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In the desert north of the starship, a figure was running fast. Blood dripped down his trousers and onto the hot sand. His life was being consumed every second.
His clothes were basically tattered, and the left lower abdomen was covered in blood. It should have been pierced by some kind of metal, but the most fatal wound was not here, but on the back of his head. It seemed that he had suffered a heavy blow in the case of a sneak attack, so his vision gradually blurred, and his mind was not so clear.
There was another person on his back. His body was riddled with bullet belts and he carried a heavy weapon on his back. This person's injuries were even more severe. His entire left leg had been blown off. His white bones rubbed against his torn clothes, causing him so much pain that he wanted to die.
Even with such a person on his back, the silhouette's speed was still extremely fast. He ran like a black line in the scorching hot desert. Behind him, black dots in the sky chased after him from afar.
"Boss, put me down, I will fight them!" The man on his back cried out emotionally in pain.
"Shut the f * ck up, I don't have the strength to talk nonsense with you!" The running man was Andrew. As soon as he entered the range of the starship, he was suddenly ambushed. He didn't know why, but the entire first team was killed or injured. Only he and the advisor on his back relied on his personal strength to escape.
"This is a conspiracy, boss, this must be a huge conspiracy, we have to think of a way quickly!" The man on his back was very excited, and his eyes were red.
"F * ck!" Andrew couldn't stand it anymore. "Can't you say anything else other than this? Can't you just shut your mouth? Do I need you to say that? Chris and Ba Yi should go to hell, it must be them, who else could it be? "
His words were a little incoherent. Obviously, he was seriously injured, and his consciousness was even more unclear. Although it was clearly Ruan and Li's people who ambushed them first, he still thought that it was Chris and Ba Yi who did it.
"Boss, they're all traitors. They don't have the right to lead humans. They made peace with the Mutated Race. They're all bastards! Whores!" The dog head advisor on his back roared, unable to suppress his anger.
Andrew was very annoyed and very angry. Just as he was about to scold him again, he felt that his "brother" suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood on the back of his injured head, and a fishy smell suddenly came out.
"York, York?" Andrew shouted twice, but he didn't dare to look back. If he paused for a moment, the enemy in the sky behind him would arrive.
After a few seconds, the person behind him finally spoke. However, there was no longer the excitement and anger from before. Instead, there was a hint of worry and sorrow in the voice. It was as if he was talking to himself.
"Boss, what are you going to do in the future? My boss, they have already bought everyone's hearts. What are you going to do in the future? … "
Andrew clenched his teeth tightly and said word by word, "no matter what they do, I will never compromise with the Mutated Race. Blood can only be paid with blood. In this way, there will always be people who are willing to follow me."
The black spots in the sky approached them again, and surrounded them from three sides. It seemed that they were determined to completely block them here.
The person behind him looked back and sighed weakly, "maybe, but people are tired of it. Didn't you see? The people in the camp don't even talk about revenge anymore. Chris wants to divide the land of the Mutated Race to rebuild their homes. The Chinese want to send them to be local officials of the Mutated Race. They will soon forget their hatred. My boss, what are you going to do? I really can't think of anything, really … "
Andrew, who was escaping, didn't hear the difference in his tone. He continued to snort coldly, "they are all too naive. Do they think the war is over? This is just the beginning. When the Mutated Race comes again, they will regret today! "
The person behind him said weakly, "yes, maybe, but that day is too far away for me. I won't be able to see it. My dear brother John, I can only accompany you until here. You have to live well, live well!"
Andrew was slightly startled. The person behind him suddenly broke free from his back, rolled on the ground, and instantly landed far behind Andrew.
"York!"
Andrew's body slightly paused, and his fists clenched tightly. He didn't look back. After a little pause, he still ran desperately.
Just now, when York broke free and jumped off his back, he could have stopped him with his strength, but he didn't do that … But why did he feel so uncomfortable? Why did his heart feel like it was whipped at that moment?
The roar of heavy guns and the whistling of bullets could be heard from behind her. She could also hear the one-legged man jumping on the ground and firing at the sky while roaring, "Bitches, come! I'll fight it out with you! Go to hell!"
The one-legged York roared crazily and madly poured bullets into the sky.
Streaks of fire shot out from the black dot in the air, stirring up the smoke and dust in the desert. The net of fire interweaved, coldly and mercilessly blasting it into pieces.
Andrew ran as fast as he could towards the base camp. He ran as fast as he could.
The camp on the other side of the desert had long been a burning ruin. Broken limbs could be seen everywhere, and thousands of corpses were lying everywhere.
The resistance in the camp had been completely disintegrated. Most of them were surrounded and killed. Almost no one escaped.
The young soldiers lined up in rows, standing in front of their steel torrent, surrounding the camp. The black muzzles of their guns glowed coldly under the sun, but the eyes under the helmets were as silent as water. No one knew what they were thinking.
In front of them, groups of Awka people were expelled into the ruined camp to kill the remaining survivors. Although they begged the human army behind the Awka people bitterly, the silent human soldiers were like a silent forest.
Occasionally, one or two people would desperately break through the search line of the Awka people and run to the front of the human army. Then there would be a burst of gunfire, and the people who rushed out fell in a pool of blood with their eyes wide open.
It was not until a young mother rushed to the front of the soldiers with a bloody baby in her arms that the gunfire that should have sounded did not sound.
An officer stepped out and shouted, "Open fire!"
The young soldiers' chests were heaving, but no one pulled the trigger in their hands.
The officer immediately pulled out his pistol and pressed it against the soldier's head.
"Shoot!"
The young soldiers suddenly became silent, as if they were silently protesting against the military order that could not be violated.
"Shoot!"
The officer also panicked. He felt that he had lost control of the soldiers, and his voice could not help but float.
Bang!
Finally, someone could not resist the pressure of the military order and fired. The young mother fell in a pool of blood.
At the back of the line, a middle-aged senior officer silently took off his helmet and said to another person next to him, "We will be nailed to the pillar of shame …"
The man said in a deep voice, "History is written by the victors. As long as we find that thing, victory will belong to us. No one will know what happened today, and only a few people will die today. There will not be more people dying in the future."
The senior officer said, "The truth will always be revealed, and must we kill everyone? That thing must be hidden in a living person's body? Even if Andrew got that thing, why would he hide it in someone else's body? "
The man said, "This is an order to ensure that nothing goes wrong. If we don't execute it, we will die. This is not Earth. This is a chaotic world. The rules are different."
The Awka people continued to search and kill, and screams and curses were everywhere in the ruined camp.
Sporadic resistance appeared occasionally, but it could not stop the strong Awka people. However, in a corner of the camp, seven or eight Awka people's corpses gradually piled up, so much so that the Awka people were alarmed.
There, a little boy with a rancid smell looked at the Awka people that were rushing up with extremely cold eyes. Every time he was less than three meters away from it, a beautiful light was released from his fingertips that were dragged on the ground. The Awka people did not know what was going on. There was no wound, and they did not feel anything. They fell to the ground and died on the spot.
The little boy was leaning against the camp wall, and there was a little girl with her eyes closed on him. A shrapnel was stuck in the flesh of her back, and blood soaked their bodies. Mixed with the water stains on the ground, the rotten, smelly, and dim scene was suffocating.
However, the Awka people did not feel this. To them, humans were just another kind of creature.
More and more Awka people noticed this. A group of people separated from the main group and approached with long-range simple weapons. At the same time, the abnormal situation was also reported step by step, attracting the attention of the peripheral army. The human soldiers began to approach.
On the side of the broken wall, another Awka person fell to the ground. The number of corpses on the ground had reached a shocking number of more than 20. The other Awka people still did not see how their companion died.
The strange scene made the Awka people afraid to go any closer. Even though the light on the human boy's fingertip was getting weaker and weaker, at this speed, no one was willing to go forward and fill in another few dozen lives, seeing that they were about to disappear, no one was willing to go forward.
The human soldiers quickly approached and urged the Awka people to go forward again.
The little boy's eyes were still extremely cold. Even though the light on his fingertips was weakening and he was about to fall into a desperate situation, he was still so indifferent, as if he was not looking at a group of people, but a group of ants.
The massacre continued. Under the urging of the human soldiers, the Awka people had no choice but to use their lives to fill in the gaps. The upper echelons of the human army probably had a unified opinion that they wanted to capture the little boy alive.
Another dozen Awka people fell without any symptoms. The little boy was still killing silently, but the light on his fingertips was like a candle that was about to disappear at any time. The power from the distant starship that had suddenly weakened was increasing, desperately trying to suppress it.
There were more and more Awka people. They were so densely packed that they finally formed a circle and surrounded the little boy.
The little boy did not look at them anymore. His eyes fell on the face of the little girl who was as thin as dry firewood. Although the power from the distant starship was getting stronger and stronger, even more than before, the little boy still miraculously raised his hand and stroked the little girl's head. He closed his eyes and let the light on his fingertips rise and disappear. The surrounding Awka people rose and fell like tides …
^ (To be continued.)
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