Sentinel is not good

A cry came from a tent, it was the cry of women, crying cautiously and forbearingly.

After a while, the three men lifted the curtain, smoking cigarettes, and getting dressed while walking outside.There is a satisfied smile on the face.

"Give me the fire." The one who got dressed first stopped, "If I had known that I could live like this, I wouldn't have been hunting and growing potatoes bitterly."

"Where is this?" The three of them stood in a row inadvertently, and the man in the middle had a gun on his waist. "With these fighting guys, we can almost dominate the desert. Which camp do we see? Just grab it directly, what are you being polite about?"

The one on the far left looked at their huge power grid. It was so high that people would die if they touched it, let alone flip it over. It circled the camp completely. It was much better than bonfires, wooden spikes, and patrols. He smiled with a slanted face . "That is, if it weren't for the gang of sentinels who killed each other, how could such a good thing fall into our hands. It would be best if they killed each other. What's so great about living in a mobile city, bah...their guns, we Damn it works too, eh, eh, y’all remember, one grenade knocked the camp out.”

"Of course I remember!" The person in the middle still recalled that scene. He would never forget that scene once he saw it. The insignificance of a person in front of a weapon made him arrogant, and he mistakenly thought that this kind of strength was his own ability, "What the hell broke the armor? , such a big camp, you can see that there are a lot of things stored, if you don’t rob him, who will you rob? I didn’t expect them to have a lot of women.” He smiled and turned his head to the right, usually they were just a bunch of scattered people wandering around in various camps Refugees, because they don't like to abide by the rules of the camp, and there is no particularly good big camp to accept them, "We will grab them when the other brothers come back..."

At this point, he stopped, because the person on his right was gone.

"Fuck, why did you go to him?" He looked to the right side again, looked behind him, there was really no one, and he was standing upright just now, so he turned to the left again, "Have you gone to pee? It's pretty fast, by the way, you'll be ready later..."

The conversation also stopped, because the person on his left was gone.

"What are you two doing? Where are people?" He looked left and right, and both sides became empty, with only the sound of wind in his ears, and the crackling sound of some insects that were electrified by the power grid. He thought it was a joke , "This is not the fucking time to joke, you two get out!"

But when he turned his eyes back and looked forward, a man he had never seen before was already standing in front of him.The camouflage hat suppresses the bangs, and the eyes cannot be seen clearly, but the eyeballs are very dark.The bridge of his nose was all blood red, and the corners of his mouth drooped. For a third of a second, he seemed to be stared at by some animal in the desert.

Totally animal eyes.

Just as he was about to shout, his voice was covered into his mouth again, leaving only a muffled whine, with great strength, definitely not the strength of ordinary people, his neck was about to be broken, and then there was a metal The light flashed brightly, and there was a deep cold in his Adam's apple.The whites of his eyes rolled up, and he could no longer make a sound.

Song Jian's camouflage uniform was already covered in blood.This is No.30 three, his Adam's apple was cut open by his short knife, hot blood spurted out, and sprayed all over his face.In the process of their discussion just now, Song Jian actually thought of someone.

Fan Yu.

The man who wanted to occupy his body, the man who believed that he had seduced Brother Little Wolf early, the man who held himself down and took off his clothes while there was no one in the small tent, his heart was as dirty as these people.

He had already subdued himself that year, and he was completely unable to resist the atrocities. He accidentally provoked him and almost lost his life. He couldn't even run out of the small tent.It was Brother Little Wolf who came back with a gun and fired without hesitation. The bullet pierced Fan Yu's head instantly.

At that time, Song Jian was actually a little scared, afraid of the power of weapons, and knew that his brother had killed someone for himself before he grew up.Human life is taken away, and the feeling is completely different from seeing wolves come back with prey.

He was afraid, and he had thought about what would happen if Fan Yu hadn't been killed. Brother could have pierced his shoulder, or broken his knee joint with a bullet.In that case, perhaps the people in the camp would not drive them away, and my brother would not be charged with killing his adoptive father at a young age.

But now he just wants to kill these people.

Don't hurt, don't stun, just kill them outright, outright.Showing mercy to the wicked is hurting the good. They bully others, why...why do they still live in the desert?

Why do those who are bullied by them suffer?Brother Little Wolf did nothing wrong that year, this kind of people shouldn't live, as long as they live one more day, it's a mockery of the dead and the bullied.

"I've finished cleaning over there. There are 29 of them in total." Li Han helped Song Jian carry away the corpses and hid them all behind the tent. People ran out of the farthest tent. They were women. Their clothes were all torn. But according to Li Han's arrangement, they all ran towards the opening of the power grid with their waist down.

"I told them to run first." Li Han said in a low voice, "I haven't found Zhang Ling yet, so keep looking. I'll go over there..." As he spoke, he disappeared into the night again. Vision becomes the best tool.

Song Jian didn't have time to talk to him, and the dagger was only kept in his cuff for emergencies. He opened the curtain, bent his waist, and crawled in with blood all over his body.

Once inside, the women in the tent started to hide behind.

"Don't be afraid! It's me!" He didn't know if these women recognized him, their faces were very strange, "Zhang Mu sent me here!"

Originally, they were still hiding behind, using their clothes and hair to hide their faces, and they didn't even bother to cover their legs, but when they heard the name Zhang Mu, their already numb faces slowly lifted up.

Song Jian knew that they were all hurt, and also knew that his image was not credible now.Who would believe a mercenary covered in blood, but he still wiped his face, and spoke slowly and carefully, for fear that they would shout out of fright: "Zhang Mu, it's Zhang Mu. He's still alive. He sent me Come pick you up. Can your legs still walk?"

Song Jian didn't expect the women's rapid approach at all. They came over almost instantly, grabbed his skinned hands, grabbed his bright red cuffs, and even touched the blade of his dagger.At this moment, they couldn't care about anything, their haggard faces had a tinge of life, and their lifeless eyes began to gather the expressions of living people.

"Don't talk." Song Jian immediately covered a woman's face, fearing that they would cry, "After you leave the tent, run to the lower left side of the curtain, don't be afraid to disturb others, I have killed them all. "

Hearing that it was killed, several women exhaled at the same time, not because they were afraid, but because they finally felt safe under extreme tension.They didn't know the man in camouflage, but they all chose to believe it because he mentioned Zhang Mu's name.The name of the leader is the greatest guarantee.

"The power grid has an exit more than one meter wide. You run out from there, don't touch anything, and don't touch anything if you feel that there is electricity nearby, just run out. There are wolves outside, but wolves will not harm you. You just need to go out first. Just run away in a straight line, you know?" Song Jian said quickly, and when he put down his hand, a bloody handprint had already been printed on the woman's face.

The women nodded desperately, and one of them recognized Song Jian when he heard the wolf.If you look at the face, you will never recognize him, not to mention his face is splattered with blood, but there are only two wolves in the camp.

"Run!" Song Jian took off his camouflage jacket and covered it with the topless woman, revealing his naked upper body. "There are people outside the camp to meet you, run!"

They hugged the only clothes on their bodies, bent their waists, and got out of the tent one by one with bare feet. Song Jian came out last, blinking his eyelids quickly, because of sweating, the lower eyelashes were all glued to the thin Lying on the silkworm.

The visual synaesthesia was turned on again, and the camp became a thermal imaging scene. No matter whether there was light or not, the living could not escape.The taller one was a man, and those bastards hadn't paid attention to the movement here. Song Qian sneaked into the tent this time and grabbed a man who was lying on top of a woman.

"Who the hell are you?" The man was about to take off his pants, and this had become the last sentence he said.Song Jian covered his mouth with his left hand, and slid his right hand hard. Under the strong blood pressure, red splashed on the roof of the tent.He threw away the corpse with its neck almost severed, pulled up the woman on the ground, and still said the name Zhang Mu, and the woman was willing to believe him.

He took the woman out and pointed her in the direction.At two o'clock, several women also ran out of the tent, and then Li Han came out after opening the curtain.

Li Han nodded to him and got into the next tent.

But Miss Xiaoling hasn't found it yet... Song Jian continued to search with the eyesight of a snake, and anxiety began to grow. They couldn't kill more people, otherwise they would be discovered.He had to keep reminding himself that the goal tonight was to save people, not kill as many people as possible, so that he could control the urge to kill.

Miss Xiaoling, where is Miss Xiaoling... There was a tall man approaching in Honghot's sight, and Song Jian immediately hid behind the tent.He walked over, and as soon as he reached the corner, he saw shadows that looked like piles of corpses.He squinted and turned on the flashlight, trying to see more clearly. When the light hit the corpse with its throat cut, he turned to run to scream, but bumped into a person.

Song Jian hugged his neck, strangled it, and broke it, listening to the broken bones with no expression on his face.

He put the man down and dragged him into the tent. At the same time, he took off the grenade from the man's waist and tied it to his trouser waist.He is also very familiar with this thing, in fact, he is familiar with every weapon.

After all, I have lived in the mobile base for so long, and I am thinking about how to survive every day.When Song Jian got out of the tent again, he saw a red hot figure who was not too tall but had a big belly.

Next to this portrait is another portrait, which, judging from the outline, is also a woman.She helped her into a relatively large tent, and Song Jian quickly recovered his vision for a second, found the shortest way, and connected with Xiaodiu's vision in a second, avoiding possible dangers around him.

It's Miss Xiaoling. Only Miss Xiaoling's belly is that big.Song Jian lurks in that direction, merging with the night.

Zhang Ling was helped into the tent, in front of him was a man, he was the second leader of the camp, someone she could hate for the rest of her life.They led people to rob her father's camp, wounded her husband and younger brother, and killed so many innocent people, and plundered her sisters to such a ghost place, but now, for the sake of the two children in her stomach , but also to ask them.

"Please, please." Accompanying Zhang Ling was another older woman in the camp, "She is really about to give birth, can you make room for me to deliver her... "

"Please." Zhang Ling spoke weakly, the fall just now was not very good, as if he wanted to throw her and Zhou Hao's flesh and blood out in advance, these two children came at an inappropriate time.

The occasional pain in her stomach reminded her that it might be today or tomorrow.

"Give us a separate tent." The older woman is still begging, "It needs to be more hygienic, and just give us a pair of scissors." If it was in the previous camp, the women's childbirth would never be It's so simple, there will be camp doctors who know how to suture wounds, disinfectants, boiled water early, cloths that have been exposed to the sun, and people who are ready to donate blood.

Now there is nothing left, they can only do this.No one can save them.

The author has something to say: Don't worry, the whole camp will be wiped out by the pickers.