Chapter 166 Shrimp and Pork Heart
Two days.
It took two days to condense two seven torture instruments.
At the gathering place No. 9, outside the old air-raid shelter, there were densely packed refugees.
Their hands were tied with ropes, their faces were full of panic, and they sat on the ground like animals.
"Leader."
"Leader."
As Yang Feng walked along, the soldiers in charge of guarding knelt on one knee.
There are not many newcomers recently, but any soldier who has seen the tyrant's methods will firmly engrave this unforgettable figure in his heart.
Every failure makes one wiser.
The oolong incident made everyone suffer a lot, and it is difficult for such a thing to happen again in the future.
"What are you doing?"
Yang Feng asked indifferently.
"Report to the leader."
"Sister Su and Brother Long worked together to clear all the nearby camps."
"All the survivors have been arrested and are waiting for the results to be announced together."
The guard soldier answered respectfully, and at the same time pointed to the evolvers kneeling at the front of the team and continued to explain.
"Those evolvers are the leaders in the camp."
I see.
Long Er and Su Manman were very obedient.
In order to prevent the flies from continuing to "buzz" and disturb the leaders, a bloody cleanup was launched.
Prisoners!!
There were more than a thousand prisoners outside, all tied up and placed in the open space outside.
"Not bad efficiency."
Yang Feng nodded and continued to walk out.
"Leader Daddy!"
Zero was the first to find Yang Feng, and jumped back to his father.
"Hush."
Yang Feng made a gesture to silence the nearby soldiers, and continued to walk forward with Zero to the vicinity of the built platform.
Su Manman was speaking on the platform.
"I'm sorry."
"We killed a lot of people."
"The death of those rebels was ugly, but there was nothing we could do about it."
Su Manman exuded a powerful aura, and her terrifying momentum shocked the refugees. Her eyes were full of coldness and cruelty, like a high judge.
She has experienced a lot.
The once innocent and kind little girl embarked on a road of no return in the killing step by step.
Su Manman unconsciously developed the majesty of a superior, and it was the extremely bloody and cruel kind.
"Eat shit!!"
"The tyrant killed my relatives, plundered my resources, and destroyed our home."
"You lackeys of the tyrant, all of you will die a miserable death."
An evolver kneeling on the ground seemed to have anger burning in his eyes. The clearing operation was too bloody, leaving him alone.
Crack, crack, crack.
Su Manman's abdomen split open.
A terrifying greedy mouth appeared, and the slippery long tongue popped out, wrapping the man's entire body, and then suddenly pulled him to the platform.
Crunch, crunch, crunch.
The greedy mouth chewed, and the sound of flesh and blood rubbing was so harsh, and from time to time large pieces of crimson slurry sprayed out.
Those who had the heart of resistance were full of indignation, but they did not dare to say another word.
"Why don't you listen to my conditions first?"
Su Manman raised her voice in front of more than a thousand refugees.
"Gathering Point No. 9 has enough food and resources."
"Gathering Point No. 9 is not afraid of zombies and alien species, and everyone's safety can be guaranteed."
"Open your eyes and take a good look at me."
"Is what I said true?!"
Su Manman pointed to the air-raid shelter. The survivors of Gathering Point No. 9 had much better living conditions.
Many tents were standing in a row.
People slept in their own little nests. Although the conditions were a bit simple, they were also their own little homes.
Many people set up pots and cooked all kinds of food. The smell of rice wafted out of the air-raid shelter, and even occasionally you could see luxurious meat products.
Looking at each other.
Whispering.
The refugees discussed in a low voice.
Most of the survivors in the camps lived a life of hunger and fullness.
They were like cockroaches, struggling to survive in the cracks. If they were lucky, they could find some leftovers, but if they were unlucky, they would have to starve.
The time was almost right.
Su Manman immediately dropped another bombshell.
"More than that."
"Gathering Point No. 9 will send refugees to the shelter regularly."
Su Manman's words immediately made more than a thousand refugees completely excited.
Shelter?
The tyrant could actually transport refugees back to the shelter.
That was the last hope of mankind, and it was definitely the dream of everyone.
Legend... the shelter would distribute food every day.
Legend... the shelter was a super city, where order and civilization still existed.
Legend... there were shops, bars, job opportunities, and entertainment facilities in the shelter.
Disaster broke out.
The end of the world came.
More than a month had passed, and the rescue operation had already failed, and people could only be trapped in the city and survive.
The opportunity to go to the shelter was definitely the dream of all survivors! !
"Pah."
"I don't believe it."
"If you can go to the shelter, why are you still staying in this shabby place?"
There was a voice of opposition in the crowd, and what he said made a lot of sense.
Pie in the sky?
Just like those stock speculation experts, who spread news on the Internet every day, if it is really so effective, do experts still need to cheat stock investors to make money? ?
"That's right!"
"There is a gathering camp in the west, which also claims to be able to send people to the shelter."
"What was the result?"
"They slaughtered all the refugees, and then dried them into sausages, which became food reserves."
Many people came out to sing the opposite tune, and there have been precedents.
Humanity has been lost.
Some gathering places are completely human inns.
They deceived a large number of survivors, and then slaughtered the refugees like animals, which is really crazy.
"Humph."
Su Manman snorted coldly.
She then took out a stack of photos and threw them at the crowd.
"These are the photos of the first batch of survivors."
"This is the second batch, the third batch, and the fourth batch."
Su Manman showed those photos to everyone, and the content was even more explosive.
Shelter base!!
Every batch of survivors from the No. 9 gathering place will take photos in front of the base gate after going to the shelter.
This is the most effective proof.
The families and loved ones of those soldiers were all safely escorted to the shelter, with smiles on everyone's face.
I have to believe it.
The evidence is right in front of us.
"Really!"
"They really sent people to the shelter."
"This, this, this... this is too awesome, the number of people sent there is more than a thousand."
People widened their eyes, the light of hope flickered, and they fantasized that they would be sent to the base one day.
However.
Even so, there are still some nitpickers who make sarcastic sounds.
"Now the photo editing technology is so advanced."
"These photos may be fake."
"That's right, I think it's photoshopped, all fake evidence."
A few people continued to sing the opposite tune.
In the era of peace and order, keyboard warriors can be safe and sound, and become conspicuous bags in the crowd, appearing to be unique.
But now...
"What a humor."
"Those few people, catch them first."
Su Manman snorted coldly, and the impatient soldiers caught those nitpickers on the platform.
"These people are against sending you to the shelter."
"What to do, decide for yourself."
Shrimp and pork heart.
Su Manman let the refugees deal with it themselves, and the boiling crowd was full of red light.
"Kill!!"
"Kill!!"
"Kill!!"
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