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It was already past four o'clock in the afternoon when Thorne returned, and the materials, machinery, and workers that had been approved by the locomotive were on the one hand, and because of the massacre on the other.

Jiuquan City has become one of the most important steel producing areas under the control of Jining base, and it is also the main transportation artery between the north and the south, with a whole company of level 6 soldiers, but it is not easy to gather 500 skilled workers, machinery and materials to transport them on the train in a short period of time.

The people of the apocalypse have an unusual premonition of danger, and most of them are duly suspicious of such an abrupt and urgent construction task. After all, they were not bloodline people, and they would not hesitate to carry out the orders of their superiors, so after spending two hours in the middle of the ruffle, Thorne finally burst out unbearably.

As a Rank 2 Bloodliner, the bloodline of the strongest warrior Ivanov, he couldn't bear to waste his time on these things.

What will Ivanov think of him? Without his leadership, more than a hundred Level 3 bloodline people had died in capturing a small base, and it would take more time to seal it off?

The shame made Thorne furious.

"Kill." He said coldly. "Kill all those who don't want to go."

His warriors froze for a few seconds, then excitedly rushed into the crowd.

The previous massacre in Shaguan could not satisfy them at all, and the innate desire to kill in the body was one reason, but more because of the tragic death of those companions.

Many of them have adapted to being bloodliners, after the eventual panic and torment. They were forced to accept the message of Ivanov and Thorne: humanity had been eliminated, and only the chosen ones would survive after this brutal extermination caused by germs. Become the new ruler of the Earth.

And they are the chosen ones.

The elimination rate is 99.9%, which is the personal experience of each and every one of them.

Hundreds of men were taken from the settlements and taken to concentration camp-like places by heavily armed troops. Husbands and wives, fathers and sons, brothers, families were torn apart alive and fixed on bloodstained stainless steel seats, and then expressionless men in white coats walked over with a cart full of injections.

Unable to resist, they could only watch as the dark red needle water, unknown of origin and unknown purpose, pierced their skin roughly. It was pushed into the veins, and the icy chill kept running along the blood vessels. Many wailed in fear, but the soldiers only looked at them with cold eyes. It's as if they're all dead.

The stench began to permeate, some people went incontinent, some people slammed into their seats frantically, and some people began to mutate early. The soldiers were unmoved. Just walking in an empty room with a rifle in hand.

Gunshots rang out from time to time, and their movements were as uniform as if they were machines. Take a step forward, press the muzzle of the gun against the mutant's head, and pull the trigger.

Sometimes it's one, sometimes two, and it's as if they've completed a careless training session, stepping back and re-patrolling the demarcated line.

No more than two people will survive in each warehouse. When the gunfire finally stopped, their nerves were already numb. At this time, the white coats came back with the cart again. Drain their blood and then disappear again.

Some began to unshackle one by one, others began to clean up the bodies, they used iron hooks to roughly hook the shoulders or thighs of the deceased, dragged them onto the flatbed, and when a flatbed was full of corpses, they dragged them out, and soon the smell of burning the corpses began to permeate.

Tests usually don't produce results until dark, and after the bodies are removed, people start to flush the blood with hoses, and they are careful to avoid the people who are still suffering, but the droplets still splash on their faces.

It wasn't until night fell, when a qiē fear had tormented their hearts to the point of collapse, when the instincts of the Bloodliners had completely taken over their bodies, that Thorne would come to them with warm clothes and shivering food.

He would carefully untie the shackles that bound them, pushing the food-washed neck in front of them.

"Eat, you deserve it." His voice was always magical. "Congratulations, you're the chosen one."

It is rare for a person of the bloodline to retain their humanity after such a ritual, and some may not be brutal, but they usually do not see humans as one kind anymore. Most of them quickly adapted to their new identities, accustomed to the domination of superior bloodline people, and accustomed to feeding on blood.

They believe that they are chosen, immortal and powerful.

When hundreds of their companions died in front of their eyes, many broke down once again.

Only killing can regain their self-confidence, and only killing can calm their fears.

Thorne didn't know this, but he instinctively unleashed their killing intent.

In just one hour, thousands of people were brutally killed, many of them not even knowing what was born, but only happened to appear around there.

The brutal slaughter finally brought the rest to life, and about 500 able-bodied men were pulled onto the train, and thousands went crazy to carry cement, gravel, mixing equipment, motors, etc.

They can finally leave.

"Mr. Thorne, this will make us very passive, and such a thing is impossible to hide from it." The official sent by Zhu Rong to Jiuquan said pitifully. The sheer level difference made it impossible for him to even say accusatory words.

"That's none of my business." Thorne said indifferently. "Go to your master and complain." He said maliciously.

It's also good to be able to give that damn woman a headache.

But what he didn't expect was that she was waiting for them in the tunnel.

The train had to stop in the tunnel.

"What are you doing here? What about the others? Thorne asked rudely, the recent killing still lingering on his laurels.

"Others?" Zhu Rong shook his head. "I can't command your people, and I'm not accountable to them."

Thorne was displeased with such an answer.

"And what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I'm just in charge of getting the train to a complete stop in the tunnel." Zhu Rong replied, a strange smile on the corner of her mouth, which made Thorne instinctively sense danger.

But it's too late.

A loud roar came from both sides of the tunnel at the same time, and the air stopped circulating.

A figure flew high from behind Zhu Rong and slammed him against the tunnel wall before he could grab her.

"I'm sorry, but you can't hurt her." The visitor said in a mocking tone.

Some of the Level 3 Bloodline Cultivators began to flee towards the mouth of the tunnel in the rear, but the entire tunnel was blown down, and even they couldn't get through Guò.

"You're going to die a terrible death." Thorne struggled to crawl out of the wall, the blow revealing his identity. "You're both going to die a terrible death." He cursed. "When I am resurrected, I will come with Ivan to tear you apart."

"Really?" Lin Chuan laughed indifferently.

"I will not kill you, you will live forever in the dark, forever." (To be continued......)