In Qiu Shi's opinion, vagrants are much more ferocious than refugees. They have equipment, cars, combat effectiveness, and some are mentally ill.
But the reason why symbiotes are so powerful is that once they enter a state of control, their ability to coordinate combat will increase exponentially. No matter how crazy a psychopath is, it's good enough if he can save his life, so how can he rob
"Do they rob often?" Qiu Shi asked Song Heng.
"It should be said that their only livelihood is robbery," Song Heng said, "but there are very few robbery symbiote camps."
"Can the robbery be successful?" Qiu Shi asked.
"Some camps have fewer people and when there aren't enough infected people, you can still rob some," Song Heng said, "and then run."
"Fuck," Qiu Shi said, "There must be a lot of them this time, so what can we pick up?"
"Pick up some symbiotes," Xing Bi said, "and pick up an old-fashioned telephone."
Qiu Shi glanced at him and said, "Symbiote?"
"Well," Xing Bi also glanced at him, "if anyone is willing to leave."
"If they are all under control..." Song Heng said, "It may not be easy."
"I can." Xing Bi said.
Song Heng looked at him with some confusion: "You?"
"We are symbiotic beings." Ji Sui said.
"Why should I..." Song Heng went from being confused to even more confused.
"There is inhibition," Xing Bi said, "so you can't feel it."
"Why?" Song Heng probably couldn't understand.
"One of countless options." Xing Bi did not give a direct answer.
According to Song Heng's understanding, a group of vagrants usually does not exceed fifteen people. If there are more, it will be easy to split up. Of course, it will not be too few, because if there are fewer, the fighting power will not be enough. Most of the vagrant groups are related, and occasionally you can see children participating in the killing.
"I haven't seen children for a long time. The youngest one I saw recently was Li Dadiao." Qiu Shi thought of the group of vagrants they met on the way to Donglin, and the child whose heart and eyes were full of hatred and anger.
The refugees and vagrants in the Donglin area were either taken in or left. I don’t know how they are doing now.
According to the map, there were about fifty homeless people who robbed the camp this time. It was a cooperative robbery involving at least four groups of homeless people.
After determining the last gathering place of the vagrants, the convoy parked the car in a hidden place about one kilometer away from there. Xing Bi and Qiu Shi took a few biochemical bodies with them to pick up any leftovers.
"I want to go too." Li Rui jumped out of the car with a knife in his hand.
"I want to go too." Big Bear jumped down.
"Don't make trouble." Li Rui glanced at him.
"You too..." Qiu Shi wanted to say, "Stop making trouble," but was interrupted by Xing Bi.
"Third Master," Xing Bi tilted his head towards him, "Can I have a word with you?"
Li Rui nodded and walked to the side with him.
The group call was on, and Qiu Shi could hear Xing Bi whispering to Li Rui, "Third Master, we need to take a few secret guards with us, because we still have to clean up the camp, not just the vagrants, so the only ones left are the two secret guards and the group of soldiers."
Li Rui glanced at the car and said nothing.
"You are experienced and more familiar with this kind of city warfare than they are," Xing Bi said, "I can trust no one else to guard here as well as you."
Li Rui frowned and said, "Don't think I don't know that you are trying to trick me into staying here by saying something nice to me."
"Then will you stay or not?" Xing Bi asked.
"Stay," Li Rui raised his chin and glanced at the faces of the people who got off the car. "If someone attacks, someone has to defend."
"It's up to you." Xing Bi patted his shoulder.
"No problem." Li Rui shook his shoulders and walked out with the momentum he had when he blocked the road with a helmet on that night.
Xing Bi and his men headed there carrying light weapons.
There was a school next to where they parked. Because its appearance was so different from that of a refugee school, Qiu Shi would not have noticed it when they were walking through the school unless Xing Bi mentioned it.
"School?" Qiu Shi looked around. The buildings were not particularly tall. "It's quite big."
"It should be a middle school," Xing Bi said, "The open space over there should be a playground or something, but it's no longer visible."
“If the refugee school was of this level, I wouldn’t be able to write my own name properly.” Qiu Shi sighed.
"There is no such complete school in the inner city," Xing Bi said, "there will be one in the future."
"Li Feng promised me that he would improve the teaching quality of refugee schools," Qiu Shi said. "Do you think he will think about this?"
"This should be the first priority." Xing Bi said.
"Zhao Lu and his gang should be sent back to study for a few more years," said Qiu Shi.
After passing the school and two shopping malls, they saw a large area of low-rise houses in front of them. Most of them were two- or three-story buildings. They stopped walking along the street and were close to the camp. Xing Bi and the others could already hear the voices of the vagrants.
Except for Song Heng and Qiu Shi, all the undercover guards went to the roof and moved forward in different directions.
Buildings kept appearing in front and behind, roads intersecting, and the view was constantly cut off and blocked. Qiu Shi felt that it was more difficult than moving forward in the jungle.
After the low buildings, there are several tall buildings, and the sound of homeless people's motorcycles can be heard.
At the top of the map in front of Qiu Shi, dense small bright spots can be seen, some human and some infected, mixed together.
"Go upstairs." Xing Bi's voice sounded in the headset.
They entered the building in front together and climbed up the stairs that had almost collapsed.
The building was originally covered with glass, but now all the glass has fallen off, and only a few pieces can be seen on the ground occasionally. The wind blowing in from the windows with large holes becomes stronger and stronger as the floors go up.
"That must be a street garden over there." Xing Bi squatted down in front of an empty window, put on goggles, and looked over there.
When Qiu Shi looked over there, he was shocked. The entire area was black, including the trees, the plants in the flower beds, and the grass under his feet.
He took out his goggles and put them on, and also took out his binoculars, wanting to see more clearly.
"This camp has been here for a few months," Song Heng said, leaning against the broken wall near the window to avoid the wind, "and there are many infected people."
"You're a symbiote, and you still need to hide from the wind?" Qiu Shi glanced at him and said, "That's quite particular."
"I wouldn't hide even if I had a pair of couple goggles." Song Heng said.
Qiu Shi laughed when he heard this.
"This isn't a new camp, so it won't be easy to attack." He looked over there through the telescope. "Why are these nomads attacking here?"
"There's not much stuff in the new camp," Song Heng said, "and it's not exciting enough."
"Exciting?" Qiu Shi frowned.
"Yes," Song Heng said, "They like excitement."
A sharp whistle came from a distance, sometimes far away and sometimes near in the strong wind. It didn't sound like a whistle, but like some kind of laughter, weird and crazy.
"Attack." Song Heng said.
As soon as he finished speaking, more whistles were heard all around, with longer tones and faintly accompanied by loud human howls.
Then, several three-wheeled and four-wheeled motorcycles rushed out from somewhere and suddenly rushed into Qiu Shi’s field of vision.
Following closely were some strange-looking two-wheeled motorcycles, all of which had only one rider, and both the motorcycle and the rider were covered in black.
These nomads use fungi to hide themselves from the symbiote.
When a few vehicles rushed to the edge of the camp, the infected suddenly appeared around them as if they had crawled out from the ground.
Then he pounced on the rider in the car.
The riders all had whistles in their mouths, blowing them continuously, as if they were communicating or marking their positions. They did not fight with the infected people, but just waved their knives to chop up the infected people blocking the front of the car, and then drove the car repeatedly into the pile of infected people.
"They are taking the infected outside." Qiu Shi held up the binoculars. "Fuck, they actually have a plan."
These riders were indeed gathering the infected people little by little and slowly taking them to the periphery.
The risk is also very high. The number of infected people far exceeds theirs. Once there are too many infected people on the car, the car will quickly lose power.
Qiu Shi had experienced this kind of scene before, and his prediction was not wrong. After several vehicles brought the infected to the outskirts of the camp, they were soon buried by groups of infected people.
The whistles gradually stopped.
"Do you want to blow it up?" Qiu Shi said in a low voice.
"No, the car is more important than their lives." Song Heng said, "These are the death squad."
"His ancestors." Qiu Shi was shocked. According to Song Heng, these people were relatives to each other. How could they just let their relatives go to die
The second group of vagrants appeared at the scene, rushing into the crowd of infected people shouting and roaring. They looked in chaos, slashing wildly with their knives without any rules.
But soon Qiu Shi discovered that there were several thin reflective objects in the crowd.
"What the hell is that?" Qiu Shi twisted the telescope.
"There are four fishing wires," Xing Bi said.
Four steel wires as thin as fishing lines were pulled by people at both ends and pushed forward with the fighting crowd. All the vagrants who seemed to be slashing with knives stood in the middle of the four wires and moved synchronously with the steel wires.
The height of the steel wire is almost the same as the neck. During the movement, except for the infected people who are chopped down on the steel wire, once their necks are hooked by the steel wire, the people controlling both ends can pull the steel wire back and forth to cut the infected people's necks.
As the infected continued to fall, the vagrants advanced faster and faster.
The main body of the camp controlled the infected at this time, and the infected began to attack the vagrants in organized groups.
But the vagrants were like some kind of unconscious creatures, shouting madly. It didn't matter if people around them fell down. Then someone would pounce on the piles of infected people and start hacking at them indiscriminately.
Under this kind of offensive that seemed to disregard life or death, dozens of vagrants rushed into the camp. The first to rush in were a few short guys who were very fast. They carried guns and started firing in front of them.
They have limited bullets and they have to use them in the most critical places.
Several subjects rushed forward, and the nearest homeless person was stabbed through the body by a subject. The homeless person leaned back suddenly, and when his arm swung, a wire tied to his wrist was pulled, and the bomb hidden under his clothes exploded.
The main body was not a stealth guard and could not avoid such a suicide attack, so it was blown away in an instant.
"I saw a child." In the chaos, Qiu Shi saw a thin figure waving a knife. The figure was only as tall as the waist of an adult next to him. It was unclear whether the figure was a man or a woman. The figure was waving the knife and continuously slashing at the legs of the infected person.
"Go pick up something," Xing Bi threw his bag to the ground and took out a rope gun from the bag. "They are too destructive. Let's control the situation."
Ji Sui also took out a rope gun from his bag.
They stood at each window, found the landing point, and prepared to launch the zipline.
"Song Heng stays." Xing Bi fired a shot at that side, and the hook flew out with the rope, avoiding the main battlefield of the vagrants and the symbiote, and circled around a tree on the left. "Ji Suifengzhi will be in the first group, and Sang Fanqiu will be in my group."
"Is Qiu Shi going too?" Song Heng asked.
"He is stronger than you." Xing Bi said and fixed the end of the gun on the steel frame exposed by the window.
Over there, Ji Sui also fixed the zipline on the right side in the same way.
Qiu Shi took out a pair of gloves and put them on. The inner layer of the gloves had soft metal wires. He had never figured out what they were used for, but today he finally used them.
Xing Bi jumped out of the window, grabbed the zipline and slid down quickly.
Qiu Shi also jumped out, hooking the rope with one hand and sliding down in the wind.
He felt that he was going pretty fast, but then Sang Fan kicked him in the butt: "Hurry up."
“Fuck,” Qiu Shi swung on the zipline and accelerated his descent. “Sister Fan, I’m a human being.”
"Hurry up." Sang Fan kicked him again.
"Ancestor!" Qiu Shi saw that the height was about right, stared at an infected person below and let go.
The infected people below were knocked to the ground by him and became motionless.
Sang Fan jumped down as well.
"Go straight in." Xing Bi rushed into the camp.
Qiu Shi knew why Xing Bi wanted to "pick up the leak" in advance. The vagrants' way of robbery was as crazy as their style of doing things. No one took their own life seriously. In this case, both the symbiotes on the opposite side and the humans on this side would suffer heavy casualties.
Especially when you discover that there are children who are just as tall as the waist among humans.
Xing Bi wants to save those symbiotes who want to escape but cannot, and also wants to save those human children who may die meaninglessly.
The homeless people around them discovered them and rushed towards Qiu Shi.
Qiu Shi immediately slashed an infected person to death with his knife and rescued a homeless person who was entangled by the infected person. He used this direct way to express to the homeless person that "we are here to help."
But the homeless man's first reaction was not what he expected. "Someone is stealing our business—" the homeless man yelled.
"My damn ancestors!" Qiu Shi cursed at the vagrants rushing towards him, then jumped up and knocked one down with his knee, then hit another one in the face with his elbow, then turned and ran towards Xing Bi.
To be exact, escape.
Fortunately, as a strengthened human, he is faster and stronger than the nomad.
Sang Fan chased after them, swinging his axe, and knocked the two nearest vagrants to the chest with the back of the axe.
In the past, Qiu Shi would have shown no mercy, and he would have fought back if he was being chased. But now they were representing Yuncheng, a team of humans and biochemical beings working together, so Sang Fan controlled himself and didn't use the axe blade to chop people.
In addition to the main group of people who were injured in the explosion, there were five other people in the camp. After realizing that people other than vagrants had broken in, they quickly determined their location through the infected people.
Then the infected and the vagrants pounced on them at the same time.
Ji Sui and Feng Zhi arrived in time, and together with Sang Fanqiu, they tightened the pressure in the middle, chopping down the infected people and also knocking down a group of vagrants.
Just when the melee was about to get out of control, all the infected people suddenly stopped moving and stood still.
The vagrants rushed over shouting and chopped down the infected people who were like wooden stakes, but then they realized something was wrong and slowly stopped.
Qiu Shi and the other three took this opportunity to retreat to the center of the camp.
After a brief pause in the chaos, everyone saw the five symbiotes standing in the middle of the camp and Xing Bi, whose half face was covered by black lines.
"Where are the Super Communists?" Ji Sui asked in a low voice in the headset.
"In the fountain pool at the back, in a silent state." Xing Bi also answered in a low voice.
"Who are you?" someone among the vagrants shouted.
"Biochemical body!" someone shouted in response.
"Bullshit!" Someone else shouted as he pushed through the crowd and took a few steps towards this side, "This is not an ordinary biochemical body!"
"Secret guard." Qiu Shi said.
The homeless people who wanted to come over here stopped.
“You take what you want,” Qiu said, “and we take what we want, and we don’t interfere with each other.”
"What do you want?" someone asked.
"These symbiotes." Xing Bi said.
"We want it too!" someone shouted from the other side.
Then there was a chorus of responses: "We also want—"
Before Qiu Shi could figure out how to discuss the matter, homeless people rushed over.
These people can't be reasoned with.
"Kill a few." Qiu Shi gritted his teeth and whispered.
Ji Sui and Feng Zhi rushed towards the vagrants. With a wave of their hands, several vagrants fell to the ground. Sang Fan swung his axe and hit the face of a vagrant who was rushing towards them.
Qiu Shi raised his gun and fired a volley of bullets at the feet of the front row of homeless people.
The accomplices who were killed instantly and the gunshots that did not belong to this chaotic world finally calmed down these vagrants.
"Is it cool?" Qiu Shi yelled, "You are all so unreasonable, aren't you? If you do it again, I will let you know what the King of Hell is!"
"Stop!" A man raised his hand and stopped the homeless man who was about to rush forward.
But what surprised Qiu Shi was that the voice was a woman's.
He lowered the gun and looked at the person walking out from the crowd. It was indeed a woman, a very agile and strong woman with scars on her face and body.
The kid whose legs were chopped off in the crowd just now was following her legs.
It was a little girl, her face splattered with black blood.
Qiu Shi’s feelings at that moment were indescribable.
"Let's search first," the woman walked up to Qiu Shi and glanced at Xing Bi behind him, "Let that black monster control those symbiotes. I want to make sure they are really under control."
Qiu Shi didn't know how she dared to make such a request when she was at such an absolute disadvantage.
I can only say that vagrants are really not afraid of death.
Qiu Shi didn't say anything, but turned around to look at "that black monster".
Xing Bi didn't say anything, but several symbiotes behind him suddenly fell to the ground at the same time.
A flash of surprise flashed across the woman's scarred face, but she quickly recovered and turned to the homeless people over there and tilted her head: "Give me a few people to guard them and search!"
Several vagrants came over with guns raised, surrounding Qiu Shi and his friends. The rest of the vagrants screamed and roared excitedly again, rushed into the camp and began to search for supplies.
Looking at the bags of things on the shoulders of the vagrants, including food, ammunition, and some clothes, Qiu Shi understood why they were so desperate to rob like this. These supplies were probably enough for them to rob ordinary refugees and other vagrant gangs a hundred times.
The vagrants moved very quickly and looted everything that could be used in the camp and loaded it all onto the bikes that the suicide squad had ridden.
Seeing that all the vagrants had retreated to a safe area, he slowly retreated over there with the few people who surrounded them. The little girl beside his legs held a knife, staring at him. Her eyes were exactly the same as the woman's, fierce and determined.
Qiu Shi looked at her until she turned around and climbed onto a three-wheeled motorcycle.
As the sharp whistle sounded again, the homeless followed the car and quickly disappeared behind the tall building over there.
"Take these away." Xing Bi said, "They will wake up soon. I'll go check on that super-communist."
Sang Fan quickly tied up several symbiotes.
Qiu Shi followed Xing Bi to the fountain pool at the back. There was an artificial stream separating the fountain pool from the green garden on this side. The vagrants did not go deeper into this side. For them, it was enough to take away enough things in the shortest time possible.
There is still flowing water in the artificial stream, and apart from the overly regular direction of the water flow, there is no trace of human activity in the entire stream shape.
"I'll go see if there's a phone." Sang Fan said.
"Yeah." Xing Bi responded.
Just then, a bell rang from the fountain ahead.
That ancient bell sound, one after another, repeated crisply and monotonously.
"Is it 249?" Qiu Shi asked, "Song Heng? Have you heard of it?"
"No," Song Heng's voice came from the headset, "usually they would talk directly through Heidui, maybe Heidui is controlled by Xing Bi now..."
"I'll go get it." Xing Bi jumped across the stream.
"Xing Bi!" Qiu Shi also jumped over quickly, "Wait!"
"Will there be any other problems when answering the phone?" Feng Zhi asked Song Heng, "Will Heidui be affected when being contacted?"
"My observation is that there is none," Song Heng said, "but I'm not sure. Xing Bi, you should be more cautious. If possible, going through the black pile is the safest way."
"No," Xing Bi answered simply, "We need to let 249 know that he can't take back control unless I agree."
The fountain pool was just ahead. There was no fountain or water anymore. The dried-up pool was filled with black fungi, and a supercommunist was sitting quietly at the bottom of the pool.
In front of him was an old-fashioned red telephone. It was very old, but amidst the black fungus, the faded phone still stood out.
Xing Bi looked back at Qiu Shi and jumped into the pool.
Qiu Shi understood what he meant, clenched his left hand into a fist, and stared at his back.
Xing Bi walked to the phone, slowly squatted down, and picked up the receiver.
The ringing stopped abruptly, and the surroundings suddenly became dead silent.
Xing Bi raised the receiver to his ear.
Through the headphones, Qiu Shi could hear a rustling sound coming from the receiver.
Then a voice sounded.
"Xing Bi, is that you?"
Qiu Shi was stunned. At that moment he felt all the hairs on his body stand up.
This was the voice he had heard in the general's memory.
Xing Bi's teacher.
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To be continued tomorrow⊙▽⊙.
Oh, I’m in a hurry and don’t have time to check for typos. I’ll wait for my ancestors to help me find them!