I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

On the body of the husband who gradually lost his temperature, the woman desperately tried to warm him with his body temperature, saving his life that was disappearing. ¥f,.

"I love you."

"No, no, I won't let you go." The tears of the bean slid off the woman's cheek and dripped on the cotton-padded soaked with blood.

"Sorry"

"I don't want you to apologize! I don't want it!" The heartbreaking cry did not retain the temperature that was getting cold.

Looking away from the two, Locke looked at his peers confusedly and didn't understand what he meant.

"It’s too boring to kill directly. Man, you haven’t experienced the essence of abuse.” Wang Ping patted his shoulders and grinned.

"Oh?" Locke picked an eyebrow and put the gun in his arms. "You come."

Wang Ping took the gun and sneered, ignoring the woman who looked at him with anger and timidly, and turned to the crowd.

"Pig, let me listen. Now, whoever comes up, qj her, I will give him freedom."

The crowd was commotion, but no one came forward.

Locke looked at his peers inexplicably. He didn't understand what it means to look at the two human matings.

Yes, it is "two". In the eyes of the mutants, human beings are just livestock. In addition to the sporadic memories, they will not be as gluttonous as the cannibals. They will not be cruel, only to obtain pleasure from the mourning human beings.

"Nobody? If I remember correctly, this woman is pretty good in your aesthetics." Wang Ping said with a rifle, slowly.

"Do you have any meaning?" Locke confused.

"Of course. Buddy, learn. In addition to killing, there are many ways to unearth their inner despair."

Wang Ping smiled slyly, rubbing his dry lips and looking at the woman who was watching him back in fear.

"On the husband's icy bones, under the eyes of his son, he was insulted by countless people. How desperate the expression would be. Just thinking about it is exciting. The meaning of civilization exists, Isn't it just to bloom the brilliance of the savage savage? Hahahaha!"

The ridiculous laughter was deafening, and even the pine snow on the tree shattered. It was transmitted several kilometers away.

Locke looked at the sick smile on his face, and his face showed an excited expression.

"shit, you are a genius, oh no, demon! You must be an artist before you live."

"Who knows?" smiled. Wang Ping pointed his gun at the man closest to him. "You, go to her."

The man swallowed, biting his teeth and said with a hard scalp.

"I can not do it."

boom!

Like a piece of paper, it fell to the ground. The man’s face maintained the expression of resistance before his death, and there was an incredible amount of change that could not be changed.

"Next." Wang Ping smiled and pointed the gun at the man behind him, the middle-aged man with his bleeding arm.

Trembling, the middle-aged man moved forward two steps. However, in the end, it fell to the ground.

"I"

boom!

Wang Ping did not give him the opportunity to **** nonsense, and directly shot his skull.

Red and white splashed on the ground, even spilled on the person behind him.

Wang Ping raised his chin and aimed at the next person.

Perhaps it was stimulated by the horror of the predecessors, the third person just hesitated, taking a trembling pace, buried his head and ran to the woman.

"Sorry, please forgive me." The eyes turned against the light, and the man did not dare to look at the expression on the woman's face, and reached out to her collar.

"No. No." The woman's eyes were desperately wide.

However, the man did not pay attention to her desperate struggle, completely abandoned the restraint and dignity that civilization should have, and pushed her down on the body that gradually lost its temperature.

He desperately comforted himself in his heart, if not. He will die. It is not his intention to do so.

Wang Ping looked at the man's move with satisfaction, and the pleasure of smashing the civilization by hand made him excited to tremble. Locke, who stood by and studied, was also wide-eyed, and he had just become a mutant for two years. He was the first to see how this was a pleasure besides violence.

Wang Ping raised his gun. Pointing to the next person, preparing to speak, but heard the exclamation of the sentinel.

"What is that?!" The mutant who carried the rifle leaned his head and reached for the black spot in the sky.

Wrinkled, Wang Ping looked to the sky: "What East?"

boom!

Mixed with thick smoke, snow covered like an avalanche, rolled up to the crowd.

After being smashed by the air, people threw down the cement bags and steel bars in their hands, or fled to the nearby bunkers, or fell to the ground.

The mutants armed with rifles have not stopped because their situation is also not very optimistic.

"Damn, what is that!"

Climbing up from the ground, Wang Ping looked at the smoke a dozen meters away in amazement, and hoped to look at the sky.

The bloodthirsty pupil tightened, and a rare fear emerged.

"Direct hit."

A report from the ground sniper came from the ear. As a result of the preparation of the crew, Jiang Chen is naturally a communication channel that can share the crew.

"Playing beautiful!" Jiang Chen snorted and gave the gunner a thumbs up.

The wind rushed over the door of the cabin, and the orange chemical suit creaked in the cold wind. The gunner wearing a radiation mask turned over and thanked Jiang Chen for his nod and thanked him. Then he kept picking up the 10kg quality bomb from the side and slammed it into the magazine. The coil began to charge. can.

At this moment, Jiang Chen’s hand is holding a tablet, and the flashing picture on the tablet is the entire battlefield. The camera at the bottom of the helicopter, the bird's-eye view is completely presented in front of his commander.

The green spots lurking in the small town three kilometers away are the light infantry of the fish bone base. Five hunting tigers lie behind the bunker of the building, revealing only the carriages carrying the fifty-type electromagnetic guns. The carriage was covered with white tarpaulin, which made the carriage blend with the snow behind it, leaving only the barrel of the black hole.

The red dot in the distance is naturally the enemy unit marked by the sniper, while the gray point is the civilian.

And the fluttering smoke is the truck that was just destroyed by the cannon. The four-unit air defense machine gun placed on the truck was still able to vent its firepower in the future, and it was smashed into iron **** by a preemptive strike.

The mutant who lost the air defense force fled.

Jiang Chen looked down on it all.

It’s like playing a game.

By the way, this command system tied to the camera at the bottom of the helicopter is Yao Yao's masterpiece.

"The significance of the existence of civilization is not to sanction barbarism?"

As if in response to the screaming, Jiang Chen said to himself that he whispered.

Since the **** of death has reached the battlefield, then please let these scums die.

The gaze gazing down on the screen of the escaping figure, his fingers poked at the red dot on the screen.

Hey!

The triangular-shaped barrel of the tube flashed a blue electric light, and the squeaking squeaking sounded slowly.

The orange-red arc blasted to the ground, and the shell blew through the sound barrier, almost overwhelming the swaying north wind. (To be continued.)