Chapter 58: The rioters

Men and women are the two major components of civilized society.

Lin Xiang has seen many women, but no one has ever released a terrifying and cruel aura like the one in front of him.

Rather than saying that she is a human being, she is a mother beast that is choosing people to eat.

Lin Xiang's muscles suddenly tightened. Just as he pulled out the shotgun that was inserted into his backpack and was about to raise the muzzle and pull the trigger hard, a crisp gunshot suddenly came from the end of the opposite lane. The ferocious woman's figure suddenly stopped. Her hair was scattered and her head was like a ripe watermelon. Under the squeezing of unbearable force, she exploded with a "boom".

Locke, wearing a combat uniform, stood opposite the alley, holding an improved m9ff pistol to aim at Lin Xiang's direction. Under the high-rolled cuffs, a shiny layer of light appeared, and a layer of oily light appeared on the copper-colored skin.

"Take blood, extract the sample-" With the order, several Emma guards waiting beside him rushed forward quickly, pressing the corpse that was still twitching on the ground. A medical officer with a red cross on his left arm opened the first aid kit beside him, took out a thick glass syringe, and stabbed the hard and sharp needle into the chest of the female corpse.

Lock took out a cigarette from his pocket, turned on the lighter, and popped up a light blue flame. He approached the cigarette butt and lit it. He took a hard breath, strode to Lin Xiang, stared at him with a sinister look, and laughed sarcastically, "How about it, aren't you scared?"

Lin Xiang did not answer, but turned his head and looked at the corpse on the ground from the gap in the other party's shoulder: "Her behavior is very strange. What's going on?"

"A dirty mutant creature—"

Lock turned around, cleared his throat, bulged his cheek high, spit out a mouthful of thick phlegm accurately on the female corpse's exploded neck, and said disdainfully: "It has killed six people in the city, and all the bodies have been eaten. If you are half a second later, you will become the seventh victim. Hehehehe! Boy, you are lucky."

"There is another question." Feeling the unconcealed provocation in the other party's words, Lin Xiang couldn't help frowning: "Who are you?"

Locke grinned and took out his mercenary captain from his pocket to prove: "Look carefully, I am your boss. Put away your arrogant and arrogant attitude, don't think that you can be as proud as an early rooster with paint and a few red potions. Without my approval, you will be unable to move in Emma City."

As he said that, he looked at the A-level mercenary nameplate on Lin Xiang’s neck with contempt, and said gloomyly and coldly: “All the mercenaries in Sosbia in this area are under my jurisdiction. You are no exception.”

Lin Xiang glanced at him without saying a word. He walked sideways around from the empty space and walked straight to the entrance of the opposite alley.

It's meaningless to not argue with such a person.

Looking at the figure gradually fading away, Rock's face full of tyranny and meanness suddenly showed a meaningful sneer. He shouted at Lin Xiang's back: "Don't think that if you are covered by Gliffiz, you can be unscrupulous. According to regulations, all mercenaries under Sosbia's name must accept three tasks assigned by the company every year. If you refuse or fail to complete, any level of mercenary qualification will be forced to be dismissed. If you still want to continue to retain the small iron piece representing strength and reputation, it is best to obey my arrangements honestly-"

What constitutes this world is not only stones and soil, but also the dense vegetation on which vegetarian animals depend for survival. In order to survive and develop, humans in the old era unscrupulously cut down forests at will. The exposed soil turns the green planet into a pale and yellow barren land. Perhaps, the poor plants whose branches were sawed down and only bare stumps were also cursing the creatures that ruined themselves at all times!

Starting from Emma City, leaving the blue area forest area, and walking for more than 30 kilometers northwest, it is a gentle and undulating wilderness.

On the map, this is part of the Yellow District.

The vegetation here is very sparse, and the varieties are mostly drought-resistant. The ground covered with gravel and weathered rock fragments makes it difficult to lock in enough water. Occasionally, there are a few huge rocks that are protruding from the semi-buried strata at strange angles, adding more murderous atmosphere to this empty wilderness.

Lin Xiang was carrying a heavy g180s cross-body, took off the kettle at his waist, unscrewed the lid, and slowly poured the cool water into his dry throat.

Although it is winter, the temperature here is much higher than other places. The climate disorder caused by the big explosion makes the climate in special areas often the opposite of the season. The wind blowing through the wilderness is very cold, but it does not carry any water vapor. Plants that cannot be moisturized by precipitation and falling snow can only continue to endure it. Only in the soaking of the pouring rainy season can you taste the long-lost sweetness again.

Locke was holding a bullet-filled assault rifle, standing straight behind a rock nearly two meters high like a flagpole. His short gray hair tilted down the sides of his forehead, and his deep concave eye socket half-covered by the high brow bow emitted a bloodthirsty look like a wolf.

Dozens of mercenaries with the Sosbia company's unicorn lion logo on their left arm were scattered around. They squat or stand, leaning against a few small rocks to form cover. While sorting out the weapons in their hands, they waited for the commander to issue new orders.

These mercenaries have the strength of strengthening at level 2 or above. Judging from the aura Lin Xiang sensed, except for a few mercenaries with particularly strong figures, particularly developed muscles, and heavy firepower weapons such as machine guns, most of the specialties of others are speed or vision range. The weapons in their hands are assault rifles suitable for medium and melee combat, as well as large-caliber sniper rifles that are popular among those with special vision.

The wilderness directly ahead has no obstacles to block the view. Apart from a few cylindrical cactus growing alone among the sand, there are only thatched houses with a round cone roof hundreds of meters away. With the perception and visual distance of the two-star parasites in Lin Xiang, it is not difficult to find that as many as hundreds of humans gathered in various houses.

If it weren't for the purpose of protecting his A-level mercenary status, he wouldn't have carried out this mission with Locke.

Just as Wang Biao said, Yinyue Town needs to obtain medicines, weapons, salt and other daily necessities before it can continue to exist. Mercenaries who are recognized by Sosbia can buy these things at relatively preferential prices, and can also enjoy privileges that some ordinary people cannot get in trades that exchange goods.

The sun slowly shifted westward from the position above his head, and the half-cold and unheated air was so dry that it was breathless. Looking at the blurred and recognizable conical roof on the horizon in the distance, Locke's lip line as hard as a rock suddenly cracked a sneer full of sarcasm. He raised his right hand high and waved heavily towards the front. The mercenaries who had been waiting for a long time spread out to the surroundings, carefully and secretly approaching the long-locked target in their respective directions.

Lin Xiang followed Locke slowly. From time to time, mercenaries passed by, glanced at him, always filled with mean coldness and joking contempt.

No one could feel the special aura of evolving people or strengthening people emitted from him. Naturally, he was classified as an ordinary person without supernatural powers by all mercenaries.

In this world full of violence and cruelty, ordinary people, like women, are synonyms for the weak.

No one wants to hand over their backs to a weak person. Especially on the battlefield, doing so is tantamount to suicide.

All the mercenaries were afraid of Lin Xiang, and no one was willing to form a team with him. Some of the guys who were very self-esteem even looked at his clothes and equipment with malicious intentions, secretly thinking about whether they should find a proper opportunity, and shot him from behind and took everything for themselves.

This is the law of survival in the new world, and there is no immorality.

"Follow me, don't get lost--" Locke turned his head and looked at Lin Xiang who was slightly retreating with dissatisfaction. He waved the gun in his hand impatiently.

With a wry smile, Lin Xiang shook his head and accelerated his pace. Although the mercenary captain's attitude was rough and arrogant, his intention was very obvious - he did not want him, a "rookie" who obtained the qualification of a mercenary by selling potions, to die in vain, or to be plotted against by malicious veterans.

Lin Xiang has investigated that Locke is an evolved human with a strength of up to level 8 or above, and is also the most powerful existence in the entire team.

A rookie with no superpowers is hard to die when following the powerful eight-level evolved person.

"This is a person who looks rough and cold on the outside but has soft and warm on the inside..." Lin Xiang silently made a conclusion for Locke.

A few minutes later, the sneaking team slowly approached the edge of the village. Through the high-power scope on the sniper rifle, the target of this combat mission could be clearly seen - the humans who were wandering back and forth between the houses.

Theirs are not tall, but they are very strong, and they can even be said to be too strong. The extremely developed muscles support the medium and slightly short body extremely full. The skin color is very dark, between copper and black, especially the often exposed parts of the shoulders and upper arms, which are almost as black as coal. Everyone has a lot of scars on their bodies, and their hair is as dirty and messy as hard steel bristles. There are very few clothes on their bodies, mostly just a pair of coarse shorts or a simple cloth. Some people are even naked, and on the surface of the skin that has no cover at all, they are tattooed with an inexplicable gray-white tattoo of the body. This may be an ancient totem worship or a non-art decoration, but its only function is to make those faces look more ferocious and terrifying.

"Who are they?" Lin Xiang turned his eyes away from the scope and asked in confusion.

"……mob!"

The muscles on Locke's face were twitching violently, his eyes that were squeezed and deformed, staring at the black figure walking back and forth between the thatched huts. Between his trembling lips, he vented out syllables that seemed to be suppressed for a long time and did not want to say.

"Mob?" Lin Xiang looked at him in confusion.

"They are the scum of the human world. No, they are not even worthy of being called humans at all, but are forgotten by God in the toilet and fucked hard. Do you know why they are so strong? Because they eat everything, rotten corpses, mutated monsters, dirty bugs, and even the unedible residues in the feces, they will eat them as the most delicious thing. The radiation index in these guys is amazingly high. They will attack all human settlement areas, kill all residents, and fill their stomachs with the dead's bodies as food. They enjoy this, and they will not let go of women and children. These lowly creatures should have been eliminated or extinct naturally, but their adaptability is stronger than cockroaches and their reproductive ability is terrible. The only thing we can do is to do our best to reduce their number."

As he said that, Locke pulled Feng Ji hard on the neckline, revealing his strong muscles covered with black chest hair, spat hard on the ground, picked up the assault rifle in his hand, and strode towards the mob village in the distance.

The mercenaries scattered around attacked the village from the 180-degree positive plane. The crisp and dense sound of the automatic rifle sounded almost at the same time, completely breaking the tranquility of the wilderness.

The mob responded quickly. The years of experience wandering on the radiant land made these savages instinctively sense the dangers of approaching. They rushed into their respective houses, grabbed their weapons and leaned behind hard walls and rocks, and fought back against the approaching mercenaries.

Locke, with a stubble face, walked in front of the front of the village at a speed that the naked eye could not capture, and jumped directly behind several mobs hiding behind the house and shooting. Under the other party's incredible gaze, he grinned and pulled the trigger of the assault rifle.

With level 8 evolutionary abilities, Locke's speed is at least eight times higher than that of ordinary people.

This is an advantage, but it is not enough to control the entire battle situation.

Hundreds of mobs holding simple weapons rushed out of the passage in the middle of the village. They divided into teams, and under the cover of mobs at various defense points, they let out a terrifying roar, holding cold weapons such as knives, forks, sticks, and approached from the corners of the earthen walls and houses. Once they broke into the mercenary, they suddenly burst out and slashed with sharp blades when the other party caught off guard.

Their power is very powerful, and even the enhanced mercenaries cannot resist this barbaric and violent force. Fortunately, the bullets fired from a long distance offset the dangers of hand-to-hand combat. As a machine gun was brought to the roof and shot down from a high point towards the entire village, more and more mobs began to give up their resistance. They raised their weapons high above their heads, curled up in the corners of the house, and used fear and hatred to rush back and forth to these strangers who suddenly rushed into their residence to kill and kill.

"The machine gun blocked the intersection, and went to a few people to block the escape route from behind. Handled all the surrendered people to me. Those who dared to resist would kill them--"

Locke's body was covered with blood, and the red liquid splashed on his face made his appearance look even more ferocious. He pulled up the butt stock, smashed the head of a surrendered mob hard, kicked the cracked head away like a ball, and yelled with gritted teeth: "Open your eyes and pay attention to searching for all corners, and never let one go--"

When he approached a thatched house, he bent down and leaned in and took a closer look. Suddenly, a rapid flow of air suddenly came from behind his head. Before he could think too much, he subconsciously rolled to the left to avoid it. A tall mob, holding the sharp wooden fork, rushed towards him hard. Locke quickly raised his gun and shot him. At the same time, the corner of his eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a naked female mob rushing out from behind the house, with the sharp spear in his hand and two dirty big breasts shaking back and forth in front of his chest, and at the same time, he rushed down at himself.

Locke's mind was blank, and he watched the sharp gun tip get closer but unable to avoid it. Looking at the fat female mob, he murmured and cursed-"This woman is so fucking ugly."

"Bang--"

Shocking and ruthless gunfire sounded from the entrance of the village, and the huge impact bullet hit the female mob's chest. The power of the explosion tore the two breasts to pieces, and the short, thick and fat body was brought back and suddenly turned over, and fell on the dry ground like a dead dog. Large pieces of blood slowly oozed out from the center of two shaking thick and fat legs, forming a small ditch twisting back and forth in the mud and sand.

Lock struggled to stand up from the ground, looked at the dead body next to him in disbelief, then turned around and looked at the direction where the bullets came. Only saw Lin Xiang, who had a calm expression, stood on the grass roof with his legs spread apart, with a flat end in front of him pointing at his position.

Any sniper can easily kill the target at this distance. However, to accurately grasp the opportunity to save a life at that critical moment, it requires not only luck, but more, skills, strength and wisdom.

"No wonder Glyfiz would give this kid a Class A license. The fat man's eyes are indeed much more ruthless than mine."

Rubbing his sore arms, Locke slowly walked to Lin Xiang. He used a much more relaxed, obviously with admiration and gratitude, but he was still mixed with his usual arrogance and arrogant tone: "Boy, your marksmanship is very good. How many have you killed?"

"One." Lin Xiang looked at him seriously and pressed a bullet into the empty gun chamber.

"Only one?" Locke frowned incomprehensiblely: "You should kill more. You should know that the reputation of mercenaries is earned by killing people. Especially the garbage among these humans, the more you kill, the better."
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