The army vehicles escorted them to a road on the edge of the city. Dean and others saw several black beast-like cars parked on the side of the road. The quality of the cars could be seen from the texture of the paint. Obviously, these cars belonged to the top of the high-end.
A middle-aged gentleman in a tuxedo was waiting next to the car. He was meticulously dressed, and his hair was neatly dyed pale blonde. He had the demeanor of an upper-class aristocrat. The dark gold watch on his wrist showed his mature temperament. He waved to the army vehicle. When the vehicle stopped, he came forward and showed his identity. He was the assistant of the administrative department sent by the Hosk company to pick up Dean and others.
Dean and others were surprised by the elegant temperament of the assistant of the director. They had a deeper understanding of the Hosk company.
They got off the vehicle and were transferred to the black car. Dean learned that the army vehicles were prohibited from driving into the urban area during the peace period of the Federation. This rule made him feel a trace of a different meaning.
The car drove along the road into the city. The scenery outside the window was getting clearer and clearer. The faint fog around the road gradually thinned. It didn't take long for Dean to see someone walking on the road in front of the car. He was walking with crutches. He was dressed very sloppily like a beggar. His hair was disheveled as he moved forward along the road.
As the car approached, the man seemed to hear the roar of the car engine. He turned his head. Dean saw a dirty face. It was a teenager, but he was starving. The rags on his chest were lifted by the wind. Rows of shriveled ribs could be seen.
The teenager's numb eyes suddenly burst into light when he saw the car. He rushed toward the middle of the road and stretched out his hand to stop the car.
"Damn scavengers!" In the passenger seat, the gentlemanly middle-aged man in the tuxedo also saw the young man's figure and cursed in a low voice. His tone was full of disgust. He took out a handkerchief from his trouser pocket and covered his mouth. Then, he ordered the driver to roll down the window and stretched his hand out of the window, holding a gun!
Dean's eyes flashed coldly when he saw the gun.
Bang!
With a sudden gunshot, the teenager who tried to stop the car was shot dead. The middle-aged man's marksmanship was excellent. He hit the teenager's forehead directly. The terrifying power of the bullet blew up the teenager's head. He became a headless corpse and fell down. Blood flowed out and dyed the road red.
"Go around." The middle-aged man in the tuxedo retracted his hand, rolled up the window, and then wiped the gun with the handkerchief covering his mouth. It seemed that the gun was contaminated with germs. He wiped it very carefully and coldly ordered the driver.
The driver was very skilled. The car swayed in a slight arc and bypassed the teenager's body. But the people sitting in the car didn't feel much shaking.
Dean looked out of the window. The youth's blood was still flowing out from his neck. The wind from the car drove the fallen leaves on the ground to cover the blood, but more blood was coming out from under the fallen leaves.
Dean turned his head and glanced at the other three mecha operators in the car, but found that their expressions were as usual, as if they were used to it and didn't care about it.
He was silent for a moment. Suddenly he felt that something was missing in his heart. He didn't know what he had lost, but there was a voice in his heart murmuring, "It's the same everywhere …"
The towering steel buildings, gorgeous buildings, and clean cities he saw when he first entered the Federation made him feel that the civilization here had never been lost. He had a feeling of returning to his home three hundred years ago. But the action of the middle-aged man in the tuxedo made him feel incredible, as if he woke up from some beautiful fantasy in an instant, and his heart became extremely cold.
He didn't ask why the man shot the teenager and what was a scavenger. But he knew that the person who fell was a life.
The most horrifying thing was that as the soldiers, soldiers, and mecha operators who protected the Federation and the border, the three people next to him turned a blind eye to it and were used to it.
Who were they protecting?
The car roared like a beast and galloped on the empty road. The mountains and trees along the way were brushed by. The speed was very fast, but in Dean's dynamic vision, everything felt very slow, enough for him to distinguish every scenery on the road.
He saw skeletons on the road, wrapped in rags. Some of the skeletons had bullet wounds, while others were intact. There were also rotten corpses that had been dead for no more than two weeks. Birds with black feathers had fallen on the corpses, and their beaks were as big and sharp as those of turtledoves, gnawing on their flesh.
The car ran over the edge of these corpses, and some of the bones were about to rot, crushed by the car's wheels. Dean also saw other scavengers, like the teenager, dressed in rags and starving. Some scavengers moved forward alone, some in groups of two or three, big or small. It seemed that they were a family. When these scavengers saw the car, some of them rushed to the road to stop it, but they were shot by the middle-aged man in the tuxedo.
When some saw the car, they quickly avoided to the side, seeming to know that their weak body could not stop the steel monster that screamed like a beast.
As the car drove longer and longer, Dean saw more and more scavengers. Later, he saw groups of scavengers on the road, wandering aimlessly along the road like zombies.
When he saw these groups of scavengers, the middle-aged man in the tuxedo asked the driver to open the roof window and set up a machine gun from inside. Then he put on a gas mask and stood on the co-pilot seat, ready to shoot.
Among the group of scavengers, there seemed to be a leader. Seeing the posture of the middle-aged man in the tuxedo, he quickly scolded the scavengers who were excited to see the car. But his scolding was not powerful enough. Some scavengers obeyed, but more courageously rushed to the road, waving their hands, trying to stop the car.
Bang bang bang!
The machine gun swallowed the flame, and seven or eight scavengers were suddenly swept into pieces. The bullets of this machine gun were very powerful, and the body directly exploded after being shot.
The car slowed down and ran over the bodies.
The rest of the scavengers hid on the other side of the road, trembling with fear. Pairs of black and white eyes looked at the middle-aged man in the tuxedo in fear.
Dean looked at the scavengers outside the window, silent. He suddenly roughly guessed why Su Ming's sister had lung cancer at such a young age. In this world, no matter how beautiful it was, there would always be shadows, only because there was light.
In the roar of the machine gun, the car gradually drove into the end of the road. Dean could not remember how many scavengers he had killed on the road. Until the shadow of the steel building appeared at the end of the road, the middle-aged man in the tuxedo put away the machine gun on the roof, took off the gas helmet, sat on the co-pilot seat, and wiped the sweat on his neck and face with a new handkerchief.
"You guys, wait until we go to Hosk's company, you have to work hard and try to pass all of them." After the middle-aged man in the tuxedo breathed smoothly, he turned to Dean and others and smiled politely: "Otherwise, I don't want to go back on the way back. There are too many damn things, and my hands are tired from killing them."
"Of course, we will definitely pass."
"I also hope we can pass."
The three people around Dean laughed.
Another person saw Dean was silent, so he patted his shoulder and said: "Don't worry, we will pass."
Dean raised his head and looked at him. A smile slowly appeared on his face.
The man saw Dean's smile, so he also laughed, and then talked to the middle-aged man in the tuxedo in front of him, trying to find out the content of the interview.
No one paid attention to Dean, and no one understood his smile.
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