Komatsu City, located at the southeastern tip of Amakusa Kamishima, has a long history as a seashell farm for the island royal family until the Edo period. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Komatsu City has a population of 23,900 people, most of whom are fishermen who have lived here for generations, and the history of the city has made the people here quite strong, and after the catastrophe, the survivors slaughtered all the infected citizens, and the population of Komatsu City plummeted to more than 2,400 people.

Most of these slaves were fishermen from various countries who were exiled from the sea, and the survivors of large steamers who were forced to dock in the harbor due to food shortages, and these survivors were chained by the aborigines of the island, strong men and ugly women became free labor in the fishing grounds, and beautiful women became toys under the crotches of the aborigines.

Eyes pull away, you look down from the sky, the seaside of Komatsu's harbor is crowded with unkempt survivors, carrying baskets of sea fish unloaded from fishing boats on their backs, and looking closer, their tattered clothes are bruised whip marks.

Around the port of Komatsu City, there are low, simple tents, and the air around the tents is filled with a fishy smell, and if you get closer to the tent area, you can smell the stench of excrement and sweat.

Opposite the tent area by the sea is the urban area of Komatsu, which is lined with buildings, with clean and tidy streets, comfortable accommodation, and the smell of sunshine in the air.

With this strong visual contrast, you will have the illusion that heaven and hell are born together.

On both sides of the clean and tidy streets of Komatsu City, two groups of armed people confronted each other, one of them nervously gathered around a three-story villa, and the other group of people shouted and cursed the crowd surrounding the villa.

"Shuichi Miyamoto, the current Komatsu City, but Mr. Kato has the final say, are you tired of stopping us like this?" An island warrior with a strip of white cloth wrapped around his head shouted.

Miyamoto Xiu is in his fifties, he is wearing a gray suit, he is carrying a shovel in his hand, he glared angrily at the island warrior standing in front of him, and replied with an angry expression: "The reputation of our country is ruined by you crazy people, even if the end comes, I will resolutely not allow you to do evil, you people will go to hell sooner or later, Miss Mingbu is my invited guest, I just put this bone together, and I will not let you hurt her!" ”

The samurai of the island country, who had a strip of white cloth wrapped around his head, sneered for a while, and said: "Hmph, Mr. Kato has tolerated you for half a year, you really don't know what to do, and besides, you'd better stop talking to me in this tone, do you still think that you are the supreme chief executive of Komatsu City?" Provoke me, and I will kill you with a knife. ”

Miyamoto Shui's hair stood upside down in anger, and he slammed the concrete floor with a shovel while shouting in grief: "You are really a group of barbarians, you don't even have the most basic human conscience, Miss Mingbu is a cultural symbol of our country, you are a mountain villager, do you know how many world honors Miss Mingbu has won for our country?" Don't you even let her go? ”

The island warrior laughed for a while, and scratched his hand on his crotch very rudely: "Old man Miyamoto, I only know that Miss Mingbu won the crown in the selection of the most beautiful woman in Asia, and I also know that Miss Mingbu is one of the four most influential beauties in the world announced by the Global Group, wahahaha!" ”

After speaking, the island samurai put the katana at his waist on his shoulder, turned his head and laughed loudly at his companions behind him.

A sword-wielding samurai squinted his eyes and lewdly echoed, "Ono-kun is right, as long as I can smell Miss Mingbu's toes in my life, even if I am seppuku, I am willing." ”

"You still smell your toes? As long as I can see Miss Mingbu in person, I am satisfied, and my hands are calloused in front of those pictures and videos. ”

"Yes, yes, Miss Mingbu has been hidden by his old man Miyamoto since she came to our Komatsu City, if you don't hand over Miss Mingbu again, Mr. Kato will stop supplying you with food, and when the time comes, Miss Mingbu will be hungry and thin, I will pick your skin, old man Miyamoto!"

"You... You—" Miyamoto Shu rolled his eyes, and he was stunned.

"Mr. Miyamoto! Are you okay? The people behind Miyamoto Shuichi quickly surrounded him, and carried Miyamoto Shuichi into the villa with all hands and feet, these people are all die-hard fans of Tomoda Mingbu, it is because these die-hard fans threw their heads and spilled their blood to defend Tomoda Mingbu, she avoided the end of becoming a plaything, but at this time, it seems... The day is not far off when she will be reduced to a plaything.

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In a hidden bush northwest of Komatsu City, Ye Yu was like a madman, he was holding a stone in his hand, and the stone was stained with fresh blood, dripping along the edges and corners of the stone.

"Who did it?"

With a muffled sound, the stone in Ye Yu's hand smashed on the head of the island warrior for the Nth time with the sound of the wind.

This person's face was already bloody and blurred, his mouth full of teeth were smashed out, and he tried to open his eyes to identify the dog tag in Ye Yu's hand, but he couldn't open it.

There was another muffled sound, and the man's head collapsed, and his legs kicked off, and he lost his breath in an instant.

Ye Yu leaned over and took out a box of cigarettes from this person's pocket, Ye Yu's hands were stained with sticky blood, and the cigarette rolls that had just been shot out of the cigarette box were instantly dyed red.

The corners of Ye Yu's eyes twitched slightly, and he put the blood-stained cigarette roll in his mouth without care, and after taking a deep breath, Ye Yu waved his hand and said, "Drag it away, next." ”

The two special soldiers dragged the corpse into the dense forest and threw it into a natural pit, in which lay the corpses of more than a dozen sparse island warriors with their heads smashed.

Ye Yu carried the dog tag with dried blood stains in his hand, squatted in the grass and smoked a cigarette, lit another one, and another island warrior was dragged in front of Ye Yu by the special soldiers.

"Who did it?" With a muffled sound, Ye Yu said these three words again.

The stone slammed into the face of the samurai of the island country, and instantly opened a bloody hole, he trembled and approached the dog tag that Ye Yu was carrying in front of him, stared at it carefully for a while, and then shouted: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, he was killed by Mr. Kato, today I went to the gravel beach with Mr. Kato to inspect the island, I remember this sign, it was Mr. Kato who killed him, it's none of my business." ”

Ye Yu finally got the answer he wanted, he threw away the stone in his hand, squatted down next to the island warrior who was lying on the grass, covering his head and trembling, and asked in a deep voice: "Who is involved in this matter, tell me the name." ”

The warrior of the island country suddenly knelt at Ye Yu's feet, kept kowtowing on the grass, and begged bitterly: "I tell you, don't kill me." There is Mr. Kato, Taichi Ono..."

After the samurai of the island country muttered a string of names, he suddenly collapsed on the grass, and he looked at Ye Yu in a daze, this person is not a man who talks about credit...

Ye Yu grabbed the bloody stone beside him, rounded his arm and smashed it down.