Overnight, more than 300 survivors of country Z who took advantage of the opportunity to do evil were dragged out of the camp by the Red Police soldiers, and all of them were killed on the spot.

Throughout the night, the huge camp was brightly lit, and thousands of heavily armed Red Police soldiers blocked the water around the camp, and the night of bloody cleansing made the atmosphere in the entire camp seem extremely secretive.

The sky gradually appeared brightly, and on a normal day, the camp would have been crowded with survivors queuing up to receive the day's food, but at this time, there was no survivor in the camp.

The original protector in his heart suddenly went on a killing spree, and the atmosphere of panic had already spread among the tens of thousands of survivors, and no one wanted to attract the attention of the guards outside at this time, for many survivors, the safest place now was their temporary residence.

It is said to be a residence, but in fact it is just a large temporary storeroom, with several large windows open above the storeroom to let in light, and the inside is a neat row of beds, and a storeroom can accommodate 200 people.

There are hundreds of such warehouses in the camp, and the 60,000 survivors are evenly distributed among these hundreds of warehouses after distinguishing between men and women.

Just yesterday, these survivors were free to go to any warehouse that did not belong to them, but since last night, two armed peacekeepers have been guarding each warehouse gate, and no one has dared to step out of the warehouse.

At this moment, in a storeroom at the back of the camp, through the crack in the door, a vigilant gaze peeked out from the inside, and then disappeared after a few seconds.

In the storeroom, a stout man trotted all the way to the innermost bunk, where sat cross-legged a kind-looking middle-aged man, his eyes slightly closed at the moment, and his mouth was chanting, as if he was reciting some kind of scripture.

The number of survivors in this warehouse is about 300, and unlike the other warehouses, the more than 300 people here are clearly divided into two groups, one group is the majority of the people crowded outside the warehouse, and the other group is the small number of people who occupy the middle and inside of the warehouse.

Most of the survivors on the outside were ordinary survivors, crowded together, most of them lying quietly on their own bunks, or sitting in place, their eyes were wooden, while the survivors in the middle and inside were more active, all with evil faces, gathered together in twos and threes, whispering and laughing.

"Brother......

The strong man ran in a hurry, and just shouted at the moment, and after seeing the state of the middle-aged man, he held back the words behind him, and stood quietly aside, no longer speaking.

It wasn't until more than ten minutes had passed that the man sitting on the bunk slowly opened his eyes and smiled slightly when he saw the strong man standing in front of him.

"See anything?" The tone was flat and without the slightest emotion, but the slightly noisy crowd around them instantly quieted down, and the eyes of almost everyone nearby were looking at the stout man.

"Ahem......"

Suddenly becoming the focus of everyone's attention made the strong man a little nervous, covered his mouth and coughed dryly twice, and then said respectfully:

"There are soldiers guarding the door at all times, and a patrol team walks through the door every ten minutes!"

"Same as last night!" The middle-aged man chuckled.

"Yes! I've explained everything to the people below, and I don't dare to talk nonsense if I forgive them!" The sturdy man had a sneer on his face, and his tone was gloomy.

"It's better to be careful! Again, no matter what method is used, as long as you can get through this incident safely, everyone will ...... Three days off in batches!" The middle-aged man said.

"Three days off!"

As soon as these words came out, the faces of the survivors at the back of the warehouse suddenly showed a surprised expression, and as the words of the middle-aged man continued to convey in the crowd, half of the warehouse became boiling, if it were not for the existence of the guards outside, these survivors would probably have laughed out loud.

Only they know the meaning of the middle-aged man's holiday, these two words are far more touching than money here, as the middle-aged man's subordinates, what everyone is most looking forward to is to be allowed to take a holiday, even if it is half an hour enough to make everyone below crazy.

Because during this half hour, the person who is allowed to take a vacation can do whatever he wants in the camp, including killing people and all the things he wants to do that he can only think about on a daily basis, without bearing the consequences, and naturally the survivor alliance will suppress these things.

The Survivors Alliance is the largest organization among the more than 60,000 survivors, and most of its members are evolutionaries whose abilities far exceed those of ordinary people.

But by the later stages, the organization had gone sour, and almost half of the bad things that happened in the camp were done by people from within the Alliance, and even if they weren't, it was related to the Alliance.

If it weren't for last night's purge, the entire camp would still be under the control of the Survivors Alliance, and the Alliance personnel who had already infiltrated every corner would be enough to control 60,000 survivors to the death.

But now, overnight, the Survivors Alliance has fallen from the previous altar, and a large number of alliance managers who usually oppress the survivors have been reported, and then dragged away directly by the Red Guard soldiers.

Overnight, it can be said that except for the high-level institutions of the alliance that are low-key on weekdays, the other grass-roots personnel have almost all been emptied, and the huge alliance, even self-protection is a problem at the moment, once it is reported, with the decisive character of the red police force outside, it may be difficult for these high-level personnel to survive until the next day.

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Early in the morning

A large convoy of red police appeared outside the survivors' camp facing the rising sun.

"Killed a lot of people?" Stepping down from the multi-purpose infantry vehicle, Han Dao's gaze swept across the gate of the camp and turned his head to Yuriko behind him and asked.

"There are three hundred and fifty-seven people in total, all of whom have been reported and confirmed as evolutionaries!" Yuriko reported softly.

"Evolver?" Han Dao smiled.

has a strength far beyond ordinary people, if there are no certain rules and constraints, it is indeed easier to act recklessly. But it's a pity that these people are now under his control, and his principle has always been not to raise wasters, and these existences that only know how to eat, drink, and disrupt the order of the camp naturally need to be eliminated mercilessly.

More than 300 people were killed, a large part of the ground at the entrance of the camp was dark red, and at this moment, stacks of corpses were being transported to a distance by dozens of multi-purpose infantry vehicles, and directly discarded on the wasteland, these corpses, in less than a day, would be swallowed up by all kinds of beings wandering outside.

"Keep searching, don't let go of every barracks, everyone! Since you want to kill! Then kill them all!" Han Dao's eyebrows were filled with a sinister aura, and he ordered in a cold tone.