The Undead Team Stands on the Ark of Tomorrow

"It's fucking ugly."

Dax made a fairly candid assessment of how he is now.

The little deer standing aside lowered its ears, and there seemed to be an apology in its eyes.

"Don't worry about it, Alina, it's just a trivial matter. After this shitty thing is over, if I'm still alive, I will ask her to reimburse me for the best plastic surgeon. A more handsome face than before."

"By the way, there are prosthetic eyes and prosthetic hands. Although it is estimated that they may not be as easy to use as the original ones, I hope they can at least wield a gun."

"All in all, we still have to think of a way to stop that stinky snake."

Taking out an old newspaper picked up from the trash can and pulling it in front of him, he bit off the cap of the pen and began to paint and draw on the newspaper.

"Don't worry about the role of cadres. Needless to say, Bozhuo Casti and Frost Star, if Mud Rock and Big Bob didn't leave after my assassination failed, they promised to assist me internally. The Kingslayer is like this, her Resentment tends to be more personal. That crazy woman W is very shrewd, and I don't even understand why she joined in now."

"The problem is that the three boys who are the backup cadres, except for Sasha who has been calm since childhood, Yinuo and Alexander are quite naive in their thinking, and they can easily be incited to become the black snake's tool. And what's more The big threat lies with the rank-and-file members of the integration movement."

Dax, who spent most of his life in war and had a deep understanding of the infected, can be sure.

"As long as they have a taste of violence, their nerves will be completely addicted to violence. The effects of ore disease include mental abnormalities. Maybe they will burn out before being crushed by more terrifying violence. In the end, nothing but meaningless ashes are left."

"And at that point, the integration movement will be completely destroyed."

Frowning, recalling that time after being rescued by Tallulah, listening to the fighter's impassioned speech on the snowy field, the unquenchable enthusiasm.

It will never be swallowed by the black snake.

"Yo~yo~"

Alina nodded, then raised her leg and stepped on a part of the newspaper.

"That's right, the most troublesome thing is the way to stop them."

Taluna's influence between the integration movement and the infected is still too great. Coupled with Black Snake's superb manipulation skills and tactics, those infected who are struggling in suffering will only be easily played with and sacrificed their lives.

And the troubles in Qiecheng don't stop there. Black Snake reached an agreement with the army, trying to use the integration movement as a banner to trigger a war between Yan and Wu, so all the people in this city can be sacrificed.

What they want to change is the political intentions of the hawks in this warring country. Even if they want to find the other half of the balance, they can't get in touch with the current state in his capacity.

In the original plan, he would assassinate the Black Snake as a traitor, and then another Bojokasti, who had a high reputation and served as the shield of the infected, cut off his head, so that a perfect match could be completed. power shift.

It's a pity that it didn't work out in the end...

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One wrong step, one wrong step.

He supported his head, and there was no foreign aid that could be combined. Even if he wanted to prepare the military, police and city defense forces, he was not convincing at all in his current capacity.

"Damn it, it would be great if Sang was here."

"YoYo?"

"He's my best friend. That guy knows a little bit about everything, like transforming into invisible, hypnotic, and reading minds. Compared with me who is just a fighter, in this situation, if it was him, he must be able to come up with a way to turn things around. .”

"But after all, he won't be here."

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At this time, Sang was frying chestnuts.

After suppressing the rare anger in his heart, he still devoted himself to the peaceful life of insatiable greed.

"Hey! Uncle! Call me again!"

The girl named Sonia whom I met in the bathroom before is now entangled with him for some reason.

A few days ago, because he wanted to get rid of the tenacity characteristic of adolescent girls, he gave the other party a chance to punch himself.

"A grown-up like you, I want to correct you!"

And when he fell to the ground expressionlessly, thinking if this is youth, Sonia grabbed his collar and roared some innocent words unique to teenagers who are serious and go all out.

So San stood up and gave her a tummy smack, then went down the stairs to go home.

As a result, from the second day on, she seemed to be staring at her prey, and ran over every day to be beaten, and finally evolved into the current teaching of fighting skills.

"It hurts! The bone makes a sound! Let go!"

Standing up, Shi Zhan recovers to help her heal the cracked bone, and San turns away in silence.

"I'll come back tomorrow, wash my neck and wait!"

Strange troubles added.

As expected, the psychology of adolescent girls is still incomprehensible.

The exception is that the daughter of the police officer, also a girl named Zoya, often came to his booth for some reason, and it seemed that she had a certain yearning heart.

Chestnut's business is getting better and better. He rented a fixed booth and recently recruited a kid named Gumi as a waiter.

He would still go to the library often, where he met a blue-haired girl named Anna. It was rare that she had the aptitude to become a magician.

The owner of the black luxury car still found him, but the tall aristocratic girl didn't cause any trouble, bought a bag of chestnuts and left after his incomplete compensation, and sometimes came to buy them secretly in disguise.

The number of chestnuts is always out of stock, and Angel and Texas will come to deliver the goods every few days, and sometimes they will bring other members with unique personalities.

The Angel of Energy is always trying to test his identity and try to learn new miracles from him, but when the other party replaces the god in the story with Sang Faze, the father of light every time, he stops teaching.

The weather was a few degrees colder yesterday, and there was a natural disaster a few kilometers away, but it was lucky to avoid it after all.

He bought a quilt and a bed at the mall, experienced sleep again after a thousand years, and listened to the Great Emperor audio disc sent by Texas, feeling normal.

I have been living in this city for a month.

He hadn't killed anyone for a month, and he hadn't picked up a sword for a month.

This is a peaceful life, which he rejected at the beginning, yearned for in the middle, and a peaceful life that he no longer expects at the end.

Not bad, but will it last.

Premonition and experience told him that there is no eternal peace.

When danger and disaster come, the sword will eventually be unsheathed again.

There will be no rust.

Chapter 98: The so-called life

"General, thank you very much."

In Chernobog, under the condition of being deliberately instilled by Ursus, the people's attitude towards the infected is almost hostile, but even in such a city, there is still a fairly strong refuge.

It is Azazel, the black market clinic here, and here, there is a great figure in the past, a general who has experienced the Battle of the Four Emperors, the Tenth Uka War, and the Battle of the Blood Summit.

Herag.

With the rise of the new nobles and the defeat of Ursus in the Battle of Blood Peak, a large number of soldiers and generals were executed in the past few decades, and only a few people were able to escape the political reshuffle.

Herag was one of them, and after accepting the behest of his old friend, he assumed Azazel, and maintained it in this city with difficulty and stability despite the rejection of the government and the common people.

After receiving advanced technology treatment, Dax touched the origin stone skill growing on his neck, moved the newly installed prosthetic hand, and slowly clenched his fist.

Standing in front of him, the old man with white hair and sharp eagle eyes nodded, and took out the data detection chart of his body to look at.

"But it's only to the extent that it won't get worse. If you want to be completely stable, you still have to receive regular treatment."

"Let's talk about it later, what I want to worry about now is not my own physical problems."

Thinking back to what Dax had explained, Herag frowned tightly.

I didn't expect that even if I escape here, the political storm will still disturb me. Sure enough, when I want to stay away from disputes, more disputes will be entangled.

He has been far away from the political arena and the army for a long time, and even though he already knew that the danger was about to happen, he couldn't find a way to stop the conspiracy of the old nobles and the war faction.

"Sorry, I can't help you much."

Even keeping Azazel required him to think hard.

For warriors like them, there are not many things that can be done in such a deadly conspiracy.

Even if you want to ally with other forces, such as Longmen, which is used as another core of the plan, it is hard to say whether you can even enter the city for an unknown infected person like him, let alone meeting the top talker.

"It doesn't matter, even a little strength in this situation is a timely help. I'm just... still preparing for the worst."

Sighed.

He touched the envelope he received from Big Bob and Mud Rock's informants. According to the above, preparations for the integration movement were almost complete, and this was the last chance.

"This time, it was the heart that was pierced."

The little deer on the side cast a sad look, and Dax squatted down and touched her head.

"Sorry, Alina, I can't control my Originium skills, and I don't have the opportunity to continue to practice. After everything is over, go find Bozhuo Casti, maybe his witchcraft can do something What."

Handing the written letter to Herag, Dax picked up the cross spear he had reforged.

"This time, we have to prepare an unbreakable gun."

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"Ha (Ursus battle cry)!!!"

The petite iron fist struck ferociously like a storm, but the figure in front of him was like an illusion, no matter how he launched an attack, he couldn't touch it.

Even if he is a skilled school bully in fights, his physical fitness and instinctive attacks are still not enough for those who have been trained as fighters.

Dodging at will, grabbing a gap and reaching out to press it, Sophia's body fell to the ground again with a plop.

"Well……"

It should be painful to hit her face on the ground, but the girl endured and stood up, her eyes seemed to be burning with raging fire.

"Come again."

"...so far."

San's gaze was clearly directed to her mask, which was stained red by nosebleeds.

The light of recovery condensed in his hand, but when he wanted to take off the mask, Sophia took a step back and stopped his movement.

After a moment of silence, the iron-like palm firmly pinched her chin, twisted it back abruptly, and then took off the mask.

On her right cheek, the clear palm print is the reason why she wears a mask today.

Judging from the size and strength of the palm, it should be a middle-aged man, and with the temper and fighting power of this little bear cub, ordinary adults are not opponents.

So the first choice answer is obvious.

"It's your father."

The light of recovery flickered, the nosebleed was quickly stopped, and the imprint left by the education of love disappeared at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The girl with high self-esteem turned her head stubbornly, obviously unwilling to expose her weak side.

"Why were you beaten?"

There was no trace of emotion on Sang's face, just a rather ordinary question.

After being silent for a while, she took out a tissue from her bosom and wiped the blood on her face. The girl spat out blood-stained saliva with a strong sense of nausea, and then slowly opened her mouth after bowing her head for a long time.

"Those bastards who were beaten by me united and called their parents together, and then my dad came and slapped me in front of everyone before he could finish listening."

simple and clear.

This is undoubtedly a heavy blow to teenagers and girls with complex emotions and loneliness during adolescence.

And Sang was expressionless, and said something strange.

"Aren't you calling back?"

This made Sophia raise her eyebrows in surprise, then scratched her hair after sighing.

"I said you, what do you think of me. That's my dear father, no matter how you say it, you can't do it casually."

"It's just... rather than taking care of my business, I still hope that he can find a job as soon as possible. He has been unemployed for so long."

Although she didn't say anything, in her eyes and trembling fists, she could still see the great damage caused by her father's slap in the face in public.

And the strong dissatisfaction with it that has been secretly accumulated in the center of life.

The young girl's mind is too simple and direct, even without reading the soul's memory, she can understand her thoughts simply by observing.