Chapter 250: Ai Meng

In the armed sequence of Yinyue City, the city guards are the second only to the "Vulture Mercenary Group". Using their own blood to dilute, Lin Xiang transformed each soldier who was qualified to enter the army by the management committee and was transformed into mutants with level five evolutionary capabilities. This army formed based on psychics is absolutely elite among all family armed forces. They are often given special titles such as "xx Guard", and their combat power is indeed much stronger than ordinary soldiers. But in terms of quantity, they cannot be compared with Yinyue City. The proportion of ordinary people who are mutated is very small, and being able to gather hundreds of evolved people troops is already the limit that most family institutions can bear.

Lin Xiang did not have this problem. As long as he was willing, he could even turn all the residents in Yinyue City into parasites. Of course, the premise is that these people must be loyal to themselves.

The end of the cold season did not bring hope to the wanderers in the wilderness. Before the harvest season came, refugees lived half-hungry and half-full for nearly half a year. Although the warm spring brought some edible plants in the wilderness, greater danger also came at the same time - violent bears, giant rats, spiny skin poisonous frogs, black-necked bobcats... These terrible creatures that had just woken up from hibernation and consumed all their fat reserves in their sleep were also urgently needed the flesh and bones of the refugees in their wilderness to fill their hungry stomachs.

There are more and more refugees who have obtained the qualification of Yinyue City. According to the latest statistics, the population of the entire city has exceeded 180,000. The influx of a large number of young labor has made the entire city develop at an unprecedented speed. Correspondingly, the number of formal personnel of the city guards has also expanded to 8,000. Those selected from lower-level citizens for training as supplementary troops have not received any chemical distribution, and are not equipped with weapons for the time being. The actual function is equivalent to the reserve militia of the engineering troops of the old era, and the number of registered ones has exceeded 20,000.

The six thousand city guards, plus three thousand "Vulture Mercenary Group" soldiers with level 8 evolution ability, this force is enough to crush any fortress on Sosbian territory that dares to resist.

Although he did not agree with Lin Xiang's plan, Glifiz did not raise any more objections. He knew very well that the wasteland world was completely different from the old times. There was no so-called democracy here, only power and ***. Fists and guns were much more effective than any eloquent discrimination. What's more, this young boy with dark hair and dark eyes, smooth skin like milk, and a more beautiful appearance than a woman, was already the most reasonable parasite he had ever seen.

In addition to Yang Hua and Wang Biao, there were also Wang Dasha who had been incorporated into the mercenary group. The mercenary Yarman from Liujin City, Zhou Hao from Emma City and others were all transformed by Lin Xiang's pure blood and evolved into parasits of different levels. Together with the other two hundred soldiers who were selected from the indigenous people of Yinyue Town, they also had strong strength, formed three teams, together with the marching mercenary group and the city guards, launched a full-scale attack on Sosbia from the northeast, east and southeast directions.

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The only thing that is changed by radiation is not only biological genes and evolutionary directions, but also climate and temperatures are also changing. Time has just entered April, and the sun hidden behind the thick radiant clouds and cannot emit too much light, but the ground temperature is baked to more than 35 degrees Celsius.

Ying Jia was wearing a cool dress—a white silk suspender, a pair of cotton hot pants that were short to the base of the thighs, the same color, the collarbone on the chest and the tender white neck that extended upwards, showing soft and skin, the shoulders and thighs exposed smooth and delicate skin, and the smooth long hair tied high into a ponytail behind the head. A pair of lightweight thin-soled toe slippers, the whole person exudes a youthful atmosphere.

She raised her legs and leaned on the chair in an extremely seductive position. Her waist and hips were supported by the pelvis, bent her whole body into a soothing and tense shape. The slippers hanging between her toes were gently shaken, forming a vague projection on the floor together with her smooth and slender legs.

Next to it is a circular wooden table with a diameter of about two meters. On it is a AK100 assault rifle, two thirty rounds full magazines, an m92f pistol and an m500, and two powerful H6 anti-infantry grenades.

Four standard-specific metal ammunition boxes are stacked on the side of the wooden table in the character "全". The three boxes on the bottom floor are only one and a half open, revealing neatly placed, and the surface reflects dense bullets with clear yellow metallic luster. The bullets in the upper floor have been cleared, with a 12.7mm Barret sniper rifle inserted diagonally inside, and two PF109-type 80mm rocket launchers. Following a link dragged out from the edge of the box, you can also see a rack placed on the ground, with the muzzle facing the 7.62mm gau449 six-tube rapid-fire machine gun facing the outside of the window.

As for Ying Jia herself... she was working on a PPK pistol with a focused expression, and she disassembled a certain part from the gun from time to time. She looked at it carefully for a moment, and then accurately assembled it back to its original position.

The specially modified brain has shocking acceptance and understanding. Within half an hour, Ying Jia had already understood the specific structure and usage principles of these weapons in the room. Even the metal and chemical compositions that make up the guns and bullets were clear.

Two weeks ago, she had already carried out her first live-fire shooting at the Yinyue City underground shooting range accompanied by Lin Xiang. The results were amazing - one hundred bullets, except for the first ten rounds, from off-target to ten cycles, the last ninety rounds all penetrated from the same bullet hole. On the rock wall opposite the shooting range, a broken and heavy copper chain was knocked out.

This is a world full of danger and death. Lin Xiang cannot take Ying Jia with him at any time. Although he has left her enough blood in advance as a prevention, it is not harmful to learn more necessary things.

Computers, English, and driving vehicles were once the skills that the white-collar workers had to master among humans in the old era.

Shooting, making homemade weapons, and using the simplest and most practical methods to kill opponents who may become enemies is a capability that everyone in the wasteland world must possess.

In the trash can beside the wall, there is a handful of small yellow flowers that have been half-dead. Just below it, there is a bouquet that has completely shrunk and has mostly turned black and rotten on the surface of the petals.

Yesterday and today, Ying Jia found the same bouquets on the balcony. They appeared quietly like before. It seemed as if an invisible hand passed through countless obstacles and was easily handed to him.

When getting hair from Lin Xiang and setting Ying Jia's character in the training cabin, Liu Yuchen instilled various excellent and pure qualities in the copy girl.

Gentle, kind, calm, good at thinking...

But this does not mean that Ying Jia will not be angry, will not get angry, and will not make fierce and rude actions.

She didn't like these flowers that appeared inexplicably. She didn't want Lin Xiang to have some misunderstanding of herself, and she also had subconscious fear of her environment. She felt that she was being peeped from the darkness by someone. Only those who pay attention to her and are familiar with her work and rest time would accurately place newly picked flowers on the balcony.

"Click—"

Press the magazine into the handle of PPK, hold the gun in his right hand, hold the gun in his left hand, and slightly turn his head. Ying Jia's cold eyes slowly extend along the semicircular hole in the muzzle sight, shooting straight towards the dark and dull sky.

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In the early morning, the hands on the clock had already skipped the seven o'clock position, but there was no light on the sky. The whole world was still shrouded in endless darkness.

Perhaps it is because of the radiant dust suspended in the air, or the speed of the earth's operation was affected by the explosion, and the time of day and night in the wasteland world was delayed by more than an hour than the old days. But no matter what, the day is still twenty-four hours. As for whether it is 7 o'clock or 8 o'clock in the morning, it is not worth paying more attention to this for hungry people.

A strange black shadow passed through the narrow alley in the civilian area, like a rat who was getting up early to feed, rushing along the corner of the wall towards the tall city wall that divides Yinyue City into two parts. His speed was very fast, and his route was completely avoiding the attention of the guards on the wall and the guards on the guard tower. More than ten minutes later, he had already rushed into a dead corner in the northwest of the wall, pulled open his clothes, took off the triangular steel hook claws tied to his waist, swung the thick rope dragged on the hook, aimed at the familiar position on the top of the wall more than ten meters high, and threw it heavily. The steel claws that flew out of his hand tightly and tightened the rope, and pulled it hard. The black shadow began to slowly climb towards the surface of the wall.

This is not the first time Wilshire has done such a thing. He has very light movements and is very flexible. The sentry on the city wall just changed his post ten minutes ago, and he has nearly forty minutes to use. Avoid the observation staff on the alert tower, quietly ran to the city lord's residence, threw flowers hidden in his arms and with dew onto the balcony, and then returned the same way, which was enough.

The streets are as quiet as death. Occasionally, the wind blows by, colliding on the hard stone walls, circling around the empty streets, making heart-wrenching whimpers.

Like other buildings around, there is no unnecessary decoration outside the city lord's residence. The gray-white stones blend into the environment and the ground, original and rough, with a hardness and heaviness that no old-age building materials can replace.

Standing under the balcony and tilted his head, Wilshire felt his heart beating violently, and his whole body was stimulating by the blood flowing too fast. Every muscle in his body was trembling, and even the bouquet in his hand could not be controlled.

"I...I love you..."

In his mind, he silently recalled the three words that had been repeated countless times. A slight redness that turned normal appeared on the red and white face of Wilshire Formation. He took a deep breath, took a few steps back, grabbed the bouquet in his hand and sniffed it hard, aimed at the position that had been determined on the balcony, and threw it out with agility without losing strength.

"Bang-"

The moment the bouquet came out, the steel door facing him three meters away was suddenly pulled and opened from the inside by a huge force. Ying Jia, with a cold face, was walking out of the room step by step.

She was wearing the same suspenders and hot pants as yesterday, and a stone-milled blue denim jacket on her shoulders. Her face was as beautiful as usual, but her slightly frown brows could barely suppress her heart and could be furious at any time. What was particularly terrifying was that she raised her arms flat and held an exquisite and small PPK pistol in her palm. The black muzzle was pointing at Wilshire's eyebrows.

"So, the guy who makes trouble with me every day is you-"

Ying Jia's voice was dull, as if it was synthesized by machinery, without the gentleness and tenderness he usually had with Lin Xiang.

Wilhel completely lost his composure.

He stood there in amazement, his stiff body maintaining the semi-extended position that had just been thrown out of the bouquet. He was about to withdraw it, but he did not return to his original position. His right hand, which was raised high above his head, seemed to be tightly fixed. Although the numb and swollen muscles and nerves repeatedly urged him to retract his arms for ease, Wilshire did not dare to move at all, and could only stand there blankly, looking at Ying Jia in front of him with his mouth open and tongue.

He once imagined countless scenes of meeting with his beloved girl—the encounters full of peachy atmosphere on the road, the collision of heroes saving the United States, and the dispute over a small matter, and finally completely resolve the misunderstandings and make friends with each other’s understanding contacts... All of these are classic meeting scenes in love books in the old era, but there is no embarrassing scene where he just completed the action of delivering flowers, but the other party pointed a gun at his head.

"What exactly do you want to do? Why do you throw flowers up every day? Why don't you dare to show your true face? Do you want to disrupt my life? Or do you want to express other ideas on purpose?"

Ying Jia's white and tender face showed a hint of powder. Anger made her breathing rapid, and her chest was undulating violently. Her extremely plump breasts kept repeating between expansion and compression. A deep groove was squeezed in the center of the white silk suspender shirt, and quickly subsided into a slightly smooth but obviously sunken arc.

"I...I...No, things are not what you think, I...I...I like you-"

Wilshire's voice became a little hoarse. His heart seemed to be torn apart, and he could not accept his intentions being understood so maliciously. He gasped and told him rationally that the best solution to this situation in front of him was to admit his mistake and apologize, and then turn around and run away immediately. He was fully confident that the girl would not shoot, and the intimidation component was obviously greater than the actual threat. However, the instinctive reaction of thinking made him feel that his dignity was easily stepped on by the other party. He had to tell the girl his original intention and that he had understood that he had been tortured for a long time and was almost going crazy.

"You... like me?"

Ying Jia's face suddenly changed, and her pupils suddenly tightened. She subconsciously took a step back half a step, tightened the gun in her hand, and just grabbed the finger of the gun, shaking slightly.

She had considered this possible situation. But when Wilshire said those three words, she still felt instinctive fear and nervousness.

“This is impossible—”

Ying Jia refused without thinking. She had never imagined that she could accept any man except Lin Xiang.

"No, you can't be so cruel-"

Wilshire was obviously excited. He barely suppressed his emotions, turned around, stared at Ying Jia with a longing and begging gaze, and greedily scanned every detail of her body. This was the first time he faced his beloved girl with such a close distance. He wanted to open his mouth to swallow her and become a part of his body.

"cruel?"

Ying Jia was surprised that the other party actually used this word. She frowned, slowly adjusted her breathing, tried to control her anger, and said in a cold and stiff voice: "Okay, I don't want to continue pursuing this matter. Don't disturb my life anymore. Leave here immediately before the guards discovered it, leave now, and leave again, I never want to see you-"

"No, it's not fair-"

Wilshire never dreamed that Ying Jia would say this. He felt all the blood in his body suddenly rushing to the top of his head, squeezing his entire face into purple and red. He jumped up and roared in a low voice: "Please! Please! You should give me a chance - I really love you. Do you know? I watch you every day, and I remember every move you move in my heart. I know you like white, and I also know the clothes you like the most. You often stay on the balcony and look up at the sky. You love fantasy and love all the beautiful things. In this world, no one, nor anyone knows you better than me-"

These words are not exaggerated. Day after day observation has caused Wilshire to have an extremely subtle sensory mentality. Through speculation and some minor details, he was able to express Ying Jia's preferences.

Ying Jia was trembling all over. She suppressed fear and met Wilshire's burning gaze like flames. But for some reason, she felt like a cold wind rising from hell completely blew through her body.

It was so terrible that she never imagined that someone would see through her. The slightest sense of clarity that was not understood by others or had a clear mind between each other, but instead she had a kind of slutty dress torn apart by violence, naked in the most exaggerated posture toward strangers. Ying Jia never dreamed that there would be a second man in this world except Lin Xiang who could share his secrets. But now, right in front of her, this thin man with a vulgar appearance and a odor and sweat all over her body actually said shamelessly that he knew all this.
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