Sheepshead Bay, New York.

The bustling cosmopolitan city has long since lost its former glory and is devastated in sight.

The streets are filled with countless green-haired garbage and abandoned cars, and none of the thousands of high-rise buildings remain intact, a few more miserable than those invaded by the Zetarians.

In the northwest of Sheepshead Bay, there is a human settlement that covers an area of nearly 10 kilometers.

Camouflage armored vehicles were parked on the periphery of the gathering place, and there were even a few heavy tanks of unknown models in between.

Groups of heavily armed soldiers were patrolling the barbed wire fence that surrounded the entire gathering place, followed by blue-purple giants more than ten meters high.

Every 100 meters, a guard tower is set up on the inner edge of the iron fence, and the soldiers standing on the guard tower can look out from here and can see the low tube buildings and dark green tents inside the iron fence.

Between the 'gaps' of these buildings, a man and woman in an orange-red uniform with a uniform black 'M' tattoo on the right eyebrow sits or lies down.

In addition to this, the only thing these men and women have in common is the wearing of a black collar around their necks, which is designed to suppress the ability of mutation.

It's a mutant concentration camp.

At the very center of the camp is a large, dark red building that looks like a box, where thousands of mutant prisoners in orange and red uniforms eat.

In front of the long queue of food collection windows, a little girl with a collar around her neck lowered the iron plate in her hand, perhaps because she was too excited to see the food under the erosion of hunger, causing her movements to be too big, and she touched the palm of the staff who happened to be outstretched.

"Mutant cubs, take your dirty hands away!"

Feeling the touch on the skin, the staff turned angry and smashed an iron spoon on the top of the little girl's head.

"Wow——!"

The cries were loud, but not a single mutant around dared to comfort the little girl who had suffered an unjustified disaster, let alone condemn the staff member.

Not far away, a strong man who had just had dinner and was about to leave the cafeteria saw this scene, and he also didn't dare to lend a hand, only dared to grit his teeth and whispered: "These bastards." ”

Unexpectedly, his scolding happened to be in the ears of a fully armed guard next to him.

"You, stop, don't go, it's you, mutant crumb."

With four subordinates blocking the way of the strong man, the guard had a hideous face: "Who did you just say is a bastard!" ”

The strong man's head shook like a rattle, and he never dared to admit what he said five seconds ago: "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

'Smack! ’

A slap flashed on the face of the mutant strong man who was half a head taller than himself, and the guard's face turned cold: "Are you calling me deaf?" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"Lick my shoes clean, and I'll spare you this time."

"This ......"

"Huh?!"

Hearing the squad leader's clear instructions, the four guards raised the energy guns in their hands in unison and aimed them at the man in front.

"Yes, yes, yes."

His back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, the strong man's face turned pale, his knees bent without resistance, and he fell to the concrete floor.

Then he bent down, got on all fours, stuck out his tongue, and leaned like a dog into the guard's mud-stained boots.

At the moment when the strong man's tongue touched his upper, the captain of the guard reopened the law enforcement recorder that had just been turned off, and let out an exaggerated scream from his mouth, and his acting skills were not as good as some traffic stars who could only cut out pictures: "Ah~ My feet!" This mutant hazard actually attacked me with his tongue! ”

"I'm not, I'm not!"

The strong man holding his body changed his face and shook his head in a panic.

It's a pity that his end was doomed when that sentence reached the ears of the other party.

‘Biu～’‘Biu～’‘Biu～’……

He was greeted by countless blue and white energy bombs.

It wasn't until they had shot the other party so badly that they couldn't see the human form at all, and the group of guards let go of their fingers holding the trigger.

"Ho, bah~ It's all you mutant bastards, otherwise the world wouldn't be what it is today."

Spat at the corpse, the madness in the captain's eyes faded, and he glanced at the silent prisoners around him, and everywhere he looked, they all bowed their heads, and no one dared to look at them.

Retracting his gaze, the captain of the guard nodded contentedly and turned to leave.

Retracting the afterglow and hurriedly finishing the mushy food on the plate, the bald boy hurriedly rushed out of the cafeteria with the flow of people, for fear that he would be the next unlucky egg.

"Ouch~"

In a panic, the bald boy felt that he had hit a wall of flesh and fell to the ground with a cry of pain.

When he looked up, he saw a black ball with an arm thicker than his waist, staring at him viciously.

"Little ghost, don't you have long eyes when you walk? Beat him to death! ”

Receiving the boss's order, a group of adult strong men behind Yuanqiu instantly swarmed up.

'Bang! ''Bang! ''Bang! ’、

The sound of fists to flesh echoed through the dirty alleys.

………………

By the time the boy opened his eyes again, the landscape had changed.

An unfamiliar ceiling, a dilapidated living room, and the only source of light is a half-waisted white candle.

"Are you awake?"

Sitting up from the worn carpet, the bald boy instantly looked at the source of the voice.

An old man with age spots on his face, white beard, and most of his teeth was lying on his back on a patched couch, holding a worn-out storybook in one hand and a green wine bottle in the other.

"Who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am, it's just that I just watched you kid on the side of the road and picked you up with two breaths."

When the wine was drunk, the old man mercilessly issued an order to evict the guests: "Get out of here when you wake up." ”

"It's curfew time, can I stay here for the night?"

Turning his head, the black night sky was reflected in the bald boy's eyes through the window.

"Whatever you want."

He replied without being salty, and the old man once again devoted his attention to the book.

The bald boy also fell silent, leaning against the wall, closing his eyes and resting.

The injuries on his body stimulated the boy's nerves all the time, and after persisting for more than twenty minutes, the bald boy finally couldn't bear it anymore, and took the initiative to find a topic to distract himself: "How old are you, old man?" ”

"I can't remember, maybe ninety, maybe a hundred."

"Then you won't live for two years."

The boy almost died with a word.

Maybe he lived long enough and experienced too much, the old man didn't care about the boy's words, but shook his head and smiled: "Hehe~ It's good to be dead, what's the point of living like this." ”

"Isn't that how everyone lives?"

The boy pursed his lips disapprovingly, only to assume that he had met a madman.

(End of chapter)