Lying on her husband's body, which was gradually losing its temperature, the woman desperately tried to use her body temperature to warm him and save his fading life.
"I love you."
"No, no, I won't let you leave." Big tears fell from the woman's cheeks, dripping on the cotton-padded jacket soaked in blood.
"Feel sorry... ... "
"I don't want your apology! I don't want it!" That heartbreaking cry failed to retain the gradually cooling body temperature.
Looking away from the two men, Locke looked at his colleague in confusion, not understanding what he meant.
"Killing him directly is too boring, man, you haven't experienced the essence of abuse yet." Wang Ping patted his shoulder in an old-fashioned way and grinned.
"Oh?" Locke raised his eyebrows and stuffed the gun into his arms, "Here you go."
Wang Ping took the gun, smiled evilly, ignored the woman who looked at him angrily and timidly, and turned to look at the crowd.
"Pigs, listen to me. Now, if any of you come up and rape her, I will set him free."
The crowd was commotion, but no one came forward.
Locke looked at his colleagues in confusion. He didn't understand the meaning of watching two humans mating.
That's right, "two". In the eyes of mutants, humans are just domestic animals. In addition to the sporadic remaining memories, they will not eat human flesh like cannibals, and they will not be stingy with all cruelty, just to get pleasure from the wailing humans.
"Is there no one here? If I remember correctly, this woman is quite pretty in your aesthetic sense." Wang Ping held his rifle and said slowly.
"What's the point of this?" Locke asked confused.
"Of course. Learn from it, man. There are many ways to tap into the despair within them other than killing people."
Wang Ping smiled ferociously, licked his dry lips, and looked at the woman who was watching him shrink back in fear.
"Lying on the still-cold bones of my husband, being humiliated by countless people under the eyes of my son. How desperate that expression would be. Just thinking about it makes people excited. The meaning of civilization, Isn’t it just to bloom that moment of brilliance under the brutal rubbing? Hahahaha!”
The wanton laughter was deafening, even shaking the pine and snow on the tree branches. It spread several kilometers away.
Locke stared blankly at the sick smile on his colleague's face, and then an excited expression appeared on his face.
"**, you are simply a genius, oh no, devil! You must have been an artist during your lifetime."
"Who knows?" smiled. Wang Ping pointed his gun at the man closest to him, "You, go fuck her."
The man swallowed, gritted his teeth, and said bravely.
"I can not do it."
boom!
He fell to the ground like a piece of paper. The man's face maintained the expression of resistance before death, and there was also a hint of disbelief that was too late to change.
"Next one." Wang Ping smiled and pointed his gun at the middle-aged man behind the man, who was covering his bleeding arm.
Trembling, the middle-aged man took two steps forward. However, he finally fell to his knees on the ground.
"I-"
boom!
Wang Ping didn't give him a chance to plead nonsense and shot him in the head.
Red and white splashed all over the floor, even onto the people behind him.
Wang Ping raised his chin and pointed at the next person.
Perhaps stimulated by the tragic situation of the previous person, the third person just hesitated, took trembling steps, and trotted to the woman with his head buried.
"I'm sorry, please forgive me." With his eyes shining, the man didn't dare to look at the expression on the woman's face, and he ruthlessly stretched his hand towards her collar.
"No. Don't." The woman's eyes widened in despair.
However, the man ignored her desperate struggle, completely abandoned the restraint and dignity that civilization should have, and pressed her down on the body that was gradually losing its temperature.
He tried desperately to comfort himself in his heart, if he didn't do this. He will die. This was not his intention.
Wang Ping watched the man's actions with satisfaction. The pleasure of crushing civilization with his own hands almost made him tremble with excitement. Locke, who was standing aside studying, also had his eyes widened. He had only become a mutant for two years, and this was the first time he had seen this way of obtaining pleasure besides violence.
Wang Ping raised his gun. Pointing to the next person, he was about to speak when he heard the exclamation of the sentry beside him.
"What is that?!" The mutant holding the rifle raised his head and pointed at the black spot in the sky.
Wrinkling his brows, Wang Ping looked up to the sky: "What—"
boom!
Mixed with thick smoke, the snow rolled up from the flat ground like an avalanche and fell on the crowd.
Shaken by the air waves, people dropped their cement bags and steel bars in panic, fled to nearby bunkers, or lay down on the ground.
The mutants armed with rifles did not stop them because their situation was not very optimistic either.
"Damn, what is that!"
Climbing up from the ground, Wang Ping looked at the thick smoke more than ten meters away in fear and looked up at the sky.
The bloodthirsty pupils tightened, and a rare hint of fear appeared.
... ...
"Direct hit."
A report from a sniper on the ground came to my ears. Since he was included in the crew, Jiang Chen was naturally able to share the crew's communication channel.
"Nice shot!" Jiang Chen grinned and gave a thumbs up to the gunner.
The strong wind blew against the door of the cabin, and the orange chemical protective suit rustled in the cold wind. The gunner wearing a radiation-proof mask turned around and nodded vigorously to express his gratitude to Jiang Chen for his praise. Then he picked up the 10kg mass bomb from the side without stopping and put it into the magazine. The coil began to charge. able.
At this moment, Jiang Chen was holding a tablet in his hand, and the screen flashing on the tablet was the entire battlefield. The camera located at the bottom of the helicopter completely presented the bird's eye view before his eyes as the commander.
Those green dots lurking three kilometers away from the town are the light infantry of the Fishbone Base. Five Jaegers lay horizontally behind the building's bunker, with only the carriage carrying the Type 50 electromagnetic gun exposed. The carriage was covered with a white tarpaulin, making the carriage blend into the snowy scene behind it, leaving only the black hole of the gun barrel.
The red dots in the distance are naturally enemy units marked by snipers, while the gray dots are civilians.
And the billowing smoke was the truck that was destroyed by the aircraft gun just now. Before the quadruple anti-aircraft machine gun mounted on the truck could unleash its firepower, it was turned into slag by a preemptive strike.
The mutants who lost their air defense power fled.
And Jiang Chen looked down at all this.
It's just like playing a game.
By the way, this command system tied to the camera on the bottom of the helicopter is Yao Yao’s masterpiece.
“Isn’t the purpose of civilization to punish barbarism?”
As if in response to the clamor, Jiang Chen murmured to himself.
Now that the god of death has arrived on the battlefield, please die for you scum.
Looking down at the figure escaping in panic on the screen with cold eyes, he poked the red dot on the screen with his finger.
Buzz!
The triangular barrel flashed with blue electric light and slowly retreated along with the harsh buzzing sound.
The orange-red arc blasted toward the earth, and the explosion of the cannonball that penetrated the sound barrier almost drowned out the roaring north wind. (.)