Chapter 229: God-Man

Zhou Hao also has his own gang. To be precise, it is just a small group with a loose structure and no management. Most of its members are neighbors near Zhou Hao's home.

He could not help everyone in Emma City. It is commonplace to bully men and women and to occupy food in any settlement or wilderness. He was once confused about it. However, he has now recognized his identity - absolutely obedient, loyal, and worshipped the man who gave his parasitic ability.

Lin Xiang needed to wipe out all the underground forces in Emma City, but did not give Zhou Hao any help. Glifiz knew every force in Emma City. Those guys who were called "strong people" in the mouths of ordinary civilians were at best just first- and second-level primary abilities who used potions to transform their bodies and had the most basic first- and second-level strengthening abilities. It is not an exaggeration to describe Zhou Hao's power as strong as a four-star parasite.

Lin Xiang wants to see what method this eleven-year-old child will use to complete the order he issued? Or, it should be said that Zhou Hao will try it himself and suddenly gain power and support.

At first, the news only spread in a small circle around Zhou Hao. From the first Oka gang to the gathering of hundreds of supporters, it took less than half an hour. The riots spread rapidly throughout the city like a plague. More and more civilians participated in the chaos. Perhaps because of revenge, some were for the purpose of gaining benefits, and some were purely for the purpose of taking advantage of the situation... In short, the group of riots became larger and larger like snowballs, and the killing and screams from all corners of the city became stronger and stronger.

Although some psychics appeared among the new generation of humans, compared with ordinary people, the number of evolutionary groups is very rare. The resistance or struggle between the people is still largely maintained at the level of ordinary people competing with each other.

Of course, this is also somewhat due to Gliffiz's rule. He strictly forbids Emma's citizens to possess weapons such as firearms. Once discovered, the mercenaries would immediately hunt the holders on the spot.

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Walking through the chaotic shed area and walking down the road that is not much spacious than the alley, it is a two-story building made of bricks and mortar. With this building as the core, the surface of the houses in the area of ​​thousands of square meters around are painted with hideous animal head patterns with red and yellow pigments. Although the painter looks clumsy and does not have any aesthetic sense, it is indeed scary enough in terms of actual results and has a considerable degree of deterrence.

This is the headquarters of the Oka Gang and is also the largest bar and casino in Emma City.

Dozens of stout men were guarding the door, staring at the crowds getting closer and closer with nervous and bloodthirsty eyes. Their clothes were relatively neat than those of the civilians. Although the weather was cold, many people still had their chests covered with tattoos and body hair. This conspicuous move was indeed threatening. With the intersection of eyes, many thin civilians had quietly changed direction, turned their bodies, and tried to hide behind others' figures with fear.

A man with a shaved head, wearing a leather jacket, bare arms, and gray-white beard on his lips walked out of the gate on the bottom floor of the building. He was holding a half-curved reverse arc blade device called the "dog-legged knife" in his old era. He spread his legs and stood steadily in front of everyone, staring at Zhou Hao with angry and fierce eyes.

"Why do you do this? I, Atwood and Oka Gang, have never had anything to do to you, why, why do you wantonly slaughter my people?"

He kept roaring, and a faint fear appeared in his angry eyes.

Atwood doesn't understand why Zhou Hao suddenly attacked? Since the last recruitment failed, he has been warning his gang members not to get close to this powerful house and family that can only be described as perverted. He doesn't want to get into unnecessary trouble because of some accident. He bows to an eleven-year-old child. This kind of thing is indeed embarrassing, but Atwood is very clear--the power he gains from relying on the transformation of Level 4 enhancement potion is not an opponent of a four-star parasitic at all.

"Someone wants your head."

Zhou Hao's answer was extremely short. It was not because he was quick-witted. In fact, on the way he came, he had repeatedly thought about all possible scenes after meeting Atwood. This was the answer he thought was the most suitable after careful consideration.

Atwood was stunned, and then burst into an extremely rough roar: "Who? Who is going to kill me?"

Zhou Hao did not answer. He just took steps forward slowly and rhythmically.

The parasite's powerful aura suppressed Atwood. He even felt unable to move, and used his eyes and body to express his uncontrollable despair and hatred deep in his heart.

Looking at this man who was nearly one end higher than him coldly, Zhou Hao suddenly felt an indescribable impulse and excitement in his heart. He held other people's lives in his hands, and this feeling was indeed good.

"You don't need to know, and you don't need to ask so much. Dead people, there's no need to figure out why-"

Zhou Hao answered Atwood's inquiry directly. Without any warning, he suddenly swung his right fist and smashed his left abdomen like lightning. He opened his five fingers in the warm abdominal cavity, grabbed the slippery liver and dragged it outwards. At the same time, he used all his strength to concentrate on the top of his knees, and hit Atwood's left leg hard. A series of crisp "clicks" sounds that penetrated into the ears, the thick leg bones were actually broken. Atwood, whose eyes were straight, let out a painful cry, and his knees softened and he fell to the ground. With every breath, a large piece of blood foam would gush out from his mouth.

The gap in strength was too big, and he could not resist at all.

Looking at his face gradually turning gray and losing vitality, Zhou Hao exhaled a long sigh and said softly in a tone full of respect and admiration: "That person's name is so noble that I don't even have the qualification to mention him. If there is really hell, in that place... maybe, you can know."

Atwood, who was dying, suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his mouth was gushing out of blood, making an incredible voice: "...you...you...can't even you... that person?"

Zhou Hao nodded and grabbed the dog-leg knife that Atwood was still holding in his hand. His left hand was in a claw, and he entered the top of Atwood's skull like the hardest steel hook. His right hand flew in the reverse direction, and in a dark light shining with a dim metallic luster, he cut the entire human head away from his body.

"Of course I can't resist that person. He is God...the God who gives me everything..."

Carrying the bloody head, he walked sideways past Atwood's body, which is still in a half-kneeling position. Looking at the city where the noise is getting louder and louder in the distance, Zhou Hao's cold face slowly showed an extremely pious smile.

...

The chaos in Emma City did not last long. In order to obtain the best interests, Atwood has always controlled the number of official members of the Oka Gang. In addition to the more than 500 gang members guarding the core area, plus the peripheral members killed by civilians, as well as other gangs of all sizes, the total number of dead was about 3,000.

Lin Xiang sent the city guards to control the situation as soon as possible. His purpose was to clear out all the groups in the city that could become potentially dangerous, rather than destroying everything that left behind devastated ruins. Zhou Hao's performance made him very satisfied. Regardless of whether blood and cruelty would cause any psychological burden to this young man, decisive and loyalty alone were enough to reassure himself.

The weather is gradually getting warmer, and the wind slashing on the face is still cold, but there is no such pain as the knife cut in the severe winter. The snow on the ground has almost melted away. Apart from the rocks protruding from the soil and dead plants, more and more plots have begun to expose the landforms that have been covered up for a winter. Only in the dark corners and bottoms of the pits that cannot be shined by the sun can we see a little bit of frozen into ice, completely blending with the surrounding environment, and a layer of gray-white snow crystals like coarse salt particles remain on the surface.

The huge convoy has entered Emma from the south for the third time. With Glifiz's original reserves, the accumulated materials in the city are enough to maintain consumption for more than half a year. Sosbia has conducted detailed exploration of the geological conditions around the city. According to the relevant archives, Lin Xiang has set up three stone collection points in the direction near the mountains, with sufficient building materials and various heavy weapons. The sturdy and sturdy new alert towers are gradually replacing the original defense facilities in the city.

The convoy has transported more than 5,000 civilians. According to Lin Xiang's plan, except for two thousand armed soldiers, the number of citizens in Emma City can only be maintained at about 30,000. In this desolate world where food determines the population, the only consequence of the residents exceeding the upper limit of regional farming and harvest is that a terrible famine broke out in the city. Although Yinyue City has enough output, considering the problems of transportation, energy consumption and road conditions, if the residents of Emma City want to be rich, they must accept the reality of migration.

Zhou Hao and the original mercenaries in the city were all incorporated into the "Vulture Mercenary Group". The wasteland world is full of bandits and mobs, and small-scale wars break out almost every day. As the war area gradually expands, the tentacles of Yinyue City also begin to extend to the places on the map that are farther and farther away, and no one has ever been.

Together with the previous batch of goods delivered and used, the number of motorcycles provided by the "Black Iron Furnace" has exceeded thousands. Except for 500 vehicles left for patrol personnel, the remaining part is sold to other forces at an expensive price of ten times or even twenty times. In addition to the essential transportation costs, Lin Xiang got an astonishing amount of food and ore from this absolutely cost-effective transaction.

Cang Cinema's salt and seafood occupies an increasingly important part of the Yinyue trade circle. Human desires are endless. Under the premise of being able to eat enough, salted fish, kelp, shellfish and other things have an irresistible temptation to them. Frequent convoys entering and leaving the heavy radiation areas also forced Lin Xiang to repeatedly increase the output of Yinyue City Hospital's anti-radiation agent. Just last week, the entire drug production line had moved into the factory building that had just been built next to the hospital, and they will become an important branch of Yinyue City's products alone.

Aphra is very committed to his promise. The follow-up assistance promised by the "Redifier" group is being shipped to Yinyue City one after another. The complete smelting facilities give Lin Xiang the ability to produce steel by himself. Although there is no stable source of ore for the time being, recycling for resource regeneration can fully meet the consumption and development of the city itself.

The total population of the area ruled by Lin Xiang is less than 200,000, which is only equivalent to the size of a small city in the old era. The wasteland world is full of vehicle wreckage left over from the war era, and the steel bars excavated from the broken walls are the best smelting materials.

Every day, refugees appear from the wilderness. They are amazed at the prosperity of Yinyue City and envious of the residents' well-fed life. Although joining the city can only obtain the most basic living supplies that can barely maintain food and clothing, this kind of life is not constant after all. The milk, meat, eggs and other rations that high-level citizens can get, which makes them jealous and jealous. Some people also want to get things that do not belong to them through robbery and violence, but they end up being caught by the city guards on the spot and nailed to the top of wooden poles that are more than ten meters high, with mold and rotting.

Lin Xiang is no longer the old man who just woke up from his sleep. He will kill people with the cruelest means, but will not kill people without reason. If there were a hundred residents in Yinyue City, as long as they could get the support of fifty-one of them, he would mercilessly kill another forty-nine.

The standard of distinguishing between choices and choices is very simple - he only needs to be loyal to his own people.

...

A short, thin black line rushed from the west end of the wilderness along the old road.

The two obviously modified cars, equipped with lifting buckets at the front and bulletproof armor on the side, were arranged in front and rear, and together with a black sedan sandwiched in the middle, they formed a fleet.

As the wilderness approaches, the dilapidated old highway begins to separate from the middle, gradually surrounding several bends with "people" shapes. The metal crossbars remaining on the roadside and the ruins where the building profile can be faintly seen by standing on the curb. It can be judged that this should be a market town near the expressway in the old era. Time has wiped away all the breath of life, leaving only signs eroded by wind and rain and broken buildings standing silently.

The convoy was moving very fast, and the roaring engine easily broke through the dead silence accumulated in the wilderness. The huge body ran like a beast in an extremely arrogant manner. The wet mud blocks were crushed into countless black broken dots by the wide tires, splashing around, leaving only a few overlapping and entangled black marks.

More than ten meters away from the fork of the highway, the convoy slowly stopped. A middle-aged man in a black combat suit jumped out of the cab of the team's first truck, walked to the black sedan in the middle of the team with steady and solid steps, and subconsciously glanced at the "Claws" sign made of white paint on the side of the car body, lowered his head, faced the back seat of the car body close to the window, bowed slightly, and stood silently.

The man was very strong, and his height of more than two meters gave people a strong sense of pressure. The inflated muscles bulged the fabric of the thighs and upper arms, and his hair was very short and dense like a steel needle for pricking hands. His face, which had the characteristics of Slavic people, looked as hard as stones. Especially the masseter muscles that were sunken down along both sides of the cheekbones, seemed to be a brown-black sculpture made of steel.

With the slightly chaotic sound of gears crawling, the closed window slowly sank, revealing the stiff face of Klester Dyna, which was always cold and chilling like a skeleton.

"Your Excellency, ahead are the forks leading to Galgassoni Castle and Hidden Moon City. As you pre-order, please indicate our next itinerary."

The middle-aged man's voice sounded like a deafening thunder rolling through the sky, but his tone was extremely respectful.

Klester did not move anyway. He raised his wrinkled eyelids and stared at the broken signposts in the distance. It took almost three minutes before he opened his thin lips and said in a low and slightly hoarse voice: "Go to Galgasson, I want to hear what that guy Bergson thinks about this matter first."

The man was slightly stunned. As a confidant, he certainly understood that there had been an employment relationship between "Demon Claws" and Sosbia, and he was also very clear about the purpose of Klester's trip. After hesitating for a moment, he frowned and said, "I am forbidden, according to the information, although the Luton family and Yinyue City are trading partners, the relationship between the two is not as friendly as it seems on the surface. Apart from negative comments, it may even be abusive and accusation, we probably won't get anything."

"Dear Murphy, don't judge things too subjective-"

Klester obviously didn't care what the man said, and he smiled faintly: "Precise relationships cannot be evidence of actual existence. Yes, there is indeed an irreconcilable holiday between Bergson and the young boy who suddenly appeared in Yinyue City. But Bergson is not useless. He is very smart and cautious. As long as he can get enough benefits, he can even skew all members of the Luton family on iron barbecue, which may also include his wife and children. As for whom bites whom? Who is more injured? These have nothing to do with us. I just want to know the whereabouts of Brooke and Boris. This is my real purpose."

"yes!"

Murphy nodded heavily and answered briefly and vigorously. After saluting, he turned around and was about to leave.

"etc-"
Chapter completed!