In the basement, Tiger constantly gulped, repeatedly rubbed the grip of the assault rifle, and stared nervously at the garage door.
Just now, he used the little power left in the spare nuclear fusion battery to activate the emergency evacuation procedure of the garage.
The lead-containing alloy door fell and sealed the entrance to the garage.
It was one of the civil defense projects. He could only pray that the devil couldn't open the garage door, retreat, and let him go like a fart.
At that time, he could still rely on …
Looking at the shivering lackey squatting on the side, Tiger was in despair.
It was impossible for him to make a comeback.
He was already thankful that he could live …
Just then, a little light leaked out of the alloy door.
This was the first time that Brother Tiger felt so desperate in the face of a meter of sunlight that leaked through the darkness.
Suddenly, there was a "whoosh".
Before Tiger realized what was going on, he was hit in the back of the head with a stick and fell forward.
This strike from the rod made him see stars and dizzy.
When he came back to his senses, the rifle in his hand was gone, and his lackey, who always fawned over him, was now pointing the rifle at his head with a fierce look on his face.
It was funny that this was the first time he saw such a brave expression on this guy's face.
Is this still the same submissive lackey?
"Yo, Liuzi, you're brave for once?" Brother Tiger grinned and smiled sadly.
"Shut up!" The man named Six was crazy and used the muzzle to poke his former big brother's face. "It's all your fault, you stupid b * stard! Who told you to mess with someone you shouldn't mess with! Now, our Fierce Tiger Gang is f * cking finished! "
"Us?" Brother Tiger chuckled and looked at Liu Zi, who was riding on him. His eyes flashed with disdain. "The Fierce Tiger Gang has always been mine alone. Since when did it become ours? Liuzi, have I been too nice to you? "
His face was full of madness as Six continued to poke his former big brother's face with the muzzle.
"F * ck, f * ck your mother. You're about to die and you're still so stubborn."
"Hehe, you can't even say your last words. Sure enough, you haven't made any progress even in death." Brother Tiger smiled and shook his head.
At first, he was still a little afraid, but when Liu Zi's stick hit his head, he suddenly understood.
"Dead?" A touch of panic and fear appeared on Liu Zi's face, but it was quickly replaced by fierceness. "I won't die, the one who will die is you! You are the one who offended NAC! As long as I hand you over … I, I won't die! "
"Hehe." Brother Tiger glanced at his lackey as if he was looking at an idiot, then he smiled and shook his head. "Fine, I've lived a carefree life, I don't mind going to hell!"
Suddenly, he ignored the gun pointed at his mouth and grabbed Liu Zi's neck with both hands.
Liu Zi turned pale with fright. Afraid that Brother Hu would take the gun away, his hand trembled and he pulled the trigger.
Bang!
Red and white spilled all over the ground.
Brother Hu's hand dropped, and he fell to the side, ending his filthy and sinful life.
Almost at the same time, the alloy door was cut open. The man standing at the door put away the laser sword and looked over.
Liu Zi couldn't see the expression on his face, but he could guess that the look must be no different from looking at an ant.
"Big, big brother." Liu Zi looked at his headless brother in horror, then looked at the people who appeared at the door, and hurriedly dropped the rifle in his hand. His face alternated between panic and pleading, and he stuttered incoherently, "Don't, don't shoot, the person who offended you is dead! It's me, yes! That's right, I killed him! I avenged you … "
Bang!
The second gunshot sounded.
A stream of blood spurted out from his chest, and the man named Liu Zi fell to the ground with a muffled groan.
"You talk too much."
The smoke dissipated, and he put away the pistol.
He looked at Brother Tiger whose head was blown off, frowned slightly, and didn't say anything. He walked to the back of the garage.
When he heard Zhao Qiuran say that there were a lot of spiritual imprints in the garage, he actually already vaguely guessed what he would see inside.
Bang!
He kicked open the half-closed iron door, and a pungent stench assaulted his nostrils.
Women in ragged clothes sat at the long table, processing waste chips. When they saw Jiang Chen appear at the door, they just raised their lifeless eyes and looked at him numbly. Then they lowered their heads and continued to mechanically operate the welding torch in their hands with the help of the incandescent light.
Some people squatted in iron cages, fixed to the equipment, and stared at the floor or ceiling in a daze. The few who still had some spirit in their eyes, or those who hadn't been tired of being played with by these predators, were mostly locked in shackles to prevent them from committing suicide or escaping.
The dead bodies were thrown in the corner and sprayed with formalin. Their empty eyes were gloomy and filled with fear. It was as if they existed to warn the lazy and the runaways.
Looking at the scene in front of him, Jiang Chen's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.
He had been in the apocalypse for so long, and it was not the first time he saw this situation.
"What are you going to do with these women?" Zhao Qiuran walked in behind Jiang Chen, fanned her nose with her hand and asked with a frown.
"What do you think is the best way to deal with them?" Jiang Chen asked.
Zhao Qiuran was slightly taken aback, and her expression was a little awkward.
She was a lone traveler, and she had always been alone. She wouldn't save strangers who had nothing to do with her. What could she do?
These people had lost hope in life.
Even if they were alive, they were just walking corpses in this world.
Perhaps death was a relief for them? But in the face of these poor people, how many people could do it without any psychological burden?
Just as Zhao Qiuran was deep in thought, Jiang Chen gestured to Lu Fan and then pointed to the women in the basement.
"Have Li Wang send two transport helicopters over. The next transport airship will transport these people back to Wanghai."
"Yes!" Lu Fan saluted.
A long time ago, shortly after the end of the X2 bacteria incident, NAC's Fishbone base set up a trauma sanatorium specifically to accept those who were damaged by the predators, and most of them were women.
Although there were many beautiful women around him, he knew very well that the ratio of men and women on the wasteland was seriously out of balance. It wasn't a good thing to have too many bachelors at any time.
Fortunately, most survivors didn't have the mental cleanliness of civilized people. As long as they weren't sick or crazy, most survivors didn't mind the past of these women. They didn't have the slightest objection to marrying the recovered women in the sanatorium.
Chu Nan, the executive of the Sixth Street, was a living example.
"You're too kind." Zhao Qiuran looked at these people enviously.
"Are you envious?"
When she thought of what happened to these women, Zhao Qiuran shuddered and shook her head vigorously. "How is that possible?"
Jiang Chen glanced at her and didn't speak. He continued to look at Lu Fan and said.
"That's it. Before AS Order's helicopter arrives, let's search here and see if there is anything worth taking away —"
Boom —
Without the slightest warning, the earth trembled violently and shook off the dust on the ceiling of the garage.
"Fu * k, who fired another shot."
Jiang Chen used the wall to steady himself, cursed, and patted the dust off his head.
Boom —
As soon as he finished speaking, there was another loud noise.
This time the earth trembled even more violently, and the expressions of everyone in the basement all changed.
"Earthquake?" Zhao Qiuran glanced at the ceiling and said nervously, "I suggest we get out quickly."
"It doesn't look like an earthquake." Lu Fan's expression changed, and he immediately laid down and put his face on the ground. "It's an explosion. It came from underground."
"From underground?"
Jiang Chen was slightly taken aback, and his expression gradually turned serious.
For some reason, from the explosion that sounded deep underground, he faintly felt something was wrong.
What are those Russians doing?
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