i'm the villain

Chapter 1052

Yang, who had re-arrived in the sixth district, lit a cigarette for himself after setting foot on the scorched land.

This time he didn't take anyone with him, even Bonnie was left in the base by him.

The bear child said that after Yang teleported over, he jumped up and wanted to follow him out, but was thrown back by Yang's leadership.

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The sixth district seems to be so groggy as Yongyun.

The sky is gray and slightly blood-red like the setting sun, and occasionally even some intertwined and flashing dazzling lightning can be seen, which is the effect of repeated superposition of radiant energy condensed in the clouds.

How much is a little panic.

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However, for Yang, who had experienced bloody baptism, the scene in front of him seemed rather childish.Compared with the bloody baptism, these are as harmless to humans and animals as the scenery on the green grassland.

And those free people in the sixth district.

These guys weren't affected by the world wars.

All the ecological patterns here have not been affected, because they are marginal characters who are accustomed to living in the heat of water. Needless to say, they are not good people in themselves, although they are not as bad as Yang to some extent. But compared to ordinary people, it is absolutely heinous.

This is the initial form of the sixth district.

If there is a more outrageous place than this, it may have to go to outer space to find alien civilizations.

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Eating, drinking, and violence are the normal life of all free people here.

They compete for weapons, women, resources.

Everything that can allow them to survive is the object of competition and trading.

Yang had already seen this point at Charles' rally.

It is worth mentioning that when he just woke up, some wonderful and interesting things happened with Zuo Ling on Charles' territory.

But that was all in the past, aside from this, the intersection between Yang and Zuo Ling has basically come to an end after Zuo Feng died in the outer universe, and there may even be no more ties between them. The chance to meet, Yang didn't even know if Zuo Ling survived the flames of this world war.

"It's a pity, it's a good-looking body."

Yang licked his tongue.

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Of course he didn't come to the sixth district to find Zuo Ling, but he just remembered this person when he saw the familiar scene in front of him.

The real purpose is those outsiders entrenched on the southeast coast of the sixth district.

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But before Yang started to move, he saw an armored vehicle roaring past on the horizon of the desert in the distance.

It seems that the posture... er, how to describe it, is like those people in Mad Max, almost the same style, yellow sand, heavy weapons, and heavy armor, the only difference is that no one is standing at the front of the car and playing the electric guitar.

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Yang first spotted the armored vehicle.

And the people on the armored vehicle also found Yang, a guy standing alone in the desert.

The armored vehicle roared and rushed towards Yang.

The people in the car were still roaring wildly, like a drunk racing party.

Yang saw two words from these guys, crazy.

Maybe only a bad environment like District Six can distort normal people like this.

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The roaring armored vehicle crashed directly towards Yang with a rumbling rumble, carrying countless yellow sand and weeds flying across.

When the huge metal horns on the front of the car were about ten centimeters away from the tip of Yang's nose, it stopped suddenly.

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The people in the car were still shrieking, as if they had just done something interesting.

They may not know that if they step on the brakes one second slower, the whole car will go to God.

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"newcomer?"

A bald head with pale skin protruded from the front of the car, and he shouted at Yang.

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Because of Yang's attire.

He stood in this world full of yellow sand like the western world, the neat clothes on his body were too conspicuous, and it seemed extremely out of place with the whole background.

It is impossible for anyone who has lived here to dress themselves like this, at least not with such clean clothes.

So the other party could tell at a glance that Yang was not an "old man" from the sixth district.

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"Hitch a ride?" Yang raised his head to look at the creepy bald head in the car.

But his raising his head also startled the other party.

"What the hell is this!"

The white bald ghost let out a cry.

The people in the car subconsciously thought that there was something wrong, and some even copied out weapons or something.

"The tattoo on this person's face is fucking terrifying." The bald head said, pointing at Yang.

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"cut…"

Everyone else rolled their eyes.

After making trouble for a long time, he saw the black cracks on Yang's face.

Yang thought that the other party recognized him, but on second thought, except for a few free people on the sixth district, most of them are in a state of very closed information, because the Weir people have completely sealed off the place. All information is transmitted and everything is monitored.

Therefore, very few people in District [-] can obtain first-hand information from the outside world. Even if there is, it can only be rumors. As for videos and pictures, there is no need to expect extravagant expectations. The resources here are scarce, and everyone is happy. Go down, don't mention electronic equipment and the like.

So even after the Roof of the World War, not many people in District [-] knew what Yang looked like now.

Many people have never seen what Yang looks like in real life, although those who have seen Yang's photos before will probably find it hard to think of Yang when they see this guy with half of his face covered with cracks.

Not to mention the few dead bastards in front of me.

They are all studying this "tattoo" on Yang's face.

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"Damn it's very creative!"

"It seems to be both avant-garde and sexy."

"It's a good thing you didn't smash his face into pieces or we wouldn't have seen a tattoo like this."

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What the dogs in the car said made me unable to complain.

It feels like these bs are all eating and waiting to die in the sixth district. It's the end of the world, so I really want to have nothing to do with them.

But it would be better if Yang wasn't recognized.

The most annoying thing about him now is that this face may be recognized wherever he goes.

After all, many of his videos and pictures have been broadcast repeatedly on major news channels since two years ago, so many people can recognize Yang's appearance. After all, he is one of the most dangerous people in this century... Oh no, After the war on the roof of the world, "one" can basically be removed.

Yang is the most dangerous figure in the human group.

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It is estimated that only these lunatics in the sixth district will not recognize him. Of course, part of the reason is also because of the cracks on his face.

After all, half of his face was covered with cracked black marks, so it was difficult to be recognized.

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"Hey boy, you just got here?"

The bald man in the car yelled at Yang.

He didn't seem to find the marks on Yang's face scary at all. On the contrary, the weirder the guy was, the more popular he was in the sixth district.

Because this is a world of freaks, if Yang looks like Fang Zhou and wears clean and tidy clothes, he may be regarded as a hunting target here.

The scarcity of resources in the sixth district is very serious. Yang has experienced this before. All the resources here, whether it is weapons, food or water, have no reproduction ability, and are just consuming the "stock" left over from the old world.

More than two years have passed. If it weren't for the fact that the number of criminals in the sixth district was small, the local resources here would have been exhausted long ago.

"Yes."

Yang answered the white bald head's words very calmly.

"Why?" The other party asked a very strange question.

"Maybe it's because people outside don't like my tattoos." Yang spread his hands and said.

"Then where are you going?" the other party asked Yang.

"There." Yang pointed to the direction of the southeast corner.

"Oh~ that's not a good place." The white bald man shook his head and said.

"It's better not to get close to that kind of place."

Others in the car also echoed.

"Boy, if you want to go to the north, maybe I can give you a ride. After all, I think you are very pleasing to the eye. We just bump into ordinary people. Go to the north. There are many interesting gatherings there, and there are many things you want An unexpected type of woman~"

"Fuck you bastard, just say what you say, don't have any other reactions, can you? It's up to me!"

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Yang could tell that the people in this car were all perverts.

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"I... am not discussing with you~"

Yang grinned.

His expression still looks so harmless.

But the meaning of what he said was not very friendly.

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Of course, he didn't intend to discuss with the other party. In fact, he originally planned to let the bear kid directly teleport himself to the Weil base, but Zach firmly opposed it. Since it is not far away, Yang can only settle in the outer area and find a way to get to the Welsh base by himself.

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"Wow ha ha ha ha, this kid really doesn't understand the situation. Listen, this is the sixth district. It's not the kind of place outside where you can scare people into obediently by showing your tattoo."

Someone in the car mocked unscrupulously.

But Yang didn't mean to talk nonsense with the other party.

He directly reached out, grabbed the front of the car and lifted the heavy front of the car.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

The white bald head on the car screamed crazily.

A group of people even started frantically looking for seat belts.

"Where's the seat belt?!? Ah!"

"It's already been dismantled and converted into an ashtray!"

"Neuropathy!"

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……

"I'm going south."

"I want this car."

Yang stood where he was, and slowly spit out these two sentences.

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"No problem, no problem at all, no fucking problem at all, I know the way to the south best, get in the car! I'll take you there now, but... please put the car down first... "The bald head in the car was talking extremely fast like a tongue twister.

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Yang took a step back and let go of his hand.

boom!
The car hit the ground directly, and yellow sand flew across the sky.

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Then Yang was not polite, and directly dragged a skinny ruffian who was flying leaves from the car, and sat on it by himself.

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"Uh, little monkey, wait for us here, and I'll pick you up later." The white bald head poked out from the car window and said to the dazed skinny ruffian.

Then he stepped on the accelerator, and the armored vehicle made a 180-degree turn in the desert, then left the yellow sand and roared towards the south.

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After getting into the car, Yang finally saw clearly what kind of strange creatures were stuffed in the car.

In addition to the white bald head driving, there is also a huge fat man who is gnawing on the thigh of an unknown animal. The whole car smells like barbecue. As for what kind of leg it is, Yang has no idea. It's clear, maybe it's some new species in the sixth area.

But it smells and tastes okay.

In addition to the fat man, there is also a man and a woman.

There are all kinds of metal rings nailed to the man's face. Yang can't understand the hobby of piercing enthusiasts, but he is also a guy who tattoos his face now, at least in the eyes of others, So it's not easy for him to comment.

It may be because Yang almost overturned their car. After he got into the car, the people around him subconsciously moved back, not daring to get too close to Yang. After all, they can lift a few tons with bare hands. If a conditioned reflex or a head twist or something accidentally touches it, you must not directly break the bones of the person next to you.

So Fatty and Brother Piercing made room for Yang.

But that woman was not afraid of death, instead of moving back, she twisted her body and moved closer.

"Hello, handsome little brother~" she rubbed Yang's arm softly and said.

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The woman is not very old, at least she has a good figure and a good face, but Yang can't flatter her yellow teeth.

He glanced at each other lightly.

The next second the woman was honest.

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She has seen this kind of look on the faces of many scary characters in the sixth district. She knew that she should not continue to be presumptuous, so she immediately restrained herself.

If you want to survive in this chaotic city, you must have such observation skills.

Apparently, women have this vision.

Also very sensible.

She could see Yang's disgust towards her and the warning in his eyes.

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"May I ask, what are you going to do in the South?"

The bald head turned his head to look at Yang, and asked with a smile.

"Kill." Yang said in a very flat tone.

It's like saying "I had braised beef noodles for lunch".

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"Aha, very good very good."

The white bald man smiled slowly, and he continued: "In this way, if you survive, you can find us in the north."

The bald head patted a very rough triangular necklace on his chest and said, "Everyone is welcome in the brotherhood."

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"fraternity…"

Yang muttered for a while, but didn't say anything more.

He didn't know much about the power plan in the sixth district, nor was he interested in learning about it.

(End of this chapter)