Chapter 220 Contempt

In an instant, countless blood flowers bloomed from the surface of the human body. Under the crazy shooting without dead corners, the Sosbian soldiers who were caught off guard screamed and fell to the ground.

Except for a few psychopaths who have received the enhancement of level 2 and 3 potions, most of them are ordinary people with strong bodies. The brain reaction and physical control ability are simply incomparable to the evolved people around Lin Xiang. In an instant, the Sosbian soldiers who looked around Lin Xiang were all lying in a pool of blood. They screamed in pain, twitching their bodies in a whine, and consumed the last breath of life left in their bodies.

The expression on Bernie's face was as cold as ice. A hint of cruelty dominated by frenzy and excitement appeared between her tight lips. He grabbed Orel's ankle and smashed it hard towards the ground like crazy, without giving the other party a chance to fight back or struggle. Every time he fell, the area of ​​the pit in the center of the road would expand accordingly, and soon, the large rock base layer laid at the bottom was exposed. The edges of the broken hard rocks were as sharp as steel knives. They cut Orel's clothes and skin, revealing outward muscles, and the viscous and warm blood was stained on the cracks of the rocks, flowing slowly down the slope.

Orel burst into a roar like thunder. He tried his best to break free from control, but he could not change the direction of his body movement. He could only let the other party pinch his legs and feet and ***. His strong physical condition made him not care about the surface wounds, but if this situation continues, there is only a dead end.

The gap is only one star, but it is as huge as the world and cannot be compensated.

Suddenly, Nelia's beautiful face reflected in Oral's round eyes, which reflected her approaching the broken wall beside her, pulled out a few steel bars as thick as a baby's arms, approached and raised them, and inserted them hard at the moment when the man raised his body and smashed his body heavily from the air.

"Puchi-"

A cold and violent force passed by, firmly fixed between the hard rock cracks. Orel could feel his liver had been shattered, and the severe pain quickly returned to his brain under the transmission of nerves. It stimulated the reason that could collapse at any time like a knife and an axe.

The blood gushed out of his mouth blocked the sound. Before the screams came out, the second steel bar in Nelia's hand had fallen down, piercing her chest and heart, completely sealing the body that could barely twist.

Lin Xiang seemed to be laughing, but whether to laugh or not is no longer important. Orel has figured out the fact that he regrets it - this seemingly ordinary young man is the real terrible opponent.

A person who can command the six-star parasite... This time, I'm fucking misunderstood.

Spit out a large mouthful of blood that surged upwards along the throat. Orel opened his lips, which were dyed red, and gasped in a rough voice: "...you, do you want this city, too?"

"Not everything belongs to Sosbia." A cold light flashed in Lin Xiang's eyes.

"I, I knew it was... Hu, Hu Hu... Respond, next, what are you going to do? Next, next... Is it... Hu Hu Hu, Hu, is it, Greke?"

Although he had already understood the fact that was about to happen, Orel couldn't help but try his best to ask for it.

Lin Xiang nodded. This is not a secret. It is impossible to make a dying person close to his eyes with the final satisfaction. This requirement should satisfy him.

Suddenly, Orel took a deep breath, and suddenly raised a sad trombone to the sky. His voice went straight to the night sky, wandering back and forth under the low and thick radiant clouds, and never dissipated for a long time.

Bernie took the last steel bar from Nelia's hand, picked it up high, and inserted it heavily at Orel's right eye. The dull sound of smashing flesh and bone cracking seemed to have crushed a fragile fruit. Orel couldn't even scream. The steel bars covered with red and white mucus slowly pulled out from the sockets. His hands and feet were also twitching involuntarily as if they were electric shocks under the touch of the remaining nerves.

...

Quincy stood calmly across the street, but the corner of his eyes was slightly ***.

He is a soldier, has seen countless bloody scenes and has killed people with his own hands.

However, no experience is as terrifying and shocking as these scenes that happened tonight.

Yes, I am indeed a mutant with level 4 evolution ability. But what does this mean?

That guy named Lin Xiang is simply the most vicious and cruel devil in hell.

Although he was not sure what changes had happened to Bernie and Nelia, Quincy understood that the source of this instantaneous mutation was Lin Xiang - he asked the two people to take something, maybe a medicine, or a divine thing that only exists in legend... In short, he turned the two ordinary people into parasites.

Just in front of you, the real one can no longer be true.

This is not the most terrifying thing. He could clearly transform the two people in advance, but he wanted to make them fight against Tang Hu desperately in an ordinary state. He took this and let them feel death. When he was most desperate, helpless, and had given up everything in the world and was completely lost, he suddenly gave them rebirth and resurrection, and became unprecedentedly powerful hope.

Even fools can see that those two people will only obey him absolutely. The guy has received their complete surrender from the heart to the body.

Orel is dead, and Sosbia is finished at the most powerful guardian in Cang Cinema.

Despite being far apart, Quincy heard the last conversation clearly with the keen ears of the evolutionist.

Next, Lord Greke.

The number of evolved people in this world is very rare, and the parasites are even more phoenix-hair-scalp horns.

Greke, who is a five-star parasite, does have the power to be intriguing. Because of this, Quincy is willing to become his subordinate.

The wasteland world was not an old era shrouded in democracy. Evolved people were destined to become rulers over ordinary people. With strength, there was profit and there was everything.

Quincy took out a cigarette from his pocket with his trembling hands, took out a lit one, and just took a few sips, threw it on the ground, lifted his feet and crushed it hard. He strode to Lin Xiang, regardless of the strange and puzzled gaze of his subordinates, and like Bernie did before, he bent his knees and knelt heavily on the ground, and said in a sincere and firm voice: "Grand, please accept me and be your eternal slave-"

...

It was already dawn.

The entire Cang Cinema is as quiet as death, and people are still immersed in their sleep. Looking around, the wide streets are full of discarded garbage and debris. The doors of houses on both sides are closed, and there are also a few drunks who are unconscious on the corners of the street. This world does not have to adhere to the strict time system like the long-term era. People can sleep as long as they want. Of course, when they cannot tolerate hunger and thirst, they will naturally wake up.

Greke was sleeping, too.

Although the big bed picked out from the ruins is old, it has beautiful classical patterns that cannot be copied by craftsmen in the wasteland world. The white and soft mattress is embroidered with Greke's abbreviation, the dark red quilt cover is embroidered with fine lily patterns with gold thread, the curtain along the four corners of the bed is tied high with silver hooks, and the golden tassels fall smoothly from the bottom of the hook. Regardless of the actual value of these things, the shape and craftsmanship they possess alone are enough to become a treasure that is sought after and collected by people.

With his thick legs covered with thick black hair, Greke indecently scratched the trousers covered under the quilt with his hands. He was sleeping in a daze and had no intention of opening his eyes. He turned over and let out a dissatisfied hum in his nostrils. He chewed slowly in his mouth, soothing the muscles pressed by the heavy head for a moment. After a few seconds, he stretched out his right hand, slowly touched the head of the bed, bluntly in the air, grabbed a thin rope woven with white silk thread, and pulled it hard. Suddenly, a faint ringtone came from another room blocked by the wall.

His swelling belly urged Greke to go to the bathroom as soon as possible to release the urine accumulated for a whole night. But he had not woken up completely. Whenever he encountered this situation and did not want to get up and get out of bed to solve the problem by himself, pulling the bell was the only way.

Next door, there are two young and beautiful girls.

They would call the ringtone to the bedroom and slowly lift the quilt for him to vent.

Power is indeed a good thing.

It allows you to enjoy the benefits that ordinary people cannot imagine. Greke does not think that his approach is too much. As an ordinary resident, he must have the awareness of absolutely obeying the orders of the city lord. Even if they are asked to lie under their butt and open their mouths, they can only accept the fate of eating shit honestly.

According to usual practice, it only takes three strokes at most. Within twenty seconds, the maid next door will appear in front of his bed.

The situation today is obviously a bit special - Greke pulled the bell rope dozens of times, and the closed door was not moving at all.

This is not normal.

Greke slowly opened his eyes and reached out to find a large-caliber pistol from under the pillow.

On this night just past, something seemed to have happened that he didn't know.

Perhaps, the maid in the next room happened to go out. This happened before, and some people were unwilling to abide by the rules.

If a pistol cannot deal with accidents, it is also a good choice to use it to bombard the heads of those disobedient guys.

All in all, this morning will soon become full of blood.

Greke sat quietly on the bed, shaking his hand holding the gun, and the wheel had already popped up. He glanced at the yellow bullet filled in the slot, closed it again and aimed it.

Outside the window, there was no slogan of the army's morning exercises as usual. The silence of death enveloped the official residence, as if the air had frozen.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from the corridor, which was very messy and rhythmic. Greke could easily tell that at least four people were getting closer and closer to their bedroom.

He raised his hand holding the gun and aimed it at the closed door facing the bed.

Perhaps he noticed the danger behind the door panel and stopped slowly. At the same time, Greke slowly lowered his hand holding the gun, opened his eyes wide, and looked directly ahead in fear. He felt the huge invisible pressure spreading, and almost his breathing stopped. As if he was at the bottom of the water, his whole body was filled with heavy pressure.

There are three extremely powerful auras. One is three stars, one is four stars, and the other is six stars... they are all parasites.

Apart from himself and that bastard Orel, how could so many mutant powerful people suddenly appear in Cang Cinema? Could it be that the Luton family has lost patience to attack him? However, these supernatural auras do not match Orel's star rating. Where is he?

"Bang—"

The closed door was kicked open rudely from outside, and several live ammunition walked into the room. The first one was Lin Xiang.

“Quncy?”

Greke, who saw the visitor clearly, fixed his eyes on one of the most familiar faces, and roared in shock and angrily: "Why, do you even want to betray me?"

"I just obey the most basic survival rules of the wasteland world."

Quincy owed his body, with the essential etiquette, and said respectfully: "Mr. Greke, if you are stronger than them, I will still be equally loyal to you. This is the world, there is no loyalty, only strength exists forever."

"So where does your power come from?"

Greke, who was used to being cruel and domineering, stared at Quincy, who had evolved into a Samsung parasite, suppressed the tension and fear deep in his heart, and said gloomyly: "It could have fallen suddenly from the sky... Is it, what's going on?"

"The master gave me strength. I must obey him absolutely-" Quincy turned his body to Lin Xiang and lowered his head in awe.

Greke turned his head in surprise and his eyes were circling back and forth on Bernie and Lin Xiang. Slowly, his face became very ugly. After several minutes, he sneered hideously: "I really took a look. I always thought that strength was the basis for dominating everything. I didn't expect... you are an ordinary person who has never mutated."

Lin Xiang smiled slightly. In front of the three loyal hands, this smile was even more fearful than the king's majesty. He slowly walked to the bed, looked down at Greke sitting on the bed coldly, and said, "Give you two choices. Life or death."

Greke looked at the too young man carefully. With the bright morning light, he could see his face as smooth and soft as jade. His black eyes emitted wisdom and cold light. His short hair combed backwards showed a strong momentum. His slender, strong, slightly curved eyebrows outlined the lines of his facial contours, forming a perfect picture that was so handsome that he was heart-shaking.

He is really beautiful.

Beautiful face has a ****** effect. Greke can't feel a slight breath of supernatural powers from him - this guy is just an absolute ordinary person.

Although I was not sure what method Lin Xiang used to conquer his subordinates, Greke couldn't help but feel extremely resentful.

This world should not be dominated by ordinary people. They are always scum crawling at the feet of mutants.

Only by being tough can one vent anger.

Greke instinctively felt that this was a conspiracy. Although Quincy's sudden mutation shocked him, he did not think that this change had any inevitable connection with Lin Xiang. Perhaps, that guy was originally a spy lurking in Cang Cinema, waiting for the opportunity to betray the city.

As for the other two parasites, they were obviously helping on his side. Greke had never seen Bernie and Nelia. Although Tang Hu had described these two people, they were only limited to ordinary people. Greke rarely cared about the affairs of civilians. In front of his powerful self, civilians were always ants.

But Greke was very angry - he really couldn't understand the changes that were happening in front of him. When he woke up, everything no longer belonged to him. Rebellion, naked rebellion, everyone chose to depart... Of course, there might be a soldier, or more soldiers who were loyal to him, but under the irresistible oppression of absolute power, they could only choose to die or surrender.

Mom, Quincy, a dog bastard with a vest, said at least one thing right - obeying the power, this is the law of survival in the wasteland world.

"Abide...hehehehehe! Obey you?"

Greke, who had a gray face, suddenly burst into laughter, and his eyes were filled with rage and roaring hysterically: "What is the right thing for me to order me if I want to negotiate, call your master-"
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