that this scene was quite familiar, as if it were the picture of the enslaved to work for the southern farmer, and his thin shoulders carried a plastic bag full of strange fragrance, he knew that this smell was like a new type of hallucinogenic powder, Parker, who had come to work at the docks with him, had already sucked it from the panther once with ten days' rations, and the next day he buried his head in the river and turned into a cold corpse.

Even so, it can't stop so many people from frantically paying rations in exchange for that pink packet, and the idea of "having fun in time" has expanded infinitely in this group of people who have experienced zombie invasion, but there are always sensible people who are cautious.

Peter glanced up at the Statue of Liberty in the distance, it was no longer a place that everyone longed for, no longer a place where people couldn't help but shout at the sea and the rising sun.

The Federation of Meters, which has become an evil and cruel country,

There is also a luxurious steamer in the distance, on which slowly walks a well-dressed beauty, that is his classmate before the arrival of the zombie, a year ago, he would still rack his brains to invite this beauty to a candlelight dinner, and even fantasize about marrying her home one day, proudly telling his uncle and aunt: Look, this is my wife!

Now he understood one thing, the freedom boasted by the Federation of Meters was nothing but a spiritual poison to fool people, and equality and peace were nothing but their attempt to cover up the sordid of their rule and satisfy their own sense of moral superiority.

The bare ravine between the two, filled with the Pacific Ocean, could not have intersected.

Peter got yesterday's salary and exchanged for today's food at the government's basic food store, a 2L bottle of clean water, two baguettes, and four potatoes that looked stale, and that's all the food for a family of three people for a day.

"Damn nigga!" Holding the food, Peter watched as a group of people suddenly appeared in front of him blocking his way, it was the underground armed forces in this area———— the Black Panther Party.

"Hey Peter, I heard that your good friend was taken by the club's NYC branch and went to Capitol Hill, what about you?" A young black man holding a bright pistol dressed as a street gangster, looked at Peter with a mockery, the two did not deal with each other before the zombies were rampant, and this relationship continues to the present, just like the white people enslaved the black people in the past, and now the black people in the area take advantage of the moral superiority of the white people to rise up, and in turn suppress the white people.

"Did you hear that, our former prom queen is now the queen, I saw her walk off the cruise ship before~~"

"Hehe, I heard that Peter pursued her back then, haha!"

The black man pointed a gun at the bag in Peter's hand, cursed a dirty word about genitals, rummaged through the bag, and did not find the food he wanted, so he suddenly kicked the white man in front of him, and then walked away with a few people in disgust.

Peter hugged the food bag tightly and returned home in humiliation, thinking about what happened to his good friend and thinking that it was okay to live like this.

It wasn't until I heard a strange sound in my ears that I suddenly reflected it.

"What's going on?"

Peter raised his head to observe the street, it was still a familiar street, his keen ears and eyes searched for different places, but his ears no longer received any sound, he frowned and looked at the house he rented in the distance, but the door under the house found that he didn't know why it was open.

"Uncle? I am back! He pushed the door of his house open, and Peter cautiously walked through the small living room, and when he passed by the kitchen, he casually removed the pistol glued under the table: "Could it be that the Black Panthers have come in and robbed it?" ”

He took a closer look at the room and found that it was very clean, and there were no signs of fighting, but some important things had obviously been moved, and the whole house seemed strange and familiar.

But just as he was about to reach out and push open his door, a sign of danger spread through his mind.

He couldn't think at all, he instinctively dived forward and rolled, and his whole body rolled out like a ball, slamming into the sofa and blocking his body, only then did he show half of his head and look over.

His eyes swept over his pupils and contracted suddenly, the position he had just occupied seemed to have been cut by countless sharp blades, the door and floor were all reduced to pieces, even the walls were reduced to pieces, and the pistol in his hand was only half cut off, and the incisions on it were neat and smooth.

A young man in a white shirt was looking at him with a playful look with a long sword.

Peter threw away the pistol and stood up and asked loudly, "Who are you?" Chinese Tang Party? Why come to our house? We are poor and don't have what you want! ”

Zhuo Xiaodong ignored Peter, just pressed the Bluetooth in his ear and said in a language that Peter didn't understand: "Be smart, send it to the dock as soon as possible, don't wait for me, it's my first time to come to NYC, just have a good time." ”

Peter watched warily out the window behind him, where he saw several Chinese men dressed in the most ordinary costumes tying up his aunt and uncle with nylon buttons and stuffing them into a delivery truck.

"Uncle!" He was in a hurry, so he jumped directly and forcefully, and he had already passed Zhuo Xiaodong and rushed towards the window.

"It's good, it's kind of interesting!" Before the words fell, Peter only felt as if there were two sharp objects shooting towards him in the space behind him, but he relied on the keen intuition of the supernatural and the superiority of his body to move and twist left and right, and Zhuo Xiaodong's sword qi dodged one by one.

"What kind of attack is this!" Peter looked at Zhuo Xiaodong in the distance with a frightened face, completely unable to understand how the other party attacked intuition, if it wasn't for the fact that he had awakened the ability a long time ago, he was afraid that he would be cut in half by the other party for the first time.

But how could such a white ghost thing appear on the other party's sword, although Peter escaped the attacks again and again with his instinctive sense, he couldn't save his uncle and aunt, he could only watch them being stuffed into the car and disappearing from his sight.

Zhuo Xiaodong looked at him with a smile and said in English: "I didn't expect you to be also an ability, very good body coordination, and intuition is also very sharp, why is such a person not in the club?" Rest assured, your loved one is only invited to participate in a scientific study, and there is no danger, maybe he still dreams of it. ”

He smiled to himself: "Forget it, I'll tell you what to do, let's see if you can meet the standard first!" Otherwise, it will be a burden for me to bring it back! ”