Section 255  Slave Area

If the duplicate kills people, you are the criminal.

The copy pushes a woman down and presses it over. It won’t take long to see a few little guys with snot and saliva appear, gathering around his feet and holding his thighs, calling you "Dad".

The copying body will confiscate someone's house and kill him. The other party's relatives will regard you as an enemy who must be skinned and chewed on his bones, and will chase you all over the world...

In short - even if you are clean, have good character, speak more sacred than great men and God, and have purer thinking than newborn babies. However, people will only attribute all the sins committed by the replica. Even though you are too clean, there will be a pot of shit flying from nowhere, hanging high on your head.

Very scary! Very scary! Just thinking about it makes people shudder.

The fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly, and Lin Xiang's mouth twitched unconsciously. He finally understood why Claude and Aphra repeatedly reminded themselves to stay away from the Red Republican Army and never contact each other.

The "Redeners" group may contain some kind of ill-hearted intentions and selfish intentions that cannot be seen at the moment, but their views on this issue are somewhat beneficial to them - copyists with exactly the same appearance as themselves... If they cooperate with excellent acting skills, the few cities they have mastered will cause unprecedented chaos. At that time, the ones that are affected will not only be ordinary citizens, but the people they are closest to and loved the most.

If Ying Jia was held in his arms by a copyist, pressed down on the bed, and took off his clothes... Lin Xiang could not imagine what a terrifying scene it was.

This is just one of all the most terrifying scenes. The serious consequences of doing other things under the banner of actual natural persons... are far less simple than it seems on the surface, or even a complete disaster.

“No—never—”

Lin Xiang, who woke up from his leisure thoughts, suddenly stood up, swinging his body with too much amplitude, and made a spacious space between the clasp of the mutually buckled chairs and the tabletop. With the crisp sound of "Cangling", the porcelain wine glasses quickly slid off the tilted tabletop, fell on the hard concrete floor, and smashed into countless pieces of slag with sharp edges. The barbecue and bread in the container also rolled down one after another, piled up among the broken wine and debris, as if a sea of ​​garbage floating on the sea, floating around, rolling back and forth, shaking left and right.

"I will never allow this to happen, never-"

After wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, a pale flashed across Lin Xiang's face, filled with frightened anger, and his eyes contained a suppressed anger. He calmed down and shouted in a deep voice to Wang Daxia who was standing next to him: "Go! Go to the shed to take a look. I want to know more about "me" from that guy. I must let him understand that I am the real pure blood human."

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Things that have been left over from the long river of time and have historical precipitation are called "cultural relics" by mankind.

This is a concept that covers an extremely wide range. Ordinary bricks and tiles, stones and tree roots buried underground, and even various living instruments used by ancient humans. In the glorious old era of civilization, they were all titled "cultural heritage" by experts and authoritatives, and were bought by rich people who were too expensive and burned to buy them as treasures.

There is no doubt that cultural relics represent traces of civilization in an entire era. It does have immeasurable value. However, everything in the world is two-sided. When science and culture gradually fade out of the center of human society, natural disasters and reality force human beings to consider the first thing they want to consider is how to fill their stomachs and intestines. There are only tens of millions of residents on the earth, or even less, even if a bronze ritual vessel from the Spring and Autumn Period of ancient China was placed in front of a refugee, he would not take a look at it, but instead focus all his attention on the dry and hard teeth, moldy and green rotten bread in his hand, thrust his throat desperately, and swallowed his saliva.

Looking down from a high altitude, the distribution of buildings in Bloodstone City still continues the style of the old era. The luxurious and tidy large buildings are all concentrated in the west of the city. This place was originally owned by the Sosbian territory, but it was not huge in area, but it could meet the living needs of thousands of people. From north to south, plus the eastern area with the middle part protruding outward, the overall shape is like an irregular crescent moon, tightly wrapping hundreds of beautiful buildings on the west side. On the urban planning map of the Mining Bureau of the Old Times, houses with short appearance and simple structure are commonly known as "the resettlement area for foreign people".

A whole century can cast many unconventional things on the cloak of time and turn them into so-called "cultural relics".

Bloodstone City is no exception. The outer layer of the building that was corroded by wind is mottled, and the surface of the old human relics left in the room is covered with a thick layer of gray. TVs and computers maintain a fixed shape as in the past. The smooth fluorescent screen is covered with dark dust and spider webs. Tables, chairs, benches and various furniture are still used although they are dilapidated. If human society continues to maintain a civilization of the same level as the old era, the population of the earth will not be just the hundreds or tens of millions now, but is even larger, and the eight billion, nine billion that have almost breathlessly crushed the earth... There is no doubt that these decaying items that are so decaying that even ants are unwilling to eat, may indeed be sought after by collectors as treasures. However, now... their fate is just to stay silently in the corners of the dark house, rotting and moldy.

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A mixed brick and stone wall that is more than ten meters high and has a width of more than five meters stands tall in the middle of the city. It bends and twists, like a giant snake with strange shapes, winding through the inside of the city, dividing the entire Bloodstone City into two areas with different volumes and uses completely different functions.

The broken walls of the dilapidated low house were penetrated by steel pipes, and an old wooden board connected with iron wire was tightly squeezed together, staggering heights, sealing the broken wall with only about ten centimeters of wall feet, making it a relatively independent space. In this way, only the visual barrier function on the surface can be maintained. Once a little force is applied, the decayed wooden boards coiled on the broken wall will immediately break.

The slave settlement area is equivalent to the slums in other cities.

The tall brick walls surrounded the entire slave settlement area. Sentinels patrol back and forth on the wall top channel for 24 hours. If there was a slight change, the heavy machine guns set up on the tower immediately opened fire with the guidance of the searchlight, and knocked those who wanted to climb over the wall and escape from the city into flesh.

The Bloodstone City defense system has been fully taken over by the Yinyue City Guards. On both sides of the main passageway to enter the settlement area from the west, there are more than ten reinforced concrete warning towers with a height of more than 30 meters. The middle of the intersection is not equipped with yellow and black poles like other cities, but directly pushes down two four-story old buildings near the road, blocking the spacious streets to only a five-meter gap. As for this part, it must be kept unobstructed at any time, and it must prevent the slaves from climbing out. It is bound by two thick wood and steel bars, with a circle of sharp and sharp barbed wire wrapped on the surface. At least ten people need to exert force together to occupy the slowly moving triangle-shaped refusal frame.

Two sharp lights cut through the deep darkness. A huge heavy off-road vehicle slowly drove through the passage where the roadblock had just been moved away under the sentry's gaze. The roaring engine drove the tires to crush two neatly patterned ruts on the ground, getting longer and longer, slowly driving towards the depths of the slave residential area shrouded in boundless darkness.

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The ice and snow that had accumulated over a winter had already begun to melt. They penetrated the soil and were soaked in dryness, but the roads didn't feel muddy at all. On the ground of the passages leading to slave huts, what caught my eye was charred cinders and small pieces of gravel spread out in a series of scattered pieces.

The slave settlement area is always associated with words such as chaos, dirtyness, violence, etc. From the time the off-road vehicle entered the access entrance, countless pairs of eyes hidden in the dark were staring at these uninvited guests who suddenly appeared. Lin Xiang seemed to be unaware of this peeping without any kindness. He stepped on the accelerator hard, causing the crazy-turning engine to make a deafening roar, completely breaking the seemingly peaceful tranquility of the slave settlement area.

The wheels stormed over the ground, and the wide and solid rubber surfaces squeezed each other with the gravel cinders, making a terrifying friction sound. When it was about ten meters away from the target building, Lin Xiang stepped on the brakes hard, and the off-road vehicle turned around with a beautiful tail, shoveled its head, shoveled a large piece of gravel scum on the ground, and stopped steadily at the top of the fan figure swept out by the wheels.

According to the label of the slave distribution area of ​​Bloodstone City, all the mine slaves from the Red Republic Army lived in this dilapidated three-story old building with a collapsed and broken top floor.

Few people would enter the slave settlement at night. This is a paradise of darkness and sin. During the reign of Sosbia, if you must enter the area to handle affairs, you must be equipped with at least 200 fully armed soldiers. Otherwise, even if you have guns in your hands, the scattered guards would be torn to pieces by the swarming slaves. In this case, the previous city lord Chebman and the officials assigned by the Luton family usually remain silent - slaves have rules for slaves. If a large-scale defection occurs, the city lord can of course order the army to suppress them in full. However, such small frictions involving only individuals will be involved, and the senior managers will not care about it at all. The number of slaves in Bloodstone City is too many. They use the ore they dig every day for food, and the area is completely decided by the slave mine bullies. They control the ore production, and driven by interests, the guards stationed in each exit are also secretly trading with the slaves.

Chebman could not kill all the slaves, and he could not explain to Bergson in doing so. Sosbia needed ore, and cruelty and heavy punishment would only make the situation in Bloodstone City worse. Compared with the lives of several people and the huge ore production, he could only choose the latter.

Cigarettes, candies, canned food, wine... Almost all living materials circulating in the wasteland world can be found in the slave area. Of course, these things do not come from daily rations, but the result of exchange of ore hidden secretly with guards under the arrangement of the mine tyrant. This kind of trade is equivalent to a black market, and soldiers cannot mobilize vehicles to transport ore to obtain profits. Tracing the source, the driving force behind the hidden is actually those managers who are closely related to the Luton family.

More and more slaves surrounded them from all directions, and the eyes cast from their eyes were full of hostility and were uncovered. Lin Xiang pulled up the off-road rider brake expressionlessly, pulled out the key, pushed open the cab door and jumped off. The other two guards sitting in the secondary seat and inside the carriage followed closely behind. The three people faced the small building, forming a sharp triangle.

The slaves' eyes ejaculated with flames of intertwined greed and hatred, and their dark and thin faces showed a wolf-like ferocity. They talked excitedly in a low voice, quickly pouring from all directions, forming a circle about five or six meters away from off-road vehicles and Lin Xiang. Later, people quickly handed weapons such as sticks and steel pipes forward. Several particularly thick guys waved the steel pipes with excitement. The sound of the wind blew up made the crowd around them clearly feel the existence of power, and suddenly burst into laughter that could not be said what the meaning of the word.

Three people, one car, carry only a few pistols... It was simply unimaginable that such insignificant armed forces dared to enter the slave settlement area during the reign of Chebman.

But it is no wonder that Sosbia established the Bloodstone City on the desolate ruins. The supervisors of the Luton family are more familiar with the character of slaves than anyone else. Except for the occasional recruits who accidentally entered the slave area and were killed due to curiosity, the others even traded with each other, collected ore according to time limits, distributed bread and drinking water, would set up machine guns on nearby walls, and complete the necessary tasks every day like facing a great enemy.

Lin Xiang looked coldly at the slaves who were like wolves and tigers surrounding him, and arrogantly moved the joints of his shoulders and head and neck. The extremely tough combat suit was tightly tightly on his body, showing smooth muscle lines, full of strength, but it did not make people feel as strong as rocky. The entire body that meets the standard golden section reveals a perfect combination of strength and flexibility.

Lin Xiang had a gloomy face and pulled the m500 with a thick exit from the belt on the waist. The Sosbian captive once said that the slave area was full of chaos and danger, but he always attributed this to the evil consequences caused by the Luton family's internal greed and external restraint. It was not until he was really in that he accidentally discovered that the prisoners of war said that he did not exaggerate at all.

But, even if it is really dangerous, so what?

Thinking of this, Lin Xiang took a deep breath. The sound of inhaling seemed to be hoarse and rough as if it was filled with foreign objects, and then exhaled again. The sound of exhaling was also long, hoarse, full of extremely dangerous signals.

"Bang-"

The huge gunshot sound from m500 suddenly sounded in the narrow space. The deafening roar of gunfire brought a series of "buzzing" sounds in people's ears, and then the air quickly filled with pungent smell of gunpowder. A slave who rushed in the front, the closest to the strongest body, had his entire head broken, and his uncontrollable body shook left and right and could fall down at any time. A ball that was dragged by nerves and ligaments, and was not blown away, staring at the ball, which was filled with countless bloodshot, showed extreme fear. The sudden change caused the slaves standing around to panic. They shouted and pushed. Amid the argument and noise, several slaves crowded in the crowd seized the opportunity to grab the limbs of the deceased, held them high above their heads, and quickly carried the entire body away from the top of the crowd.
Chapter completed!