Biohazard Empire II

The once majestic city wall of Salvation City is now riddled with holes. There are holes made by bullets and shells everywhere. There are even small gaps in the city walls that have been blasted down, looking like they were eaten by mice. The same biscuits. It has not been long since the battle, so the restoration of the city wall is still in progress.

And the three big characters "City of Salvation" at the gate of the city had already been replaced by the three words "Chu Yicheng" made up of neon lights.

Because the zombies, orcs, and zergs have not made any major moves recently, the major fortresses are all loose outside and tight inside. Except for the gates of foreign cities, the gates are open, and a constant stream of people enter and exit at the checkpoint at the door. There was a long queue.

Among the convoys entering the city, the hunting squads are the most numerous. Most of them have a few mutants tied to their carriages or on their roofs, like cows and sheep to be slaughtered, all staying there numb, without the slightest response. The place where the Salvation Alliance is located originally lived with a large number of mutants, and the wanted for mutants has just begun, so these hunters have gained a lot.

In their opinion, the location of the Salvation Alliance is simply a virgin forest of alien species that has never been developed. The alien species that can be captured here are several or even dozens of times more than on other sites! Sometimes, as long as you blast through a refuge, you can find a small group of alien species, just like a treasure.

In the eyes of hunters, these "alien species" are no longer humans, but animals, precious animals that can be exchanged for materials, ammunition, and women!

Richemont’s huge wanted warrant was spray-painted on the broken wall of Salvation City. From a distance, you can see the pale face with a wicked smile, against the bullet holes and scars on the wall, just like A work of postmodern art.

Each item is like an astronomical number of rewards, with huge red letters, spray-painted at the bottom of the photo, so that people who come in and out will be envious. Together, these things can be compared to a small fortress. This Richemont is really too valuable. Those hunters have swallowed their saliva, wishing to catch Richemont back tomorrow. And Richemont and the thousands of mutants who disappeared with him have also become people’s after-dinner talks, and there are even bets on where Richemont is hiding and the specific time when he was arrested or killed.

On weekdays, when entering and leaving the city gates, one of Li Tian's favorite things to do is to discuss with people the whereabouts of Richemont and the huge reward, but at this time he didn't have the slightest mood to do so. Thinking of the rhetoric that he usually boasted about, such as "I am shot down by Richemont", "When will we develop again" and so on, Li Tian wished to go back to the past and give his crow's mouth to Torn.

Li Ling was fainted, and when he really faced Richemont, he realized how terrifying this ancestor was!

Looking at everything around him, Richemont didn't react at all. He still sat in the cockpit calmly, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. It's just that when he saw the mutants who were **** like livestock, the corner of his eyes jumped slightly, and a ray of cold light flashed through his eyes...

At this moment, their truck drove to the checkpoint of the city gate, and a soldier carrying a rifle walked over and saw Li Tian sitting in the co-pilot. He couldn't help but laughed: "Captain Li, this What good stuff did you get again?" This soldier and Li Tian are very familiar, but because Li Tian’s luck has always been very good, he can often catch alien species, or get some stored food, the people at the checkpoint Many followed suit to take advantage.

Li Tian smiled, and said calmly: "I didn't get any good products this time, so I brought a few vegetables back."

"Let me see." Hearing a "caiman", the inspection sentry immediately lit up, walked to the opened truck door, and looked inside. The so-called "cairen" is actually the corpse of the dead primitive man. In this era of extreme shortage of materials, wasting any protein is a shameful behavior. Therefore, almost all people who died have a brand new destination-the stomach of their companions.

Because of the dangers and dangers in the wilderness, people often die in the wilderness, and even the entire group of hunting teams are wiped out from time to time. If the bodies of these dead people are fresh enough, they will naturally be used as waste if they meet other hunting teams.

For many people now, this is not shameful, but a saving of resources. You must know that without sunlight, there will be no new crops, and the food stored in the human fortress is simply not enough for long-term consumption. Therefore, all proteins are so precious.

Moreover, when they really started to eat their own kind of flesh and blood on a large scale, many people were surprised to find that human meat is the supreme delicacy in the world, better than any top meat that has been worshipped. Nothing less. Smooth and tender palms, vigorous limbs, refreshing breasts, delicate fat, etc., and so on, even constitute a new cuisine in human food culture in the last days...

The inspection sentry turned over a corpse, frowned when he saw the wound, and was about to say something. Richemont had already grinned and walked over with a machete. He cut off the right arm of the corpse and stuffed it into the clothes of the inspection sentry, and said with a hippie smile: "Sir, this is what we met outside a small town. Please forgive me. ."

The inspection sentry froze for a moment, and then immediately understood, stuffed the chopped right arm into his clothes, waved his hand and said, "Go in, it's okay." At the same time, he secretly said in his heart: What if your grandma's Just get a foreign arm at that time. Of course he also understood that these corpses were probably other hunting teams that were hacked by Li Tian's people, but he didn't bother to care about them. The bribe of that whole arm already satisfied him.

Thinking of having braised crispy palms and stewed elbows tonight, the sentry greeted him with saliva.

"Next!" He quietly threw that arm into a pocket on his waist and waved to the next car...

It seemed that the conditions of these human fortresses were more serious than I thought. Richemont thought silently while slowly turning the steering wheel forward.

The trade and food of the population were completely public at this time, and the fortress army began to intensify the killing of mutants. All this has shown a problem, that is, the remaining food is not much, the fortress officials urgently need to form an army of transformed people that can be immune to the T virus, and then go to the ruins of the city to grab food!

Because of the abundance of materials in modern human society, the ruins of cities with a large amount of leftover food have also become invisible granaries.

Food is too important for human beings who are organisms composed of carbohydrates. Once fragile humans leave the food, they also leave the energy to keep the body running, and they will immediately face death.

"The world is hell, and **** is the world..." Looking at the weak or cunning primitive people on the street, as well as the majestic reformers who appeared from time to time, Richemont couldn't help but whisper.