Bang.

The sledgehammer slammed into the fragile glass with a crisp sound.

The stout infected screamed frantically, smashing everything in front of them with a hammer, the glass shards exploded in a scattered manner, and fell to the ground with a crackling sound, and the iron cables buckled to the doorknob fell to the ground with a clatter, and a large number of infected people strode into it.

Looting, vandalism, looting, killing.

Everything they saw in front of them was the object of their destruction, and one shop after another was like a rice field ravaged by locusts in front of them, and the once bustling and lively streets were now a mess.

A large number of infected people who escaped from the quarantine area and escaped from the cage, after seeing the light of day, vented all the injustices they had suffered on everything in front of them.

They simply can't call them human anymore.

Groups of infected people gather and scatter in the streets and alleys, dragging weapons they can get their hands on, aimlessly attacking everyone they can see, and constantly venting their grievances.

Why are we infected?

Why should we live in a dilapidated quarantine?

Why should we be looked down upon by you? Called a pariah?

Why do we suffer so much injustice?

Why?

The consequences of the oppression of one collective over another are often borne by individuals in both collectives.

When an avalanche comes, no snowflake is innocent.

Crazy, tyrannical, sinful.

Sadness, pain, resentment.

And then it became more and more wreaking havoc.

Avenue of the Nobles, Valerie Dessert Shop.

The sound of smashing glass outside the cabinet and the shrill screams of the customers hiding here as they were dragged out made a heart-pounding mixture.

Mousse covered the little ears on the top of his head with a pair of small hands, tucked the black gothic skirt tightly under the little buttocks, so as not to let the fabric show out of the food cabinet, his tail curled into a ball, and every time he heard a shout, he trembled with excitement, even the hair at the end of the tail stood up, and his little face was full of fear.

When the sound stopped and the screams disappeared, Mousse breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he quietly put his little head close to the gap between the doors of the food cabinet and peeked out secretly.

Bang –

The door of the food cabinet was torn off with the hinge of the door frame, and the sawdust between the cabinets exploded, and countless sawdust flew in all directions, revealing the hideous and vicious face in front of the cabinet door.

Mousse's brain suddenly felt as if it had been slammed by a hammer, and his head was full of confusion.

The eyes instinctively receive the information projected into the lens, which is reflected in the retina and transmitted to the brain.

Everyone was covered by the thugs, unable to make the slightest sound.

Store Manager Lyanna, Sister Resina, Uncle Fili, Grandpa Agris

Some were covered with their mouths and noses, while others fell to the ground with their faces covered in blood. 35xs

The thugs were armed with sticks, axes and hammers.

The man with one eye covered by crystallized source stones, with a grim smile that may have been gentle, but looked extremely mad under the shrouds of the source stone crystals, pulled Mousse's gothic dress collar with one hand, and roughly pulled her out of the ingredient cabinet, slamming her to the ground.

Mousse's small body smashed on the hard floor, and he was suddenly shocked, and the whole person woke up from that stunned state, and his brain suddenly received the emotion called 'fear' from all the sensory organs in his body.

Mousse retched in his mouth, and tears immediately welled up in his eyes.

"I don't beg you, I haven't scolded you, I don't want to, I don't want to die"

She whimpered and sobbed as she carefully endured the pain of the dense shards of glass on her back, and instinctively crawled from one side of the floor to the other.

Store manager Lyanna, whose dress was torn in half, had tears in her eyes and whimpered and let out a sharp sound from her throat.

She's letting Mousse escape.

Run.

Even if it is difficult to protect itself.

The one-eyed man who dragged Mousse out of the cabinet door had a numb and desperate hysteria on his face, and he tried his best to smile calmly:

"That's so cute, I've been looking for you since I entered the store, Miss Mousse."

As he spoke, he tapped to the photos of the employees hanging in Valerie's store.

Mousse's one is impressively listed.

The mousse in the photo is slender and small, with a shy and quiet smile on his face.

The one-eyed infected had an almost enchanted smile on his face, and his large, thin, palle, hands grabbed Mousse's slender arm and dragged her to him.

His voice was hoarse and his tone was flat.

"You know what, I used to have a daughter as old as you."

"She's also like you, small, a little shy, very cute."

"I love her so much."

"But ah, after I contracted the source stone disease"

The expression on One-Eye's face suddenly distorted, and he slammed Mousse against the wall with a bang, and Mousse, who kept begging for mercy, rolled his eyes and almost vomited, and his small and slender body curled up in pain, but was dragged by One-Eye against the wall.

The twisted expression on his face was filled with unspeakable anger and resentment.

"It's my lovely daughter, like the ombudsman reported it."

Boom.

He slammed his head into Mousse's little head, the muscles of his whole body were tensed because of the drastic change of emotion, he pressed one hand on Mousse's neck, and lifted her little face with the other hand, making Mousse look at him.

"Cute, right?"

"Cute!!"

"Cute, ah!!hhh

One-eyed pressed his head against the nearly fainting mousse, and screamed hysterically.

"I'm so"

"Love her!!"

With a snort, One-Eye stabbed the Bi Shou in his hand into his thigh muscles, dipped the sharp Bi Shou in blood.

His face was almost distorted by pain, but his expression was so happy.

"All of this is because of the source stone disease."

"If I hadn't been infected, my life wouldn't have been like this."

"If it weren't for your discrimination and isolation of the inhabited, my daughter wouldn't have betrayed me."

"If you're also infected"

"Hehehehehehehe"

Snort.

The bloodied bi shou stabbed hard into Mousse's left hand.

Mousse, who had almost fainted, was instantly awakened by the severe pain, raised his head suddenly, and was roughly pressed against the wall by One-Eye, and the back of his head collided with the wall, making a muffled sound.

The ears of the two cats standing upright suddenly hung softly on the top of their heads, and the snow tender little face was full of traces of blood and tears.

One-Eyed was still so crazy, an ugly and exaggerated grin on his face.

"Now you're infected, too."

Mousse, however, had fallen into a semi-comatose state and could not hear anything.

The store manager Lyanna, who was pressed to the ground, looked at Mousse who was pressed against the wall with a desperate expression, and her pupils lost focus.

She didn't understand what she had done wrong to be tormented by such a catastrophe.

She also didn't understand what Mousse, who she regarded as her own daughter, had done wrong to receive such a nue dai.

"Ho ho ho hahahahaha"

One-eyed laughed madly, tears unconsciously drew out of one eye, the wound on her thigh was bleeding, and her hands pressed Mousse's delicate neck, pinching her snow-white skin with deep grip marks.

"Hey."

Suddenly there was a shout behind him.

One-Eyed was still laughing maniacally.

"What about you, the blind man."

The one-eyed laughter froze, and his expression suddenly distorted from a crazy smile to a hideous anger, and he was about to turn back when he cursed.

"Who the fuck do you say is blind"

The top of his head was suddenly held tightly by a large, pincer-like hand.

Even the words were smashed into his mouth with a strong click, his teeth were almost shattered, his tongue was bitten off, and blood gushed from his mouth.

The only remaining one-eyed eye was almost glared out of his socket.

The expression gradually changes in the sourness.

Fear, it seems?

Thump.

Mousse's small body fell to the ground, but the arm that Bi Shou had pierced was still nailed to the wall.

Click.

The five fingers suddenly sank into the skull, and the skull made a crisp cracking sound.

One-eye could even clearly feel his head being crushed by the force of a hydraulic press.

Huge fear scurried through his thin and pale body, his hands waved wildly, but his body was easily suppressed in place by the arms stretched out behind him, and he couldn't even move.

The spine creaks under tremendous pressure.

Nearly broken.

"Uh-huh-hmm-uhh

One-eyed's jaw was pressed against his collarbone by a large hand, his mouth couldn't even open, and his cervical spine made a crisp cracking sound.

He screamed inwardly and begged his companions to save him, but there was not a sound behind him.

Is it all gone?

He thought so fearfully in his heart.

A cold voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Has no one ever told you that when someone talks to you, you have to face each other?"

There was not the slightest emotion in his tone.

One-eyed suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart.

Kala–

The big hand on the top of the head twisted like a hydraulic forceps, and the already loose cervical vertebrae broke instantly, and the neck muscles twisted instantly under the huge force, and the whole neck was rolled several times like wrung out clothes.

Eyes facing back.

It was a tall, sturdy Ruper man, followed by two films, one yellow and one white.

His large hand was pressed against his head.

On the ground, the bodies of all infected individuals have been split in two, and their heads have been separated.

Thump.

Han Baiyi threw the body in front of him away, his face full of disgust.

"It's rude."

"Hisss Hoo Hoo"

The purple-haired cat's ears hung limply on the top of her head, and she had waist-length purple hair, and her face was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and she was sucking in with difficulty, and her back was leaning against the wall of the dark alley, her face covered with dirt and dust.

The short, dark-haired film girl was crouching in front of her, ripping open her blouse and tying it around her snowy little belly with torn sleeves, circles of red blood seeping through the clothes and slowly flowing to the ground.

Morgan held the tie with one hand, pulled the bandage hard with the other, held the other end of the bandage in his mouth, and pulled his neck back hard to tie the seal tightly.

It was only when the bleeding barely stopped that it stopped.

"Gawain, are those people still there?"

The black-haired Morgan raised his head and whispered a question to Gao Wen, who was looking at the wind at the entrance of the alley.

The purple-haired girl sat against the wall, and although the piercing wound in her abdomen was painful, she did not make a sound from the beginning of the bandage, but clenched her teeth tightly, and held the narrow sword with blood in her hand.

"It's gone." Gao Wen looked outside cautiously, "If you go in the direction of the east, you should be moving in the direction of the Imperial City." ”

"That's good"

Morgan nodded, glancing at the girl leaning against the wall.

"Look at the clothes on your body, you're a student at Wessesk Private High School, right?"

"What's it called? Where is home? ”

Morgan's tone didn't fluctuate, and when facing strangers, there was always no emotion in her voice, and it seemed that because the gang boss had been in office for a long time, she unconsciously spoke with some ruffianism.

"Melansha, my name is Melanza."

The purple-haired girl struggled to speak, her face pale, almost revealing the green tendons under her skin, but there was no trace of fragility on her face.

"My Home"

She didn't go on.

Morgan glanced out, and not far from the alley was the main store of Melantha Aromatherapy.

The brand Melantha is the most famous perfume luxury brand in Lentinium and even in the whole of Victoria, and any small bottle can be sold for thousands of dragon gate coins, which is comparable to the income of many civilian families for half a month.

Originally, they thought that this was just a student who had nothing to do to visit a perfume shop, but they didn't expect that a girl they caught casually was actually a little fat sheep rich woman.

If only I had been lucky enough to have been able to collect student protection money for so long.

However, in the past, they did not seem to dare to come to this kind of core area to collect protection money from students.

Morgan threw away the inertia of his previous habits and looked around cautiously.

It's a pity, it would be nice if there was a professional magician here, and a good magician could even see through the building hundreds of meters away.

Although Morgan knows some source stone skills, her profession is actually special, and Gawain is a heavy load, and neither of them has the ability to detect the side.

Melansha sat quietly against the wall, breathing at a certain frequency, constantly adjusting her state.

Clenched the sword tightly in his hand.

"Hey, are you a combat professional?"

Morgan was watching from the alleyway, and suddenly asked Melansha.

Melantha was stunned, looked at the wound in her abdomen, and nodded.

"Yes."

"What about careers?"

"It's supposed to be a guard, right?"

She hadn't done a battle rank physique data test yet, and she only knew that her master was cultivating herself in the direction of the guard.

Although the swordsmanship training was only for herself to strengthen her body at the beginning, now, her swordsmanship height has obviously long been out of the scope of 'strengthening the body'.

However, according to the master, her swordsmanship has been trained to this extent, and it seems that it is the limit.

She doesn't have a good physical foundation.

Morgan nodded slightly, his brow furrowed.

Gawain also looked cautiously into the distance of the street.

"The footsteps are heavy, there must be a lot of them."

"Well, at least three hundred people, but we probably won't be spotted."

The two of them muttered quietly as they looked at the rooftops of the tall buildings on one side of the alley.

This is the aristocratic district of Lentinium, where high-rise buildings abound.

The building on their side was sixteen or seventeen stories tall.

Morgan glanced at Melansha: "You will hold my back in a while, I will take you to climb up first, and Gawain will buy us time." ”

"But now that you're injured, it's a burden to us, and I can only carry you on my back, and it's up to you whether you can hold on until I climb to the top."

Melansha gritted her teeth and endured the pain:

"I'm sorry for you."