Chapter 228: Group Killing

The wind at night is very cold.

The sudden drop in temperature seemed to freeze all the dust and moisture in the air. The rocks and soil silently endured this cruel torture. The cracked felt cloth on the roofs was blown around and rolled up. The wind roars like ghosts kept echoing in the night sky. They rushed over the city, hitting everything that dared to block the road ahead, tearing up the crooked sheds, ruthlessly taking away the remaining heat of the poor civilians in the house, and playing with pieces of rags, branches, and dry grass leaves that were scraped from the surface of the house without restraint.

Lin Xiang stood in front of the office window, raised his hands and stared at his feet.

Although it is dozens of meters away from the ground, you can still see the cordons drawn with eye-catching yellow paint on the outside of the building. The chest bars made of sandbags stand around the yellow line, and patrol soldiers wander back and forth like black ants. On the platform of the second and third floors, you can clearly see heavy machine gun barrels with thick caliber.

This is Emma, ​​a chaotic and tempting city, and it is also an important fulcrum for Lin Xiang to prepare to establish his own power. There is no doubt that Yinyue City will become the core of the rule. Based on the huge grain output, it will gradually expand outward to the outside world, settlements and then connect vertically and horizontally to form a huge and stable force.

Elena and Zhou Hao stood behind him. Zhou Hao's face had already subsided a lot of excitement when they first met. Instead, they stayed on both sides of their cheeks, still hot and red.

“How many kids are there in this city like you?”

Looking down at the dark civilian area under your feet, Lin Xiang said lightly: "I mean the one you I first met outside the city two years ago."

Zhou Hao opened his mouth, closed it again, and shook his head silently.

Even an official who is specifically responsible for urban population surveys may not be able to know the exact number. Moreover, he is just an ordinary civilian.

"***, robbery, abuse, prostitution... This is a city full of darkness and filth. Any outsider entering will be stained with dark dirt. Some people may say that this world is full of darkness and violence, and changing is just unrealistic delusions. Instead of wasting time and energy to do useless actions, it is better to relax your mind and integrate yourself into it and become a part of sin and darkness. Haha! What do you think?" Lin Xiang looked at the civilian area with only a few scattered lights, and asked without looking back.

"I...I, I don't know."

Zhou Hao's expression was a little confused, and he didn't know how to deal with it. The things Lin Xiang said were too far away from him, and there were too many strange things mixed in it. He had never thought about it, nor did anyone tell him.

For ordinary people, having food, water, and a place to shelter from wind and rain is enough. They rarely or even never consider things beyond their personal interests. This was the case in the old days, and it is the same now.

"From the day I received my blood, you're no longer an ordinary person."

Lin Xiang turned around and looked at Zhou Hao's eyes with a sharp but gentle look, saying, "You must bear more things and learn how to become a real man. Of course, you will also gain more while giving. This world will eventually be ruled by mutants. Although historical development is bound to be so, we still have to do something for this."

"You mean..." Zhou Hao began to understand Lin Xiang's words.

"Take your men and wipe out all the gangsters in Emma City. Remember, you only have two days to swallow them up and kill all those who dare to resist. Use blood and violence to let them understand what strength is, and use death and cry to make them understand obedience. If you want to follow me, do it meticulously. Otherwise, stay in the slums and continue to run your small shop, and be an ordinary person who will never make a name for himself—"

Lin Xiang's tone was unprecedentedly cold and harsh. He gave the final answer directly, which was so simple that it was trembling and there was no possibility of negotiation.

"Clear...all the gangsters?Everyone?"

Zhou Hao swallowed his throat hard and his throat was sticky. In order to survive in Emma City, he did kill several people. It was no stranger to the feeling of being splashed on his face by blood and minced meat, but this was the first time he talked about the plan of a large-scale massacre like this.

He had no intention of rejecting or opposing it at all. For Lin Xiang's worship, he had deeply engraved his entire human being in his heart like a god. For him, everything this man said was an irresistible command, and there was no second choice except obedience.

What's more, the gangsters in Emma City... they should have died!

"Don't let my expectations of you down. If I'm disappointed, then you won't have a second chance." Lin Xiang said quietly.

Zhou Hao nodded with a heavy expression, bent down, bowed deeply, turned around and opened the door, and soon disappeared at the end of the narrow corridor.

"You're so harsh on him. He's just a child."

The footsteps in the corridor slowly faded away. Elena walked behind Lin Xiang slowly, stretched out her arms, raised her chest, and gently hugged his broad shoulders from behind.

"The boy in the wilderness is already an adult at the age of ten, or even nine, and has to go out hunting alone at the age of eight. He has undergone blood transformation and must bear more responsibilities." Lin Xiang stood quietly in front of the window, motionless, like a statue.

"Do you want to train him?" Elena opened her soft lips slightly and leaned close to Lin Xiang's ear and whispered softly.

"Hidden Moon City needs more vassal groups, Emma is the first, but it will definitely not be the last. They can only be managed by people I can trust." Lin Xiang's words were like an unquestionable declaration.

Elena did not continue to speak. She closed her eyes and pressed her face against Lin Xiang's back. She gently rubbed her through the silky high elastic fabric of the combat suit, feeling the body temperature coming from under her clothes, and the breath filling her breath, making herself intoxicated, full of shock and conquest, familiar and special manly odor.

While thinking deeply, Lin Xiang looked at the corridor projection reflected on the window glass, silently staring at the direction where Zhou Hao disappeared, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised.

...

To the south of the Central Building is a crowded and chaotic neighborhood. It is filled with various shanty towns and simple houses. Walls made of broken wooden boards and scrap metal are separated into narrow spaces in rooms without any planning and design. Sewage and garbage can be seen everywhere on the streets, and they emit a strong and pungent stench, which makes people feel nauseous.

There are dozens of households and hundreds of civilians living on both sides of this passage. No matter what, it has nothing to do with the word "toilet". But the black man still regards it as a cesspool, and he has enough reason - it is cold, it is too dark, and the specially designated toilet is too dirty... No matter what, I just want to squat here to shit. Even if my butt is facing someone else's door and feel smelly? Then wait for me to finish pulling it and come out and clean the place by myself.

He does this every day and has long been used to it.

The rules of the slums in Emma City are similar to those in the wilderness. Relying on a strong body and huge fists, coupled with the identity of the "Oka" gangster, the black man is a famous ruthless person nearby. He can go in and out of anyone's kitchen without restraint and eat foods that do not belong to him. The adequate nutrition accumulates enough fat and strength in the body, which makes the strong stronger and the hungry. Even those poor and hungry ghosts who are as thin as firewood to resist are not his opponents at all.

Except for a few special buildings that pay taxes on time, most slums do not have electricity. However, people have ways to find light for themselves at night.

Dead shrubs, plastic garbage left over from the old era, dirty oil and dirt accumulated in stinky puddles... In short, everything that can be used as fuel is fully utilized. People who wantonly make garbage in the old era may never dream of dreaming that when they randomly discard colorful plastic bags and various daily necessities and are troubled by increasingly serious environmental protection issues, the new generation of humans in the wasteland world are trying to find everything they have thrown away, dig them out of the soil, and use them as a support to resist the severe cold and darkness of winter, and store them strictly like treasures in the most hidden place in the room.

In addition to the smell of shit, there is also a pungent choking smell in the air.

That is the smell emitted by plastic burning. Not only Emma City, but every place where humans live can smell this unique smell. In the words of scholars and experts of the old era, plastic burns will release a large amount of toxic substances, which are harmful to the human body, and will pollute the environment and damage the atmospheric ozone layer. However, these things are too far away from the new generation of humans, and the radiation-filled wasteland is the biggest threat. As for death... what is more unbearable than starving to death or freezing to death?

The refreshing sense of release made the black man feel extremely relaxed. He was holding a few small stones in his hand to wipe his butt, but he passed the images of the women nearby in his mind. He had done all these women, and his understanding of their bodies was even clearer than their men. It was very cold in winter, and although there was no quilt, he called a few women to lie next to him and warm his feet at the base of the bed, which was a good enjoyment.

They are old and ugly, and their wrinkled and frizzy bodies are not attractive at all. But no matter what, they are women after all.

This damn wasteland world lacks everything, and women are the same. They can calculate once a day, and don’t be picky.

A middle-aged man with a thin figure and only wearing a cloth jacket without a left-sleeved jacket slowly poked his head out of the shack facing the black man's back and stared at him with a fierce and tyrannical gaze.

The man carefully stretched out his feet from the room and left his body sideways. His right hand, which was slightly trembling, tightly held a piece of iron in an irregular trapezoidal shape. The metal had been transformed into the shape of a kitchen knife, and the surface of the blade thinned by the sharpening shovel was emitted with a cold light.

"Click—"

The iron piece cut through the air, making a heart-pounding tremor. While the blade cut into the black man's shoulder, it also burst out with a shrill roar like a wounded beast. The hard bones blocked the deadly blade, but could not stop the broken nerves from transmitting unbearable pain to the brain. The black man screamed and jumped up his pants in a mess, tied up his belt as fast as possible, turned around, opened his eyes wide and stared at the man standing behind him in shock and angrily.

He knew this man. He was a husband nearby who was often called to sleep with the woman. He had bullied this woman several times in front of the man. At that time, the man always left the room without saying a word, and a slight whimper would soon come from behind the walls made of old wooden boards.

"Mom, how dare you kill me?"

The furious black man gritted his teeth, and withstood the pain, pulled out the knife stuck in the middle of the bone from his shoulder with his backhand. He roared like a muffled thunder and rushed towards the man.

The man was trembling all over. His hungry body didn't have much strength. The knife just now had exhausted most of his physical strength. Despite this, he still stared at the black man who was one head taller than him, twice as physically as a violent bear.

"Swoosh-"

The moment the blade was about to approach the man's head, a few wooden sticks sharpened at the front end suddenly pierced from the simple houses with holes and air permeated on both sides of the road. The sharp thorns faced the black man in reverse, stabbed into his chest and abdomen, and deeply penetrated his internal organs. The strength was so great that it almost completely pierced his strong body. Before he could roar in pain, the man standing opposite had pulled out the stone hammer on the back of his waist and slammed the black man's round and thick head. Suddenly, his eyes were filled with all kinds of flashes and many scattered and meaningless pictures, and his ears were full of sharp roars, almost shaking the membrane.

Several ragged civilian men and women walked out of the shed, pulled out the wooden thorns from the black man's body, and poked him desperately at him who was lying on the ground. The calm alley immediately became noisy, and the screams that were as shrill as human voices became shorter and shorter... In the end, they fell into silence.

The man bent down and grabbed the knife in the black man's hand. With the excitement and cruelty stimulated by blood in the depths of his eyes, he waved his arms and slashed hard at the black man's thick neck, one, two, three...

Cut a piece of fleshy skin from the top of the skull, lift the bloody head up, and look in front of you for a long time... The man's heart that beats violently and can rush out of his chest almost at any time, slowly becomes slow and calm down.

Killing is so simple.

I really don’t understand why I tolerated this dirty nigger who wanted to *** his woman before? At that time, the only thing I could do was hide behind the house and cry.

"Mom, this is the life that men should live..."

The man murmured, holding the head in his hand close to the puff of the unfrozen shit in the middle of the road, turned around, pressed the deceased face down, and pressed it heavily, stamped one foot and stomped it hard.

Turning around, the man handed the knife in his hand to the woman standing behind him, then pulled up a wooden thorn from the black corpse, looked at the other people standing next to him, and said in a hoarse voice: "Brother Hao said, tonight, kill all the bastards of the Oka Gang-"

...

Due to the influence of radiation, the development cycle of humans in the wasteland world is much faster than that of the old times. Although they are only eleven years old, Zhou Hao is over 1.68 meters tall. Except for the slightly naive and childish look on his face, it is no different from other adults.

Wearing a gray coat made of burlap, Zhou Hao, with a calm expression, walked slowly in the middle of the narrow streets of the slums. Behind him, hundreds of men and women holding simple weapons were followed. Their physiques were basically thin, but their eyes released a fierce and greedy gaze like a wolf.

The weapons were very rough, mostly sharp sticks or homemade knives. The blade was covered with fresh blood, and sharp screams came from the alleyways in the distance, as well as the sound of metal sharp objects intersecting with flesh and bones, and bursts of excited screams. Every time I walked through a street intersection, there were always a few civilians wrapped in various rags and miscellaneous materials, and even naked all over joined the team. They followed Zhou Hao, chatting in a low voice with nervous expressions and secret joy. Occasionally, a burst of laughter broke out, but soon returned to their original state of silence.

In Emma City, many people know Zhou Hao.

This boy, who was once called "Little Mouse", is an absolute legend. Many people deliberately entered the moderate or even severe radiation zone out of envying the powerful power he gained from sudden mutation, but ended up tragically dying.

There are more than a dozen gangs in Emma City. "Oka" is the largest underground force among them. Instead of annexing the rest of the gangs, it chose to cooperate with them and force the other party to surrender in a powerful way.
Chapter completed!