A succession of gunfire rang out over the city walls.

The insects that pounced out of the woods were sniped one by one.

The impact point is exceptionally precise, and without exception it is the head. These terrifying mutated creatures are defenseless against large-caliber sniper warheads. They died in such a horrible state that they were blown up above the shoulders.

Flying Kill sat on the ground, eyes bulging, staring in horror at the dying insect man who was twisting and struggling a few meters behind him.

"Bang ————"

Old Song aimed very accurately, and he now has great experience in the operation of heavy sniper rifles. With a strange and sharp whistle, the bullet accurately hit the head of the insect man who had just swallowed Ouyang Junlin's upper body. The insect man's head, which had evolved into a flat triangle and had two long tentacles, exploded. The out-of-control body scurried back and forth on the ground, spraying large expanses of fishy liquid.

At the end, it rolled over on its side and fell, jumping and bounced a few times before twisting its body and gradually losing its movement.

The exploding warhead blew up the wormman's esophagus and throat. Intense nervous twitching and muscle contractions caused everything that had just been swallowed into the stomach pouch to pour out like a puddle of rancid and sour garbage.

A lump of flesh wrapped in a large amount of mucus rolled in front of the flying kill.

It was Ouyang Junlin's head.

To be exact, it should be the head and neck, as well as the left shoulder to about a quarter of the cost.

His head was completely flattened, and his forehead and the back of his head were covered in dense tooth marks and hollows. It's like being hit by two maces at the same time, so that the smooth surface of the skin completely turns into a terrible "lotus pod".

Some of the physiology of the insect people was obviously stronger than that of humans———— and in just a few minutes, Ouyang Junlin's head had already shown signs of slight corrosion. There was a lot of stomach acid in the mucus, and the edges of the pieces of meat were slowly dissolving. If it weren't for the fact that there was a black mole on the nose of the skull, it would be impossible for Fei Kill to identify it, this piece of meat was Ouyang Junlin.

Flying Kill knelt forward a few steps with a blank expression, held his head with a strong smell in his arms, and slowly brushed away the pale gray thick pulp with a trembling hand.

The palm of his hand came into contact with the stomach acid of the insect man, and there was a burning pain.

Fei Kill seemed to be unaware, still in tears, constantly wiping away the dirty liquid with his hands and clothes, revealing Ouyang Junlin's face that had been corroded and pitted.

His expression was pained, and his muscles tensed. It's not like to smile at all.

He, he must be in pain.

The wormmen have been killed.

A group of people came out of the castle.

Lao Song walked in the front. Liao Qiu and Han Ying each led a team of people to cross the clearing according to the route they had already familiarized, captured all the wounded mercenaries, and tied them tightly with ropes.

Flying Kill sensed that these people were hostile.

Although they are all human, they are not their friends. Especially the old man who walked in front of him, stronger and stronger than anyone else, and his eyes released a vigilant gaze at any time.

Friend......

"Ho ho ho ————"

Fly Kill laughed like a madman. Holding Ouyang Junlin's head, he staggered to the torn corpse like a drunk, and reached out to grab it, trying to put the mutilated friend together.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the corpse was always missing.

After the last, Flying Kill finally gave up the unrealistic idea. He fell to his knees and buried his face in the dirt and blood, crying desperately.

A team member stepped forward with a rope and tried to tie up the flying kill.

Lao Song stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Let him cry...... Have a good cry. Cry out, and it's fine. ”

Lao Song's gaze contained many complex things. He muttered to himself with emotion, as if to explain his actions.

"A person who is willing to give up his life for a friend will not be a bad person."

Now, it's spring.

The crisis is well known, and no one believes that it is simply regional chaos or a deliberate retaliatory campaign by terrorist groups.

The survivors began to fight, defending their right to life in the methods they knew best.

Some fled into the wilderness, others wandered around the city.

Many exile groups have quietly undergone ideological changes. When bread and salt occupy the absolute space of daily life, both the owner and the pursuer are constantly changing the original social class.

Some were killed and then eaten as food by their own kind. Many cannibals are not short of food, but simply want to show their power in this extremely cruel way, so as to become the ruler of more people.

The rich and poor classes of the civilized era were completely transformed.

When the money in the pockets of the rich no longer has purchasing power, the noble status also plummets. The poor who toiled all day in the factory suddenly found that the boss who paid him was also busy for rice and bread. And they obviously have an advantage over them in this regard———— they don't know how to farm, they don't understand the effects of seasons and climate on crops, and they can't even do laundry and cooking. Authoritative experts who talk about things, beautiful celebrities with heavy makeup, and officials who command them from above will all be half starved to death, and a piece of rancid cold steamed buns can turn them into dogs.

The instantaneous change of social status satisfies many people. For a time, they even forgot about the threat of mutated creatures, revealing in the pleasure of controlling others.

The power of the Hao Consortium has further expanded———— they have been preparing since before the outbreak of the virus, and they have a large amount of supplies and cronies. In addition to the military and the Academy of Sciences, they have become the most powerful group in this world.

Many of the survivors banded together to form free teams. Fight against a large consortium that wantonly captures wanderers and makes them slaves.

Fortifiers began to appear among the fugitives who had gone into hiding.

Although they are few in number, they do exist.

Under extreme fear and despair, human beings often produce many supernatural phenomena that are extremely mysterious and cannot be explained by science. The strongholders became the leaders of the various exile groups, and quickly rose to the position of a new class of power.

The military remains neutral. They administer immunization to all civilians. Pick the strong from among the civilians to join the army. But he never asked, and never intervened in the disputes between the wealthy consortium and the commoners.

In order to escape the fate of enslavement, some groups of exiles came to a consensus with each other and began to merge.

They use rudimentary weapons and rely on familiar terrain to fight against conglomerates that are frantically pursuing profits and gains.

As more and more Nature Enhancers appeared, some powerful exile teams were able to pose a threat to the Wealthy Consortium. For the sake of balance of power and profit, there is an understanding between the consortium and the large team that they can share the material benefits of a certain region and work together against increasingly powerful mutant creatures.

In order to distinguish themselves from ordinary flowing teams, large teams began to call themselves mercenary groups......

All of these are the history of Su Hao's original time and space recorded by the computer.

Now all this is proceeding according to a fixed trajectory without the slightest deviation.

More than half of humanity was either killed or became mutated creatures.

Survivors are busy every day for food and survival.

In fact, human beings in peacetime are also busy for these things.

They are just a different environment———— there is no official oppression, no class, no gutter oil, black-hearted hospitals, unscrupulous police, despicable corpse diggers, melamine milk powder, spoiled vaccines.

However, you must face zombies, bloody zombies, insects, and all kinds of mutated creatures.

On Earth, in this worldly realm, there has never been true security, absolute happiness.

Everything is relative.

It's like when you're beaten up by a thug and you accidentally think of the group of old women who square dance downstairs with their loudspeakers on every day.

Although they are very annoying, they start dancing that damn "fitness disco" every morning before dawn.

But compared to being beaten until his head was covered in blood and he was injured and admitted to the hospital, it was undoubtedly a kind of happiness.

A lot of people are still alive.

They are constantly honed in the face of danger and death. From the beginning, he desperately avoided zombies and began to learn to deal with these filthy and damn mutated creatures. Even, turn to become a veteran mutant creature hunter.

We are human beings.

We possess courage and intelligence unmatched by any living being.

We won't sit still, never.

When Su Hao walked into the interrogation room of the "castle", Fei Kill was sitting at the dining table eating lunch.

Millet porridge is cooked somewhat thickly. The pale yellow porridge is dripping with some sesame oil from fried garlic, which looks very tempting. The mixture of cornmeal and wheat flour is a little bit, and it is quite delicious with crispy pickled radish strips.

Old Song did not mistreat the captives———— he imprisoned all the captured mercenaries in the dungeon, and let them participate in daily labor like ordinary outsiders. Including the flying kill, there are still six people alive in the squad. The food they were given was the same as everyone else's, and it wasn't too labor-intensive. The only difference is that there is a guard who is always around and has a vigilant eye in his eyes.

They are just ordinary people and have no weapons.

The outside of the "castle" is full of mutated creatures. Rather than flee and be killed or die inexplicably, it is better to stay honestly.

Su Hao sat across the table and patiently watched Fei Kill finish eating the cake and porridge. The latter also did not deliberately stall for time. A few minutes later, the two began to talk.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you here?"

"How many of you are there? How did you get here? ”

The question-and-answer dialogue is a bit rigid. Fei Kill sat precariously, without the slightest intention of hiding or wanting to deceive the other party———— he didn't feel that Su Hao was his enemy. The "Gao Consortium" only paid the mercenaries to assist in the investigation, and the two sides were not undead enemies. What's more, if the old man surnamed Song hadn't shot at that time, he would have already become a digestive product in the stomach of the wormman.

Gao's Consortium, Shengfei Group, Lin Feihu...... A character and a name kept appearing from the mouth of the flying killer, and countless coherent information formed a gradually clear picture in Su Hao's mind.

"Gao Consortium ......"

Su Hao lit a cigarette and smoked it silently. His eyes shimmered with a cold light, but they were muffled by the smoke.

In the archives of the wealthy consortium in the future world, the "Gao family" belongs to a powerful first-class consortium.

After annihilating Lin Yu's team, Su Hao got a large amount of supplies.

However, the current team still can't control the entire city. Su Hao could only follow the original method and set up a cordon near the main passage in and out of the city. Take a closer look at the non-survivor team of more than twenty people.

It's actually very simple to identify them———— clothing, badges, weapons, tacit ways to work together...... All of these are traits that the survivor team of this period cannot have.

As for the "castle" side of the guard, it is a bit easier than the team in the city.

Wormmen are a branch of humanoids.

The open area around the "castle" was heavily trapped, and the artificially constructed terrain made it difficult for attackers to approach. These defensive measures were mainly aimed at the wealthy consortia that did not have large artillery weapons. Except for the guard posts set up at each end of the road, the dense woods on the outside of the clearing are completely under a surveillance vacuum.

It's not that Lao Song and Su Hao are careless, but that hundreds of mutated creatures have appeared in the forest.

The watermelon insect that Ouyang Junlin encountered was just one of them.

In addition, there are also some zombies infected by creatures such as spiders, beetles, and stick insects.

They are in the Xenogenesis period, and no matter their strength or speed, they are no match for the Fortifiers in the "Castle". As long as the Zerg does not approach the castle, the Watchmen will not shoot. In this way, the Zerg operating on the perimeter of the castle is equivalent to a second cordon. Any outsider who chooses the forest path to covet the castle will be attacked by mutant biomes.

Fei Kill's answer was very detailed, and Su Hao figured out a lot of useful information from it.

No one knew that the demise of the "Sheng Fei" team was done by Su Hao. The eyes of the skeptics will only fall on the zombies and the other survivor teams in the city. Without the Internet, communication is intermittent, and many important information is delayed or simply unnoticed. Coupled with the neutral attitude of the military, Su Hao's status as a lieutenant officer is to some extent the best disguise.

"The members of this mercenary group are all old friends of me and Ouyang. We were born and died together in Africa, and we agreed to leave the battlefield together. We belong to the periphery of the "Gao Consortium". The consortium sent us here just for the sake of face. As for Lin Feihu's life and death, as well as the whereabouts of his two sons, it doesn't matter at all. ”

The sound of flying killing was clear, but there was a kind of helpless desperation.

He knew very well that ———— consortium would not send people to support.

No communication was received, and the helicopter would not continue to bring supplies.

This is the world of mercenaries———— they take money and sell their lives, but no one pays attention to their life and death.

It is lucky to survive after completing the task, and it is also good to die if you fail to fulfill the requirements of your employer.

This is fate and reality.

Thinking of this, Fei Kill will feel the tightness of his heart and mouth and the colicy for no reason.

Su Hao stuffed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and extinguished it. Then, sitting up straight, he looked intently at the flying kill, and asked seriously: "Now, what are the plans for you and your people?" ”

This is also a question that Fly Kill has been constantly considering for several days.

"I don't know what happened between you and Sheng Fei. Lin Feihu is dead, and the "Gao Consortium" will not pay more for a dead person. No one cares if mercenaries like us live or die. My friend was eaten by reptilian creatures. I'm glad you didn't mistreat the rest of the captives. Hehe...... The criteria for judging good and evil are as simple as that. You don't look like a bad guy, the survivors who live in this castle are safe, and no one is starving or cold. Hopefully, you'll be kind to my other companions and let them live well, instead of being meat in the mouths of mutant creatures. ”

As he spoke, Fei Kill exhaled a long breath, and the whole person instantly became relieved. A smile spread across his face.

"Someone has to be held accountable for this. I'm the mercenary vice-captain. Thank you for not giving me any insults and pain. I have only the last two requests———— let me die a happy death, and then bury the bodies of all the victims that I have collected with you. ”

"Dead?"

Su Hao frowned, calmly looked at Fei Kill, and asked, "Why do you want to die?" Don't you want to live? ”

This sentence is so unexpected. So much so that Fei Kill felt that there was something wrong with his auditory nerves.

His eyes widened, trying to find clues like lies in Su Hao's eyes.

The gaze released from those black eyes was as calm as water, full of truth and honesty, and very warm.

Flying Kill didn't even dare to look at it more.

His hands clenched and loosened, his body temperature gradually rising, and sweat oozed from the surface of his skin.

The development of things is obviously different from what Flying Kill expected. But he still couldn't believe ———— young team leader could easily let him go.

"A lot of people died. I've seen too much grief and corpses. If it weren't for the violation of life and rights, I would never have killed anyone. ”

The windows of the interrogation room were open, and the sun was shining brightly from the sky. The warm light shone into the room from behind Su Hao, a little dazzling, forming a scattered halo around his body.

Flying Kill involuntarily grabbed the silver cross hanging on his chest.

He believed in God, but he had never seen a miracle.

"Our enemies are those mutated creatures. The muzzle should not be aimed at the same kind. The castle is not as fortified as you might think. It's open to everyone. Except, of course, ill-intentioners and conspirators. ”

Su Hao pushed away the chair and stood up, smiling and opening his arms: "I have a lot of friends. A person who would rather die for his friends is worthy of trust and has the right to live well. If you will...... Welcome to join us"

Flying Kill's body trembled all the time.

He didn't speak. Just with a respectful and serious gaze, he nodded vigorously.

The Silver Bone Research Report released by the Academy of Sciences has caused a sensation in the top echelons of the military department no less than a nuclear explosion.

At the Beijing No. 1 base, hundreds of military police wearing red armbands were densely packed around the underground conference room. The men were apparently specially selected, tall and muscular, and armed with the latest 9mm assault rifles. They were strictly guarded around the conference room, yellow and black warning tapes were set up near the elevators and passages, and the huge word "Jing" was displayed on the electronic screen all the time.