Zerg: An incredible way to survive

Decisive and ruthless in his actions, this is how his subordinates describe him.

But from my perspective, it’s not quite the case. In fact, he is also an indecisive person.

Faced with the stall owner who had just come here to pick him up at the airport and even took the initiative to let him steal a few steamed buns, he did not choose to kill him. Instead, he explained the facts to him, let him go, and let him leave here quickly.

It's just that the stall owner seemed to be possessed by a demon, and kept looking for trouble with him. He even said in front of many people, "I helped you at that time. Can't you just die now or make some money?"

He was just about to breathe a sigh of relief because he had just liquidated most of the forces that opposed him. But then he heard the report from his subordinates. He was still a little skeptical at the time. After all, the boss was a loyal and honest man and it was impossible for him to say such obscene words.

It was not until he went out on the streets and made inquiries from many sources that he confirmed the matter.

His mind was blank at the time, and he only felt incredible. He shuttled back and forth aimlessly in the abandoned house. This was where he first lived here, and it was also where he hid most of his money. However, after his own power developed, he seldom came here.

Here are his few thoughts and many things related to his parents.

However, he did not choose to open the secret compartment here. I stood on the roof of the abandoned house and looked at the distant scenery for a day, and then returned to his base alone.

Late that night, he sneaked into the stall owner's room alone.

The stall owner was sleeping on the bed with steady breathing. Seeing that he was sleeping so soundly, he got so angry that he patted the flesh on both sides of his cheeks and lifted him up from the bed.

The inexplicable action quickly woke him up from his sleep, and without hesitation, he reached for his sleeves, pulled out a small knife made of colorful glass, and stabbed the person who grabbed his thick collar.

That was the first time he was injured so seriously. The knife was coated with poison, and because of the blade, all the fragments remained inside his body, leaving only the handle in the hands of the stall owner.

Fortunately, his men arrived in time and quickly sent him back and gave him first aid. Although he took some medicine afterwards, he managed to stabilize his injuries.

But the fragments of the blade remained in his body and were not removed.

At that time, he was overwhelmed by the pain and lost consciousness. The doctor who rescued him did not realize this and bandaged his wound hastily. It was not until he woke up that he told his subordinates everything. Only then did his subordinates know why his face looked so bad.

Once again, he cut open the wound that was almost healing, and then took out the rotten flesh inside and the blade mixed with pus and blood. The pain from that operation left him with a psychological trauma.

Since their base was just starting up at that time, there were no decent medical equipment. There were only some simple pills. Although those simple pills were extremely beneficial for internal bleeding and external injuries, foreign objects like this one that were stuck inside the body could only be removed by manpower.

If he really relied on pills to force the wound to heal, the blades inside his body would still be real. If he did strenuous exercise, the blades would follow the direction of his movement and the squeezing of his muscles, cutting his body again, and the injury might even be more serious than this time.

Because of this experience, he became more suspicious and always assumed the worst.

But even if he achieved this, he only managed to live to the age of 30.

When they were preparing for his 30th birthday, a local official suddenly appeared from nowhere, brought soldiers far beyond their territory, and forcibly encircled and suppressed their territory.

However, although this place is called their territory, it is just a few hills that no one wants.

The people in their territory rely on hunting for a living, and they rely on the prey obtained from hunting and some trade with the towns below to barely keep their territory going.

But they didn't expect that those officers and soldiers would bring so many troops and surround all of them.

It's just that he was very lucky at that time. He happened to go to the town and sold some prey he had just caught in the market below.

When he sold all the prey and returned to the hill, he saw only a mess on the ground.

He was stunned and rubbed his eyes first. Then he walked to the pile of corpses. Looking at the desperate and sad face on the outermost layer of the pile, his heart felt like it was being cut by a knife and tears burst out of his eyes.

At this moment, he just felt incredible. He didn't understand why he was targeted by them, and these friends who were like brothers to him died tragically one by one beside him.

He began to dig through the pile of corpses in front of him like a madman, countless tears flowed from his eyes like a burst dam, and a flame called anger began to burn in his heart and began to grow infinitely.

However, the person he was looking for didn't seem to be among the pile of corpses.

But this made the rage in his heart even more intense, and he climbed down the pile of corpses with trembling feet and walked to the thatched houses that had been burned down.

However, where the thatched house originally was, there was only ashes left, and in the pile of ashes, there were several corpses with hideous faces and strange shapes.

He recognized the figures of those people at a glance, and ran to his side like a madman, holding the corpse that was burned like charcoal in his arms.

However, before the charcoal entered his arms, it instantly turned into a pile of ashes, and hidden inside the ashes was a scorching heart that burned all his hands and feet.

But faced with such a desperate scene, he could only scream heartbreakingly, but in the end it would only turn into silent sobs.

He knelt alone in the ashes, dazed and hopeless. All the people he said he would protect were dead, and all the things he cherished turned to ashes. There seemed to be a flame in his chest that burned everything and drowned his sanity.

He casually picked up the pot that had melted into a puddle and then cooled down again by the pond, and went down the mountain alone.