The Ford Raptor slowly drove into the San Francisco camp and drove along a pothole-ridden abandoned road toward the camp's center.

Yang Ge was no longer sleepy, his head leaning against the car window, staring out the slowly receding ruins out the window.

This is San Francisco, the most important financial center of the American West during the Sunshine Age, the birthplace of the United Nations, and an international metropolis with a permanent population of more than one million.

Now, it's just a desperate ruin with a population of less than 300,000.

Judging by this number, five years of the Ice Age, four years of the Dark Ages, seem to have taken away only two-thirds of the population of this cosmopolitan metropolis?

Not!

The 300,000 people in the San Francisco camp today include almost half of the West Coast and the entire population of San Francisco within a thousand miles to the south, almost as much as the population of the Western Region combined.

When the snow covered the world, countless legendary dark creatures crawled out of which grave to hunt and capture the surviving humans.

At the end of the Ice Age, countless surviving humans in small towns and counties began to move to big cities driven by dark creatures, and when the defenses of big cities could not withstand the attacks of those monsters, they had to move to those international metropolises......

Human beings, after all, are social animals.

Today, there are only eight international metropolises left in the vast western world that can still maintain wireless communications: Los Angeles, San Francisco, Phoenix, Las Vegas, Seattle, Salt Lake City, Denver, and San Diego!

Nowadays, people habitually call these eight cities "Dawn Camp"!

Dawn means sunshine and hope......

According to the census of each camp announced on the radio in the camp not long ago, Yang Ge once calculated an account.

Of the eight Dawn Camps, the most populous is Los Angeles Camp, with 600,000, and the least populous is Las Vegas Camp, with 200,000...... After all, no one can expect the city with the most gamblers in the world to have the same level of combat power as their gambling skills.

The population of the eight camps is averaged, each camp is counted as 350,000 people, and the population of the eight camps is 2.8 million, and roughly plus the scattered population hidden in the corners of the countryside in the outside world, the entire western United States, if you are full, will not exceed 3 million people.

According to the current situation in the west, I am afraid that the survivors of the entire United States will not exceed 10 million.

You know, the United States in the Sunshine Age had a population of 300 million!

There are no zombies here, but there are more ferocious creatures of darkness......

This is not the end of the world, but the end of all mankind......

......

"Arnold, I won't accompany you to the Demon Hunter Guild to deliver the task later......"

Yang Ge came back to his senses, and looked at William who was slowly "alive" in the driver's seat with a little confusion, "Why are you going?"

William licked his lips, his azure pupils burning with hormones, "You know......"

Yang Ge did understand, and stroked his forehead speechlessly, "Can't you let your brain dictate your will for a day?"

William shrugged his shoulders, no matter how scoundrel his demeanor reached his angular handsome face, he was so handsome, "You know, my life motto is ......"

Yang Ge rolled his eyes and recited his life motto with William: "Give the wasteland to the brain, the camp to the sperm!"

William slapped the steering wheel and laughed, "Hahaha......"

Yang Ge was already very tired of controlling this guy's brain in the wasteland, and when he returned to the camp, he really didn't have the energy to care about who his sperm shot at, and besides, the policy of the camp maintenance club has indeed been slowly tilting towards promoting fertility recently.

Birds of prey drove into the center of the camp, and the number of people and cars finally increased, and from time to time you could see extravagant neon signs.

William's car also became stopped and walked from time to time, constantly greeting the street gangsters he knew, and agreeing to N parties with "meat" by the way.

Yang Ge didn't want to use it, and in the next month, all the guns on his body were not as "busy with official business" as the gun under that guy, and that guy was simply a humanoid planter!

The birds of prey drove into the center of the camp, and William greeted Jango, opened the door and jumped in.

"William!"

Yang Ge stopped him.

William threw a questioning expression, Yang Ge took out a Colt python from his thigh and handed it over, and said in an unquestionable tone: "Sam said that the shapeshifters in the camp haven't been cleaned up yet, bring them!"

William pursed his lips and took the Colt python and inserted it into his waist with a look of disgust.

"By 12 o'clock, you have to go home. Yang Ge glared at him, got up and sat down in the cab, held the steering wheel and stepped on the accelerator, and the huge bird of prey roared and rushed out.

He knew better than anyone else the tactical literacy of this humanoid planter, and with a gun in hand, those shape-shifters who had no eggs other than human skins would only lose their blood when they encountered him.

William watched the tail lights of the raptor disappear into the corner of the street, and muttered with a disgruntled face: "It's getting more and more like that old-fashioned old guy, you deserve not to be a girl...... Hi sweetheart, your skull tattoo, that's cool!"

......

The birds of prey finally stopped in front of a majestic Gothic-roofed church.

"Bang", Yang Ge slammed the car door, opened the trunk, and pulled out a large black plastic bag from the middle of a neatly arranged row of long and short guns, machetes, and chainsaws.

"Hey, Arnold!"

Yang Ge turned around, just in time to see a bald black man like a bull jumping down from a huge Hummer, and quickly loosened the black plastic bag to meet it, "Hey, old Johnson, are you okay?"

The two palms that were also calloused slammed together, and then held each other's palms tightly, and the green tendons like steel bars were straight, as if they were going to crush the opponent's palms!

But in fact, they were really saying hello.

Although the snow had stopped, the weather was still cold, but the old Johnson, whose beard had begun to turn gray, was shirtless and wearing only a former Navy SEAL's standard tactical vest, and Yang Ge held his hand, and even felt the amazing heat.

Is this a powerful high-level witcher?

Old Johnson felt the power coming from Yang Ge's palm and looked at him in surprise, "Very good, it's improved again!"

Yang Ge withdrew his palm as if it was about to be broken without changing his face, and smiled modestly: "Compared to you, I haven't started yet!"

"Squeak ......"

A series of sharp brakes were heard, and Yang Ge looked past Dwayne Johnson to see a row of wild metal monsters modified with extremely aggressive power roaring towards him.

Hummer H1, JEEP Wrangler, Mercedes G-Class, Land Rover Defender...... These metal monsters, which were extremely expensive even in the severe depreciation of vehicles, rushed towards this direction in a swarm, and the low roar of the engines was like a galloping horse.

Through the high-strength bulletproof glass, Yang Ge saw familiar faces that often dangled in their kennel.

"Lone wolf, Black King Kong, Fire Fox, ......"

These are high-ranking witchers in Camp San Francisco, and his adoptive father, Connor Scott, is a companion to a team of witchers.

But he didn't see the old Connor's and the Dongfeng armor he came from.

And with his eyesight, he could tell that these uncle-level high-level hunters were now coming on a mission, not delivering a mission.

"Hi little Arnold, long time no see. ”

"Yo he, the stench of werewolves, the blood radiation of vampires, little Arnold, the harvest is not small......"

A group of old muscular men, who were as young as forty years away, jumped down from the metal monsters with cigars in their mouths, just like a group of old hooligans, and uncovered Yang Ge's harvest from afar.

Just by the slightest smell and the faint force magnetic field scattered in the air, Yang Ge's harvest could be judged, and he was worthy of a high-level demon hunter.

Yang Ge waved his hand humbly, "A few half-werewolves and unranked blood slaves are not worth mentioning!"

He didn't pretend to be forced, but he really felt that this gain was not worth mentioning in front of them.

He and William, strictly speaking, are only witcher apprentices, and they are not qualified to join the witcher team, so they can only take on some scattered small tasks in the witcher union, wander within the influence of the San Francisco camp, track and hunt some small fish and shrimp that are not in the stream, and hone their demon hunting skills.

And these devil muscular people in front of him, who look like old hooligans more than witchers, each of them is a super fierce man who can chase the vampire family and the werewolf lair without any hot weapons!

They are the mainstay of the San Francisco camp, and those submachine guns, anti-materiel sniper rifles, and even PRGs on the steel walls are far more effective than practical.

After a few words of greeting, Yang Ge asked curiously: "Old Johnson, why didn't my father come when you went on a mission?"

Old Johnson stroked the top of his bare head and asked in surprise, "Don't you know? Connor Sr. took on an independent mission fourteen days ago and left the camp...... Oh yes, you guys just came back. ”

When he said this, Yang Ge was even more surprised, "Independent missions?

Witchers of Connor's rank and Johnson Sr. disdain to take on the kind of independent tasks that can be completed by one or two people, they either don't move, and when they are dispatched, they must go for team missions such as large vampire families and high-level werewolf gatherings.

Jango and William's witcher skills were both trained by Connor Sr., and in Jango's memory, Connor Sr. never seemed to have taken on any independent tasks.

"I'm very confused, too, but Connor Sr. didn't say anything to us old fellows, so he sent us a message, and we don't know what his goal is." ”

Yang Ge's brows furrowed tightly, and a strong uneasiness suddenly surged in his heart.

The world of the witcher does not tolerate any unknown, because when it comes to those dark creatures, the unknown is equivalent to death.