Sudden gunfire sounded on the city wall.

The insects that rushed out of the woods were killed one by one.

The bounce point is extremely accurate, and without exception, it is the head. These terrifying mutant creatures have no power to fight back in front of the large-caliber sniper warheads. They are terrifying in death, and even the parts above their shoulders are completely blown away.

Fei Sha sat on the ground, his eyes protruded, and he stared in horror at the dying insect man who was twisting and struggling a few meters behind him.

"Bang----"

Old Song aimed very accurately. He now has great experience in the operation of heavy sniper rifles. The bullets, with a strange and sharp roar, hit the head of the insect man who had just swallowed Ouyang Junlin's upper body. They had evolved into a flat triangle, with two long tentacles, and the head of the insect man with two long tentacles exploded. The body that had lost control ran back and forth on the ground, spraying out large pieces of fishy liquid.

Finally, it turned around and fell down, jumped and bounced a few times before twisting its body and gradually losing movement.

The bursting warhead blew up the esophagus and throat of the insect. The intense nerve twitching and muscle contraction made everything that had just swallowed into the stomach sac, spitting out like a pool of sour and smelly garbage.

A ball of meat wrapped in a large amount of mucus rolled in front of Feishou.

That was Ouyang Junlin's head.

To be precise, it should be the head and neck, as well as the left shoulder to about a quarter of the ribs.

His head was completely flattened, and his forehead and the back were dense tooth marks and holes. It was like being hit by two maces at the same time, so that the smooth skin surface completely turned into a terrible "lovers".

Some physiological functions of insects are obviously stronger than humans. In just a few minutes, Ouyang Junlin's head had signs of mild corrosion. The mucus contained a lot of stomach acid, and the edges of the meat were slowly melting. If it weren't for a black mole on the wing of the skull, it would be impossible to recognize that Feisha was Ouyang Junlin.

Fei Sha looked like a wooden look and knelt forward for a few steps, hugged his head, which was emitting a strong and fishy smell, and slowly brushed away the light gray thick paste with his trembling hands.

When the palms touch the stomach acid of the insect, it feels like burning and spicy pain.

Feisha seemed to be unaware of it, still crying, constantly wiping away the dirty liquid with his hands and clothes, revealing Ouyang Junlin's face that had been corroded to the potholes.

His expression was painful, his muscles were tight. He didn't look like he usually liked to smile.

He must have hurt.

The insects have been killed.

A group of people came out of the castle.

Old Song walked in the front. Liao Qiu and Han Ying each led a team of people through the open space according to the route they had already been familiar with, capturing all the injured mercenaries and tied them tightly with ropes.

Feikhao felt that these people were hostile.

Although they are all humans, they are not their friends. Especially the old man walking in front, he is stronger and stronger than anyone else, and his eyes are freed to show his vigilant eyes at any time.

friend……

"Hohohohohohohohoho-----"

Fei Sha smiled like a madman. He held Ouyang Junlin's head and staggered to the torn corpse like a drunkard. He reached out to grab it, trying to put the incomplete friends into pieces.

However, no matter how hard he tried, the body was always missing.

Finally, Feisha finally gave up his unrealistic ideas. He bent his knees and knelt heavily, buried his face deep in the soil and blood, and cried bitterly regardless of everything.

A team member walked forward with a rope, trying to tie Feishou up.

Old Song reached out and stopped him.

"Let him cry... just cry. Just cry, it's fine."

Lao Song's eyes contained many complex things. He murmured with emotion, as if explaining his actions.

"A person who is willing to give up his life for his friend will not be a bad person."

Now, it is spring.

The world-wide crisis is known, and no one believes that it is just regional chaos or retaliatory activities deliberately created by terrorist organizations.

Survivors began to fight, defending their right to survive in the way they were most familiar with.

Some fled to the wild, while others wandered around the city.

Many exiled teams quietly experienced ideological changes. When bread and salt occupy the absolute space of daily life, both the owner and the suitor are constantly changing the original social class.

Some people are killed and then eaten by their fellows as food. Many people who eat people are not short of food, just want to show their power in this extremely cruel way and become rulers of more people.

The rich and poor in the civilized era were completely transformed.

When the money in the pockets of the rich no longer have purchasing power, his noble status plummeted. The poor who worked hard all day in the factory suddenly realized that the boss who paid him or her wages had to be busy with rice and bread. He obviously had an advantage over them in this regard - they did not know how to farm, did not understand the impact of seasons and climate on crops, and they could not even wash and cook. The authoritative experts who talked about, beautiful stars with heavy makeup, and officials who were in charge of being in charge of being in power would be hungry, and a piece of rotten cold steamed bun could turn them into dogs.

The instantly changed social status satisfy many people. They even forgot the threat of mutated creatures and were intoxicated by the pleasure of controlling others.

The power of the wealthy consortium further expanded - they started preparing before the outbreak of the virus and had a large amount of supplies and cronies. In addition to the army and the Academy of Sciences, they have become the most powerful group of forces in the world.

Many survivors united to form a free team to fight against large consortiums that wanted to capture the wanderers and make them slaves.

Strengthening people began to appear among the fugitives who were hiding from all over the world.

Although there are very few, they do exist.

Under extreme fear and despair, humans often produce many extremely mysterious supernatural phenomena that cannot be explained by science. Strengthening people to become the leaders of various exile teams and quickly rise to a new power class.

The military remained neutral. They injected immune agents into all civilians and selected strong people from among civilians to join the army. However, they never asked questions and never interfered in disputes between the wealthy consortium and civilians.

In order to get rid of the fate of being enslaved, some teams of exiles reached a consensus with each other and began to merge.

They use simple weapons and rely on familiar terrain to fight against consortiums that are crazy about profits and profits.

As more and more natural reinforcement people appear, some powerful exile teams can pose a threat to the wealthy consortium. For the sake of power balance and benefits, the consortium and large teams reach an understanding to share the material interests of a certain region and jointly fight against increasingly powerful mutant creatures.

In order to distinguish it from ordinary flowing teams, large teams began to regard themselves as mercenaries...

All of this is the history of Su Hao's original time and space recorded by computers.

Now, all this is going on a fixed track without any deviation.

More than half of the humans were either killed or became mutated creatures.

Survivors are busy every day for food and survival.

In fact, humans in peacetime are also busy with these things.

They just changed the environment - no officials to bully, no classes, no gutter oil, no evil spirits, no evil police officers in the hospital despicable corpse fishermen melamine milk powder spoiled vaccine.

However, it is necessary to face zombies, blood zombies, humans, insects, and various types of mutated creatures.

On earth and in this world, there has never been real security or absolute happiness.

Everything is relative.

Just like when you are beaten by a thug, you will accidentally think of the old ladies who dance square dance downstairs with a tweeter on every day.

Although they are very annoyed, they start dancing that kind of "fitness disco" before dawn every morning.

But compared to being beaten to the head full of blood and being injured and being admitted to the hospital, it is undoubtedly a kind of happiness.

Many people are still alive.

They constantly hone their skills in the face of danger and death. From the beginning, they desperately avoid zombies, they began to learn to deal with these dirty and damn mutant creatures. They even turned to old and skilled mutant creature hunters.

We are humans.

We have courage and wisdom that no creature can match.

We won't sit still and wait for death, we will never.

When Su Hao walked into the "Castle" interrogation room, Fei Sha was sitting at the dining table for lunch.

The millet porridge was a bit thick. The light yellow porridge was dripped with some fried garlic sesame oil, which looked very attractive. The mixed cake made of corn flour and wheat noodles was a bit ok, just with crispy pickled radish strips, which tasted quite easy.

Lao Song did not abuse the prisoners———————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

They are just ordinary people and have no weapons.

The "castle" is full of mutant creatures. Instead of escaping and being killed or dying for no reason, it is better to stay honestly.

Su Hao sat opposite the dining table and watched Feisha patiently finish eating the cake and porridge. The latter did not deliberately delay the time. A few minutes later, the two began to talk.

"Who are you?"

"Why are you here?"

"How many people do you have? How did you come here?"

The conversation method of Q&A was a bit rigid. Feishen sat upright, without any concealment or desire to deceive the other party—————He did not think that Su Hao was his enemy. The "Gao Consortium" just paid for the mercenaries to assist in the investigation, and both sides were not enemies who would never die. Moreover, if the old man named Song had not fired the gun at that time, he would have long become a digestive substance in the insect's belly.

Gao's Consortium, Shengfei Group, Lin Feihu... A character and name continue to appear from Feisha's mouth. Countless interconnected information form a gradually clear picture in Su Hao's mind.

"Gao Consortium..."

Su Hao lit a cigarette and sucked it silently. A cold light flashed in his pupils, but it was covered by the lingering smoke.

In the archives of the wealthy consortiums in the future world, the "Gao Family" is a powerful first-level consortium.

After annihilated Lin Yu's team, Su Hao received a large amount of supplies.

However, the current team strength still cannot control the entire city. Su Hao can only use the original method to set up a warning point near the main passageways entering and leaving the city. Carefully observe the non-survivor team with a size of more than twenty people.

It is actually very simple to identify them—costumes, badges, weapons, tacit collaboration methods...all of these are traits that the survivor team cannot possess during this period.

As for the "castle" vigilance work, it is simpler than the city team.

The insect man is a branch of humanoid.
To be continued...