Battle Frenzy

They are very fast, although they can’t be compared with the new human race, but the limbs are used together, at least much faster than the average person. At this time, it is like a locust rushing on the high garbage mountain. Madness rummaging Look for everything you can use, and the most important food.

The tramp who had been sleeping next to him joined in the first time. Compared with the surrounding refugees, his skills were undoubtedly more agile, more powerful, and faster to find. Those mutants were far away from him. It seems that he had suffered from his suffering before and was a little afraid of him.

Soon, he actually found a canned luncheon meat, which was already empty, and the residue was covered with a layer of green mold, which gave off a pungent smell. For refugees, this is already The top of the delicious, countless pairs of eyes that just looked at him when they were afraid, they all became green and sturdy.

The tramp puts his finger into the can and pulls out a musty luncheon meat. The pungent smell makes the surrounding mutant in a flash unstoppable.

“ao 鍡?” There are two of his closest mutant Madness rushing up, and have forgotten the lessons of the past, leaving only half of the cans in his eyes.

P膿ng!

The tramp smashed out and the power on his legs was amazing. He directly flew the guy on the left. At the same time, the muted on the right has already hit his back.

Perhaps it was always hungry, the tramp that seemed to be quite strong was actually thrown in, the two arms full of abscesses, stinking arms desperately pulled the tramp’s neck and pulled back, the tramp stood not Steady, he was pulled down, and there were more, seven or eight people in the vicinity immediately glaring at the red eyes of Madness, and they came up at the same time.

The wrench, the pull of the foot, the lower mouth bite, this mutt Madness is like a wild beast.

“Ahhhhhhh Ahhh!” The eyes of the tramp also became red in a flash, just like to vent the silence of these days.

There was soul power in his body, turned out to be a Cast Soul soldier, a powerful force poured into the left hand, and the guy who was hanging on his arm was dragged up and swept out.

P膿ng p膿ng p膿ng p膿ng !

There were 3~4 mutants on him who were swept away by him. The tramp was mad. The body hands that held his neck made him almost suffocate. He had a big bite and a bite. The arm bite out a big hole, and the smudged, green and sinuous Flood suddenly splatters, and the mutant screams and the strength on the hand is slightly reduced.

The tramp stood up, and the left hand squatted from the neck of the mutant behind him and pulled forward.

H艒ng!

I knocked down four or five people, but I couldn鈥檛 hold the mutant that had been stimulated by the taste of luncheon meat. Four or five people were surrounded by all directions, and more mutants were rushing, with Madness in their eyes. Killing intent.

This tramp has been here for more than ten days, grabbed a lot of things that should have belonged to them, and made these mutants angry, but he was not afraid of playing before, but now everyone is eyeing him, people are bold and strong. Coupled with the stimulation of luncheon meat, this group of people has a lot of heart.

More people rushed up, biting or licking or grabbing, trying to tear the tramp, the tramp was obviously practiced, but not refined. At the beginning, there were some rules to resist, and some fist and feet could be seen. In addition to the effort, the number of people who can be besieged is increasing. When the physical exertion and exhaustion pile up, his shots are already chaotic, and he is quickly bitten and wounded.

In this Madness atmosphere, either kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy!

The tramp is also mad, and the shot may not have the rules, but he is strong and flexible, and he is even more awkward than the mutants in the exist/existence garbage dump!

A mutant bit his arm. He blushes and immediately bites back. He bites the stinking ear of the man. A mutin is holding his thigh. The body of his Madness is pressed, no matter the other attack next to him. Waving his fist directly to the mutant’s chest to the deformation depression.

The battle soon came to an end, and the tramp was covered in blood, and there were also his, mutinous, red and green.

He pressed on a mutant, gasping for a long time, his whole body was shaking, and there was a large piece of rancid rotten meat in his mouth, which was directly bitten from the face of the mutant.

The mutant screamed and screamed, and in all around, had fallen into a dozen or so, and the tramp spit the stinky rotten meat to the ground, with Madness’s red light in his eyes, looked towards all around .

The fierce gaze shot all around, rushing to the surrounding mutants, like silent roars and demonstrations.

All the mutes were quiet, and they stopped at the pace of their eagerness, and no one dared to come back.

The fear of the cross, the fear of being unwilling, the fear of being mad.

Even the musk with the stench and the infinite virus dare to bite into the mouth. What else is he afraid to do? Even mutant does not have such a Madness.

All of the mutants have deep fears in their eyes. The timidity is their consistent talent. They have just been stimulated by food. They have always been bullying weak rather than challenging expert.

The tramp, with his bruised and exhausted body, climbed up from the face of the mutant, and he looked toward all around. When the eyes passed, all the mutants retreated.

Oh…

In front of all the faces of the mutant, he opened the canned luncheon meat, and after eating it all, even the canned shells were smashed, the mutants were drooling, their eyes staring, but no one dared to make a little noise. The tramp seems to be full, or maybe the battle just did not let him continue to look for strength.

He limped back to the place where he was sleeping, just beside the rubbish, then wrapped a broken blanket on his body and lay down.

All around Quietly, the tramp was listening to the movements around him. Soon, the voices of those who searched for garbage were heard again, as if the war had not been exist/existence.

“Oh…” There was a self-deprecating laughter in the wanderer’s throat. In the bloody red eyes, the rays of light were dim and turbid, all deep despair and hollow.

He closed his eyes.

There was a picture ten days ago in my mind.

“After the Federal Parliament, the Inspector General of the Tianjing Inspectorate, and the unanimous ruling of dozens of jurors, the judgment is as follows.”

鈥淢a Dong, theft of the confidentiality of the Federation, the bribery of the senior officials of Dimension Research, the organization of illegal new district construction, etc., deprived of the federal citizenship rights, deprived of all illegally acquired property, exiled the wilderness, ordered to leave Tianjing City within one day, and banned appeals. The judgment will take effect immediately!”

I finally got out of the moldy cell, the long-lost day, but Ma Dong鈥檚 mood was heavier than when he was in the cell.

(Two in one, ask for a monthly ticket, thank you!)