(Many book friends are asking why Lin Xiang didn't directly indicate his identity to the Red Republican fugitives to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings? In fact, when someone is facing a crisis and suddenly appears in front of him with a person whose appearance is exactly the same as his enemy, the subconscious judgment will not believe the other party's words at all. Lao Hei just shows the side that conforms to the normal thinking of human beings. In fact, this principle is very simple. The criminal will never trust the police. Many scenes in film and television works are also fictional. When a murderer faces the prosecutor, the other party suddenly tells you——I am your own father who has been separated for many years. I will save you at any cost, provided that you have to tell me all the facts...will you believe it at that time?)

It was a thin middle-aged woman. Her hair, which had not been washed for a long time, was condensed into strips of dirt and was scattered from her shoulders. She was barefoot, widened her eyes without fear of the headlights that were piercing towards her opposite side. She waved her arms desperately like crazy, screaming at the top of her lungs: "Please take me away, take me out of here-----"

He stepped on the brakes hard, and the engine that had just received the power supply roared angrily, bursting out a rough roar that was about to begin to rage but was suppressed in an instant. He could only rotate back and forth in his throat with an abnormal sound, causing the vehicle body to tremble rhythmically.

A trace of surprise and anger flashed across Lin Xiang's face————He didn't understand what this woman wanted to do?

The other party's outfit is similar to the /ji/women I met in the commercial area before, with only fragments and strips of clothes left, which cannot cover the hidden locations of the body, private parts, breasts, etc.

He instinctively looked up at the rear mirror hanging on the roof of the car, and found that Li Zixiang, who was leaning on the back seat of the car, was silently looking at the face reflected from the lens with a complex look that could not be said whether it was sarcastic or contemptuous.

"Do you think these people are here to hold a farewell ceremony?"

Li Zixiang sighed tiredly, "The surface of Sukaka Balachia belongs to a moderate radiation area. Relying on the liquid extracted from the mutant insects, it can only barely resist a certain degree of radiation damage. Radiation is fatal after all, and the cockroaches and ants in the sewer pipes eat less and less. According to the elderly residents, the amount of insects caught now is less than one-third of the ones that ten years ago. The time to enter the ground to cultivate crops is very limited, and the harvest cannot meet daily needs. Half a year ago, Sukaka Balachia has begun to limit the population. Babies born without permission will be used as food to enter the market. Despite this, there is still less and less food. Everyone is trying to leave here. But there is no map, not enough water and food, and wandering in the wilderness, it is still dead."

"So, they all want to take a ride?"

Lin Xiang turned around and looked around the people around him. His cold voice could not hear anything that could represent his inner thoughts.

"I know this woman. Just last month, she gave birth to a son and was split into several pieces by city supervisors on the spot. She only had one arm. The child was wearing a fresh pink suit."

Li Zixiang lowered his head and gently stroked the pinhole on his left arm that had just been injected with anti-radiation agent. His speech was also plain, without begging or accusing him, but just talking about an ordinary, ordinary thing.

"I don't like the name Sukaka Balachia. But I'll come back----"

Lin Xiang looked at the woman standing in front of the car coldly and stepped on the empty accelerator with his toes. The engine immediately burst out with a terrifying roar, tearing the tranquility generated by forcibly suppressed in the tunnel, and hitting the tense nerves of every onlooker like a huge rock.

"I need to build a forward base west. The location here is very hidden and can accommodate enough people. As long as these residents stay honestly, at most half a month, they can get new identities and enough food. But now I will not take anyone except you."

Lin Xiang was talking to herself, as if to express her attitude, and as if to communicate with the soul without actual body in the void: "I know this woman's experience is miserable, but I can't let her get on the car. The car is empty and can accommodate her, so what should the others do? They will be stimulated by successful people and rushed up desperately and drowned everything in an instant. In order to save one, they were forced to kill hundreds and thousands of people. I knew she was innocent, but she never discussed it with me, but forced me to accept it in the toughest and no way out. Apart from rejection, I have no third choice. She may have never considered the possible consequences of doing so. So she must die———”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Xiang had already stepped on the clutch heavily and quickly released it. The body of the car that had obtained the power suddenly trembled. Then, under the violent force released by the accelerator, he rushed towards the tilted passage that had been opened and connected to the ground with the violent force released by the accelerator.

"Bang————”

The front of the car was like a bullet that broke out from the chamber, hitting the woman's weak body.

She didn't even have a chance to scream, and was knocked out by powerful mechanical forces, spinning through ninety degrees in the air, flying backwards more than ten meters away. This distance was instantly filled by the rapidly rotating tires, and the chassis dozens of centimeters higher than the ground completely swallowed the woman. She might not have died yet, or was seriously injured. But this is no longer important——People who were riding in the car, including the onlookers standing nearby, could clearly hear the explosion sound from the rubber tires swelling up the chest of their bodies, the crisp sound of bones shattering, and the moan that had just been made from the woman's mouth, but was immediately stuck in the invisible giant hand, and the moan that stopped suddenly.

The rugged road covered with gravel bricks was shaking violently. Feeling the dynamic from the shock absorber spring, Lin Xiang felt that the woman's pair of horror seemed to float on the windshield, releasing despair and anger, even with a little tears, covered with red bloodshot eyes.

In this world, everyone has their own tragic story.

What changes are there in the end and end of time?

What will the future look like?

I have given up on the past, but there are still some who cheat under my guise.

They used my blood.

My meat.

My genes.

No wonder every Red Republican defector wiped out the red flag tattoo on his arms. They wanted to completely forget that tragic history, stay away from that scary place, and start living in a new identity. Even wandering in the wilderness or mutating into a mob is much better than losing freedom to become a human-shaped pig and sheep.

Sukaka Balachia is just the first outpost leading to the west.

This world is slowly turning according to my plan.

Going westward, establishing a stable supply line can extend to Xinjiang.

It takes time.

But it has begun.

The setting sun hangs west of the sky, reflecting the wet red soil on the ground that is already soaked in blood. Oxygen, mixed with the strong bloody odor, crazily impacting people's fragile olfactory nerves, depriving nerves that can no longer distinguish any smell except themselves, making them numb and confused, only knowing that except blood, it is still blood.

Countless flying insects that cannot be named dance wildly in the air. They gathered in circles and surrounded them, scrambling like a large number of drug addicts injected with "Jet" to death. In the dim twilight, they formed heart-wrenching black spots, hovered in the air, and wandered on the surface of the mountain-stacked corpse. Chewed, swallowed, and sucked hard with thick flesh and blood that did not belong to them to fill their empty and shrinking hungry intestines.

Wang Biao, like a legendary burly giant, spreading his thick legs and standing high at the top of the pile of corpses. He could not feel the temperature of sunlight on his copper-black skin, and a layer of greasy reflection from liquid was emitted. Only by looking closer can he find that it was actually a splash on the surface of his body, gradually drying up and solidifying human blood.

In front of him, a corpse lying on his side, from his left shoulder and neck to his right waist and abdomen, was penetrated by a shocking huge crack, split into two unconnected parts. The face of the deceased was twisted by fear, and his facial features completely departed from his original position. Until he died, he could not believe that everything that happened to him was actually true.

A steel tomahawk, which is more than two meters long and has a diameter of 90 cm in diameter, was firmly held by Wang Biao in his right hand. Fresh blood slowly flowed down the beautiful grooves on the surface of the steel axe.

This is the city of San Loca. It is also the last city under the rule of the Aresandro family, affiliated to the old Ferdinand and located at the southern end of the territory.

According to the secret agreement signed with Frank, while confirming the acquisition of all the resources and wealth of the Alay Sandro family, Long Tengling must remove all the remnants of the family who disobeyed the order. In other words, it is to help Frank kill all the family members who dared to go against their will.

Like the Lutons, Frank also gained independent control of the new Alessandro Castle. The sole heir of the Alessandro family did not seem to think it was an insult. On the contrary, he was very grateful for being able to get rid of the dissected fate from his father. Perhaps, when the deep fear in his heart was slowly diluted with time, and the pursuit of power and desires for it will slowly occupy his body and mind, he would also regret the choice he made now. But for now, Frank obviously considers himself a happy and lucky guy.

The final armed forces of the Alaysandro family, a total of more than 4,000 armed personnel, including two four-star parasites who had just been hired at a high price, 163 reinforced or evolved soldiers, and two trucks made of parts of old-time vehicles and equipped with machine guns and bulletproof armor. Under the fierce attack of the 2,800 members of the "Extreme Warriors" Legion led by Wang Biao, all of them were killed in battle in less than half an hour.

San Loca City needs to be operated. This city with a population of only tens of thousands will serve as a frontier base for Longtengling to open up southern territory.

Killing can indeed boil blood, expand muscles, and cause the brain to lose its calmness and turn violent.

This is the foundation of evolution and the necessary condition for breaking through the limit.

Wang Biao, whose face was covered with blood, looked as hideous as a man-cannibal ghost. Only he knew best—the strong and leaping heart in his chest had long cooled down, so he decided to calm down.

Looking at the soldier standing in the dark red mud and looking at the broken corpse being trampled under his feet, he suddenly felt a strong desire to burst out.

He suddenly raised the battle axe high, and increased the volume madly in the roar of thunder, and a deafening roar burst out from the depths of his throat.

"Long live the Lord—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

San Loca is just a medium-sized city. With the support of family resources and the painstaking management of private territory by the last city lord, this settlement, which could only barely guarantee self-sufficiency and could produce no extra resources, is like a magnet, firmly attracting hungry wanderers in the wilderness.

The big red carpet passed through the center of the city lord Jinjian Hall and the corridor more than 200 meters long, and was paved to the bottom of the steps made of thick white stones.

“It’s so extravagant”

The cold and hard throne of all copper made Lin Xiang feel comfortable at all. This kind of thing that represents majesty and momentum should be regarded as the most thorough reflection of the extravagance and desire of the Ale Sandro family. At this moment, he did not feel the sense of power to control everything, but instead felt an indescribable irritability and depression. While sighing, he also desperately cursed the designer of the San Loca City Lord's residence in his heart. Why did the corridor leading to the Jinjian Hall be so long? It was simply a waste of materials and time.

Leaving Sukaka Balachia, the convoy received emergency communication from the "Extreme Warriors" legion on the way back. He had no choice but to turn the direction and drive south.

Wang Biao reported that the day after capturing San Loca City, patrolmen found an army of about 2,000 people six kilometers away from the city. After contact, the other party claimed that they were from another territory adjacent to San Loca in the south.

Name, Black Prison Empire.

Staying in San Loca is to contact the envoys sent by this mysterious force.

Peace or war is often determined only by the Supreme United Front Worker.

At the end of the corridor, footsteps were faintly heard.

Lin Xiang's anxiety has escalated into anger that may burst at any time.

He had been waiting on the throne for nearly ten minutes.

The guards under him would never dare to delay the order. The only possibility is that those who came from afar from the south were deliberately delaying time.

This is a contempt for oneself/naked/naked.

Radiation splits the earth's surface into isolated independent areas. Under the control of family institutions, no one knows whether the unmarked parts on the map belong to a homeless land? Or an independent kingdom with powerful power?

Lin Xiang must obtain the south - the Yangtze River system has a rich irrigation area, and the flowing water veins formed by the tributaries at the source have already washed away the harm caused by terrible radiation to the lowest level. Of course, this is just a guess that is still on paper, and the actual situation must be confirmed after exploration. If the forces from the south dare to hinder him, he would not mind massacre some humans in the wasteland world on a large scale.

Two tall and burly men walked into the hall side by side and stood on the marble floor more than five meters away from the throne.

The moment when his eyes and the target were in contact, Lin Xiang felt his muscles tense, his pupils suddenly shrank, and a bright flush suddenly surged on his skin on his face, and then slowly flattened, quickly returning to his original color.

Both messengers are white.

It was the first time we met, but Lin Xiang was very familiar with the middle-aged man standing on the left.

His shoulders were very wide, and his arms and thighs were bulging and bulging, bulging and hard muscles. He extended from both sides of his sideburns and connected into a whole, densely filled every corner of his cheeks. The collar of his clothes was open casually, revealing his developed chest muscles, and the dark and dense breasts that were like those who had not evolved completely.

Of course, the gray hair that was shaved into a slab and was still standing straight like in my memory, like a steel needle.

He was forced to flee and had both infiltration and lurking missions. Lin Xiang had buried the old Sosbian mercenary captain, Locke, who had been buried a few years ago but had never sent any news.

But this was not the most surprising and shocking thing for him. Both messengers, including Locke, were wearing the standard military uniforms of the Skeleton Knights.

This kind of thing is absolutely impossible to forge. The Knights have extremely strict requirements on the manufacturing of combat suits. From fabric to internal filling materials, they must pass a series of careful and careful reviews. The finished product has a considerable strength of tear and impact resistance. Even under the influence of damaged splitting by powerful external forces, it can still be kept intact.

Hardened ceramic armor plates are installed on the chest and abdomen, and the precise textile technology is incomparable to ordinary family institutions. Especially the hideous black skull emblem on the chest is impossible for ordinary people to obtain except for officers officially recognized by the Knights.

After a few years of sight, Locke's strength has expanded to the standard equivalent to the six-star parasite.

As for the other person next to him, he has the seven-star level.

A guy with such a strong strength is just a messenger?

Lin Xiang's lips bent and softened into a very beautiful arc. After two seconds, they slowly retracted to their original position. The cold, hard, and tight light from the window turned his whole person together with the tall throne into a sloping black shadow on the ground. Only one-third of the faces were exposed to the sun, and the parts hidden in the darkness formed a frightening cold statue.

"Get, get, get"

The slender fingers gently tapped the copper handrail on the throne, causing a dull reverberation in the empty hall.

"The Black Prison Empire sounds like a sloppy name."

Lin Xiang's eyes were cold: "I don't like wasting time. Just talk about your purpose" v!~!
Chapter completed!