Dark Blood Age

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American campsite.

The oversized tent of the interim council was filled with pencil members from all kinds of suits. At this moment, the conversation began, and camp president Bem dropped the hammer heavily in his hand. After two bangs, he shouted: "Quiet, quiet! We will now move on to today's final agenda, after which we need to invite a special person to give a speech. ”

Outside the tent, while waiting for the guests to fall, Andrew helped him tie a new tie around his neck and tidy up the wrinkled corners of his new suit, his calm eyes revealed a slight nervousness at the moment.

Although he is full of strength and confident, at this moment he is in no better mood than the fat man in another camp when the scoundrel of the mixed streets walks into that door that symbolizes so-called justice and freedom.

Slightly tap your fingers on your knees, anxiously waiting to pass in.

“Mr. John, it's your turn to go in.” Soon, a black executive woman with a big stomach stool hurried up to him and opened her thick lips and said.

Andrew took a sip, pulled the edge of Lassie's suit, stood up and revealed a smile he had just practiced, lifting his legs to the threshold he had never dared to imagine before.

“Big Boss, what's going on? In my opinion, there's absolutely no need to talk to corrupt congressmen who don't throw up bones, they have to talk like fists! ”

Far away, one of his men complained dissatisfied.

“Exactly. What else would those exaggerating parliamentarians do besides collect taxes and disappear from our pensions?” Another subordinate is also extremely dissatisfied with the merger.

“What do you idiots know?” A partner in Andrew said profoundly: “Since there is no way to destroy it directly, you have to find a way to join it, and people always trust it more than people like us. Can the wisdom of Big Boss be understood by guys who can spell words wrong? ”

The men's argument, Andrew, could not be heard. Hundreds of members of parliament were overwhelmed after he had just entered the big tent. They did not necessarily know him, but did not prevent them from obtaining a number of questionnaires about him before. A large number of other members of parliament, in addition to those willing to support him, had only begun firing at this moment:

“Who allowed a drug addict scum in? ”

“This is an insult to Parliament, and I would never look at a rogue hall and the Emperor walks onto the podium of the Holy Ghost! ”

“Kick him out, this isn't a prison, criminals are not welcome! ”

“I think we need a professional psychiatrist. ”

“Liar, he's a big liar, I swear to God! ”

……

In response, Andrew's face shivered slightly, seemingly inferior, and seemingly a proud rage, blending together, and even the crowd trail to the podium became illusory.

But he finally withstood, ignoring the arrogance, came to the chair, his spine pulled out by the power of his body, and his eyes blew brightly.

He reaches out and embraces a ray of light, raises his voice, presses over all the attacks, and plays the channel:

“Tired Daddy died, um, Ginger heads! You will have the privilege to see for yourselves the greatest miracle in the world, given to me by God and shown to you...”

“… and I am the last Messiah chosen! …… ”

* * * * * *

Chinese campsite.

A few days have passed since he was last summoned, and Zheng Yao has received the support he wanted from the upper echelons, such as the fish and water fields where his cause was carried out in the camp.

But fat men's ambitions are never limited to a small camp, so how much profit can they make? He needs authorization and camp protection to go to United States camps, or to other camps further afield, or even to reach the natives of the planet.

This is the only way to count as real achievements!

Today he's going to the executive camp to talk to Secretary Wang about his plans.

On the way, Fatty saw a lot of Indians, and over the past two days, there were a lot of Indian refugees coming from the south. At first, Camp 17 was very nervous for a while, thinking that the legendary pig head had attacked, and then after deep understanding, he realized that India City had been burned down by a fire!

The fat man had little compassion and felt rather comfortable when the abuses he had suffered in Indian City left him with no heart to sympathize with the Indian refugees who had begged everywhere for the dead wife and children.

But he was also not interested in revenge, and his ideal was to do his own business, and everything else that wasted his time and energy was unnecessary to him.

However, he did not retaliate, which did not mean that no one else would retaliate. Along the way he walked, there were no fewer than a dozen beatings of Indians that he had witnessed with his own eyes. If it had not been for the whistling of the security guards, at least three of them would have killed him.

Even so, there are daily reports of Indians being killed, and the camp government has had to draw up an international security zone for them in particular, using a large number of security police to patrol back and forth in order to avert a larger conflict.

Most Indians spend all day waiting for relief from the Chinese camp government, never step outside the white line, and fear being dragged out alive or brutally burned at some point in the night by those who sneak in.

Only a small number of people who were really hungry and extremely bold would sneak out of the area. They were totally gambling with their lives. If they could get a little food, they could barely handle the day. Bad luck, like Zheng Yuanbao now saw an Indian man in his thirties, caught by a young Chinese man with steel bars, and beat him to death with his head split open.

The young Chinese seemed to recognize the Indian man and, after beating him, grabbed his hair and, with the help of two or three companions, pulled him like a dead dog and dragged him hard behind a tent.

Don't go near it, Fatty can hear the young man roaring violently:

“Aren't you harsh! ”

“Don't you know how to rape! ”

“Rape my wife, fuck you, seven men gang rape my wife! Seven! ”

“But are you still fucking people who rape her and kill her? Are you animals?" ”

“I let you rape, I let you rape... Shaw, don't need a knife, I'm going to crush him! ”

“Congko, the sheriff is coming. Let's kill him. ”

“Don't kill me, don't kill me, please don't kill me, I have children...”

“You let her go when she begged you to! Shaw, do it! ”

……

Fatty is not a kind and kind person. When he heard the last words of the young man, he felt very relieved, very pleasant, and even wanted to help them stop the coming policeman. After all, he is also a man with a face, many people want to give him face.

There was a scream behind the tent, and Fatty thought the young men were finished and were about to escape, so he was ready to help them, trying to get up ahead and haunt the whistle-blowing sheriff.

At this time, however, he suddenly heard another tearing of his heart and lungs in the tent, bypassing the tent's visual blind spot. Fatty was surprised to see the young man kneeling on the ground without the atrocities he had just suffered. He had already cried into tears. His hands, filled with blood, kept wiping his nose with tears. The whole person seemed to have lost power, only to make people's hearts tremble and cry.

“Xiao Xi, I have avenged you, please close your eyes...”

Hearing the tears of broken liver and intestines, the policemen also stopped to rush in, silently watching the young man tightly cover his mouth as he was overwhelmed with grief, his body swayed in despair, struggling, tears flooded eyes filled with extreme sorrow...

An old policeman sighed and shook his head: sin!

Zheng Yao had no pleasure, remembered the dark days in Indian city, and sighed. Whether it was their foreigners there at the time or the Indians now in the Chinese camp, it made him stronger and must not lose Camp 17.

Without it, perhaps miserable fate is no better than a beast!

Before coming to Secretary Wang's tent, Zheng Yan regained his mood and just prepared to go in, he heard some angry voices coming from inside:

“Americans, what are you doing? What do you want to do?”

“Give us an ultimatum! Why did you pull us out of the ruins? It's a joke, saying that our technology is too backward, our science and technology team has destroyed three relics of great military value before they get to the door, also destroying the site, causing what major losses, which is detrimental to humankind now, wait for them to complete the study and analysis before sharing with us... is that still called sharing? ”

“But the Conference has voted by show of hands, agreed to withdraw, and there is no way we can beat them now, especially now that they have a magical ability. ”

“Unfaithful Americans! ”

“They have, we have, heard the news brought by the Indians, a Chinese man set fire to their entire camp, I have asked someone to identify it, that is...”

……

Zheng Yan outside the door is another silent sigh, he knows that several big figures at the top level are unwilling to conflict and dare not to conflict, which is basically the same as his idea, and angry wealth is the most important thing, but how do you feel there are some sacks?

In this situation, Secretary Wang did not have time to see him, so he did. In this situation, the Americans would not talk about business with him.

One day, the next day, Secretary Wang still had no time, Zheng and Yan were not in a hurry, continue to wait, occasionally outside the tent can hear some insights, which is very helpful to his business. If the situation is not chaotic and confidential work is basically fictitious, and he also gained some agreement. If he wants to hear these news, he will have to go to the market to sell and buy radishes.

On the third day, the troops stationed at the site gradually withdrew. The atmosphere in the camp was a little nervous for some reason. Zheng Yan was afraid of the accident and came outside the tent early in the morning to wait.

Secretary Wang seemed to have not slept overnight and rushed out of another camp account. When he saw Zheng Yan still here, he lowered his voice and said to him: “Something is wrong, get ready. ”

Zheng Yawu was a little stunned even though he was prepared to speculate based on the atmosphere of the camp. “Brother Wang, what is going on? ”

Secretary Wang looked around and whispered, “Do you know the site? ”

Zheng nodded again without saying anything.

Secretary Wang took a sip: “The Americans successfully went in last night. Shortly before this morning, they accidentally opened a huge hatch like a coffin and released a thing. Many people died at the time. The entire expedition was almost completely destroyed. Even the army could not stop it. That thing went towards the American camp, and our people hurried back. ”

Zheng Yan heard some creeps and was afraid: “Brother Wang, what is so powerful? ”

Secretary Wang drew a hand comparison and then suddenly stopped: “You know and you don't know it is the same. This must be kept confidential. I also told you at risk. The above is studying the countermeasures urgently. It is strictly forbidden to leak until a formal decision is made. In short, just be prepared. ”

As for the preparation, Zheng Yan would not ask. If asked, he would appear to be unqualified. This is something that the mind knows.

What else to prepare for besides escape? It's just not easy to say, and vagueness is the best way to shirk responsibility.

But if he doesn't ask, it doesn't mean he can't know, at least he can see it for himself!

Just before he and Secretary Wang had finished talking, a position shook the mountain, gunfire rang from afar and shouting swept like a tide.

Zheng Yan consciously raised his head and a huge horrible figure appeared in his pupil. He was scared to stay in place for a moment, and even his breathing seemed to have forgotten.

After a huge shadow, in front of the American camp, Andrew stood there covered in blood, his palms cracked open with a long mouth and blood kept pouring out.

His face was a little pale, but his figure was steady.

He paid a huge price and fought hard to finally get the cheer of gratitude behind him. Bitches, drug addicts and criminals will leave him behind and replace him with heroes of people's hearts and minds and even Messiah!

As for the Chinese, he couldn't care less.

And at this moment, Chu Yunsheng was standing on a giant tree, helping the knife handle, and drank aloud: “No, do it again, be sure to speed up, especially the 12 people you brought with you, Butni! Almost there. Again, I already feel it! ”

He frowned and was feeling the energy of the rising winds and clouds, spreading a strong death breath from afar. In this world, it was feared that only he, a non-living person, could feel this special breath, and he could not help but look southwest.

“Come on, pull out, binoculars!!!” (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)