Chapter 341: The Dinner of the Thugs
In the north,
deep in the desolate ice field,
a brutal dinner was held in a shelter built here.
The thugs drove modified vehicles and were fully armed.
They blasted the walls of the shelter with explosives.
They replicated the process that had been played out countless times elsewhere.
They first launched a major cleansing of the shelter.
They indiscriminately slaughtered all the worthless ordinary residents, leaving only some young men and women with good looks.
Then after the wanton carnival,
a group of young men and women who had been abused were once again roughly cleaned.
The whole person was put on a huge charcoal grill.
In the scorching heat, they let out desperate wails.
And these cries of extreme pain sounded like the most beautiful music to the ears of the thugs.
It brought them the most exciting and hearty enjoyment.
However, today,
the thugs' dinner was destined to be unsuccessful.
At a certain moment,
a dull explosion came from outside the shelter.
That was the sound of the person in charge of guarding the perimeter detonating the grenade on his body before dying.
The thugs at the banquet picked up their weapons alertly.
But before they could put on the exoskeleton armor piled nearby,
groups of fist-sized drones emerged from all corners.
As if they had intelligence, they locked onto their targets the moment they appeared.
They crashed head-on.
Then, there was a violent explosion.
And a group of orange-red flames that enveloped the thugs.
X-3 self-destructing drone.
This third-generation grenade developed by Su Wu can fly automatically and search for enemies.
In this small underground space, it has played an incredibly high efficiency.
A total of more than 40 bandits.
None of them had time to face the invaders.
They were completely wiped out in the explosion of the grenade.
In addition, the aftermath of the explosion did not even destroy the tableware next to the thugs.
"The threat target has been eliminated."
"Release combat mode."
More than a dozen spider robots equipped with various heavy weapons.
Following the grenade, they entered the banquet hall one after another.
They took in the tragic scene in the hall.
Half a second later,
one of the spider robots locked onto the only survivor with a camera flashing a faint red light.
"Brain damage 17%."
"Expected death in 57 seconds."
With the help of the simple detection equipment carried on its body,
the artificial intelligence quickly made a judgment.
A considerable part of the survivor's head had been burned and deteriorated by the high temperature, and there was no need to rescue him.
The worker behind the spider robot was silent for a moment. He
still approached.
He used the mechanical arm to extinguish the flames below and carefully carried the survivor to the ground.
Then he said goodbye to her gently in a voice that only some colleagues in the remote control center could hear.
"Rest in peace."
"There will never be such a tragedy in the future."
Born in a farmyard in Jianghe City.
All along.
The network and game coins built with it, as well as the hundreds of millions of residents absorbed.
Let the post-apocalyptic society be covered with a layer of too beautiful filter in the eyes of most people.
Many people really think that life after the end of the world is just eating worse, living a tight and boring life.
Even in the worst case, as long as you are willing to work,
you can get enough food to survive by working in the game.
But in fact,
this false beauty
is just like the sunshine from the sun.
It is warm, but it can't really shelter you from the wind and rain. It also does not have too strong constraints on order.
Once someone breaks the bottom line and acts recklessly,
it can bring a real purgatory to the surrounding people in an instant.
The only means of resistance for the victims
is to ask for military support from the farmyard through prayers in the game.
But this kind of prayer
requires a huge amount of game coins, and each time it lasts for a very short time.
In the end of the world, each shelter is in a nearly closed environment.
Many times,
when they realize that something is wrong and want to ask for help from outside,
it is often too late.
What awaits them is only the cruelest side of the end of the world with all the covers torn off.
But fortunately,
at least for Dongzhou.
When Su Wu began to sweep across the entire Dongzhou with a swallowing force,
this apocalypse was finally coming to an end.
All humans in Dongzhou would gradually be united in the same shelter.
They would be protected by the most basic order
and have a basic living guarantee.
True peace would soon come from here.
In the southern part of Dongzhou,
in Chuhu Province,
in a large shelter, the
once bustling residential area was shrouded in a strange silence.
Only the occasional footsteps and knocks on the door could be heard in the corridor.
It shows that this is not an abandoned place with no one.
"No. 203, it's your turn to pay the blood tax today."
"According to the regulations, your family of three needs to pay 2.5 liters of blood this time."
Five cultists wearing black robes embroidered with strange patterns and holding guns
stood outside an apartment with indifferent expressions.
They announced the decision of the new ruler of the shelter to the unlucky person who was drawn by the lottery today.
The male owner of the house carefully opened a crack in the door
and peeked out .
The number of 5 people opposite gave him a bad premonition.
Therefore, although he thought that 2.5 liters of blood was a bit too much,
he still didn't dare to argue. He
just bowed his head respectfully.
"Please wait a moment, I'll prepare it now."
But his submissive attitude
did not win the cultists' tolerance.
The leading cultist stretched out his hand and pulled hard.
The door in front of him was half open.
Then he said expressionlessly.
"No need, the bishop has issued an order."
"To prevent cheating, we will draw blood on your behalf in the ratio of 0.9 liters for men and 0.8 liters for women."
This bad news almost made the man's eyes go dark.
He gritted his teeth and trembled as he tried to beg the other party for leniency.
"My lord, our child is only five years old."
"This amount of blood will cost her life."
"Please draw her portion from the two of us adults."
The cultist raised his head slightly.
The madness and indifference in his eyes made the man feel cold in his heart.
Then the next moment.
The words from his mouth completely pushed the man into the abyss of despair.
"Since you will die, take the whole person away."
"It can be used as a living sacrifice."
The man gritted his teeth and recalled what these cultists had done since they appeared.
Realizing that there was no room for negotiation,
he immediately made up his mind to seize the weapons in the hands of the cultists on the opposite side.
This is his only way to survive.
But just after he revealed this idea.
The other cultists who had been paying attention to this place immediately raised their guns and fired without hesitation.
They shot the male owner into a hornet's nest.
Judging from the cultists' skillful and decisive actions,
this time,
they were obviously here to harvest the lives of the male owner's family.
They had no intention of giving them any other choice.
They kicked the lifeless male owner at the door of his house away.
The leading cultist stepped into the room.
In the corner of the room, they found a mother and daughter hugging each other and trembling.
More than an hour later.
On the first floor of the shelter.
In a vast square that was violently opened up by knocking down a large number of surrounding houses and buildings.
Hundreds of cultists, escorting young women and children, stepped into the scope of the square one after another.
In the square.
Three mechanical mills connected to the central blood pool.
Quietly in a triangle, distributed around the square.
Exuding a strong smell of blood.
From the black dirt on the mechanical mills, it can be easily seen that
they are obviously not used for the first time.
In the three days that the cultists occupied this shelter.
Every day.
There will be more than 2,000 people.
They will be thrown into these three machines alive, and then the crushed flesh and blood will pass through the exit pipes and fill the blood pool in the center of the square.
As a sacrifice.
As the mechanical mill began to operate.
Seeing that another bloody sacrifice was about to begin.
Suddenly, a vibration came from the depths of the shelter.
Then with a snap.
All power and lights were cut off.
The whole square fell into darkness.
An armed force from the outside world launched an attack on this unknown large shelter-
Chuhu Province.
Chuhu City.
Hundreds of millions of tons of concrete filled a canyon here.
A huge shelter that merged with the mountains was opened up.
The super city Chuhu City.
With a population of 33 million and
more than 50 million tons of grain stored,
it is the super shelter with the richest grain reserves in the entire Dongzhou, except for the capital of Dongzhou.
However, it is such a shelter that can be called a granary.
The residents inside it
are generally malnourished.
More than half of the population cannot guarantee the most basic food rations.
Vital signs hover between overdrawn and sudden death.
And the background of hunger and poverty naturally brings violence and chaos.
The order at the bottom of Chuhu City
is in a state of possible large-scale collapse at any time.