Battle Frenzy

They are very fast, although they can't be compared with new humans, but the limbs are used together, at least much faster than the average person. At this time, it is like a locust rushing on the high garbage mountain. Look for everything you can use, and the most important food. Dust ↖ ↗ ↗ √ ??

The tramp who had been sleeping next to him joined in the first time. Compared with the mutant refugees around him, his skill is undoubtedly more agile, his strength is greater, his revival is faster, and those mutants are far away from him. It seems that he had suffered from his suffering before, and he was somewhat afraid of him.

Soon, he actually found a canned luncheon meat, which was already empty, and the residue was covered with a layer of green mold, which gave off a pungent smell. For refugees, this is already The top of the delicious, countless pairs of eyes that just looked at him when they were afraid, they all became green and sturdy.

The tramp put his fingers into the cans and pulled out a musty luncheon meat. The pungent smell made the surrounding mutants unable to hold back.

"Hey!" There are two mutated people from his nearest madness, and they have forgotten the lessons of the past, leaving only half of the cans in their eyes.

boom!

The tramp smashed out and the power on his legs was amazing. He directly flew the guy on the left. At the same time, the mutant on the right has already rushed to his back.

Perhaps it was always hungry, the tramp that seemed to be quite strong was actually thrown in, the two arms full of abscesses, stinking arms desperately pulled the tramp's neck and pulled back, the tramp stood not Steady, he was pulled down, and there were more, seven or eight people screaming in the eyes of crazy redness at the same time.

Wrench, pull the foot, bite the lower mouth, these mutants are crazy like a beast.

"Ah, ah, ah!" The eyes of the tramp also became red in an instant, as if to vent the silence of these days.

There is a soul in his body, it turned out to be a soul-casting warrior, a powerful force poured into the left hand, and even the mutant person hanging on his arm was dragged up and swept out.

Hey!

There were three or four mutants on him who were swept away by him. The tramp was mad. The arms that held his neck made him almost suffocate. He had a big bite and a bite. The arm bites out a large hole, and the smudged, green and scented blood suddenly splatters, and the mutant person screams and the strength of the hand is slightly reduced.

The tramp stood up, and the left hand squatted from the neck of the mutant man behind him and pulled forward.

boom!

I knocked down four or five people, but I couldn’t help the mutants who had been stimulated by the taste of luncheon meat. Four or five people were surrounded by all directions, and more mutants were rushing in their eyes. Crazy killing.

This tramp has been here for more than ten days. I have robbed a lot of things that should belong to them. I am angry with these mutants. I just can’t beat him before, but now everyone is eyeing him. With the stimulation of luncheon meat, this group of people has a lot of heart.

More people rushed up, biting or smashing or grabbing, and wanted to tear the tramp. This tramp was obviously practiced, but it was not refined. At the beginning, there were some rules to resist, and I could see some fists. Within, the number of people who can be besieged is increasing. When the physical exertion and exhaustion pile up, his shots are already chaotic, and he is quickly bitten and bruised.

In this crazy atmosphere, either kill the enemy or be killed by the enemy!

The tramp is also mad, and the shot may not have the rules, but he is strong and flexible, and he is more embarrassed than the mutants who survived in the garbage for a lifetime!

A mutant person bit his arm. He blushes and immediately bites back and bites the stinking ear of the man. A mutant person holds his thigh, and his crazy body is pressed, no matter what else he is. Attack, waving his fist and directly bombing the mutant's chest into a deformed depression.

The battle quickly came to an end, and the tramp was covered in blood, and there were also his mutants, both red and green.

He pressed on a mutant person, gasping for a long time, his body was shaking, and a large piece of rancid rotten meat was in his mouth, which was directly bitten from the face of the mutant.

The mutated person screamed at his face, and in the surrounding area, he had already fallen a dozen or so. The tramp spit the stinky rotten meat on the ground, and his eyes were filled with crazy red light, looking around.

Fierce gaze shot around, screaming at the mutated people who are still around, like silent roaring and demonstrating.

All the mutants were quiet, and they stopped at the pace of their eagerness, and no one dared to come up again.

The fear of the cross, the fear of being unwilling, the fear of being mad.

Even the carrion with the stench and the infinite virus dare to bite into the mouth. What else is he afraid to do? Even the mutants are not so crazy.

All the mutants have deep fears in their eyes. Their timidity is their consistent talent. They were just stimulated by food. They have always bullied the weak rather than challenged the strong.

The tramp, with his bruised and exhausted body, climbed up from the mutated face of the face, and he looked around, and where the eyes passed, all the mutants retreated.

Oh...

In front of all the mutants, he opened the luncheon canned meat, and after eating it all, even the canned shells were smashed, the mutated people drooled, and the eyes stared, but no one dared to make a little bit. The voice, the tramp seems to be full, or perhaps the battle just did not let him continue to look for strength.

He limped back to the place where he was sleeping, just beside the rubbish, then wrapped a broken blanket on his body and lay down.

Quietly around~www.novelmtl.com~ The tramp was listening to the movements around him. Soon, the voices of those who searched for garbage were heard again, as if the war had not existed.

"Oh..." There was a self-deprecating laughter in the wanderer's throat. In the **** red eyes, the light was dim and became turbid. It was all deep despair and hollow.

He closed his eyes.

There was a picture ten days ago in my mind.

"After the unanimous verdict of the Federal Parliament, the Tianjing Supervisory Authority, and dozens of jurors, the judgment is as follows."

"Ma Dong, theft of federal secrets, senior officials of the Institute of Bribery Dimensions, the organization of illegal new district construction, etc., deprived of their federal citizenship rights, deprived of all illegally acquired property, exiled the wilderness, ordered to leave Tianjing City within one day, and banned appeals. The judgment will take effect immediately!"

Finally, I walked out of the mildewed cell, the long-lost day, but Ma Dong’s mood was heavier than when he was in the cell.

(Two in one, ask for a monthly ticket, thank you!)