Darkness is Coming

Xinyuanjiang covers an area not much larger than Jiangxin Island, but the number of residents in it is several times that of Jiangxin Island. The crowded living environment in the city can be imagined. Fortunately, they are all Chinese, the most populous country in the world. Most people I have long been accustomed to this kind of crowding in the life of crowded bus crowded subway crowded apartment house day after day.

  Yang Xiaoqian wandered around the inner city of Xinyuan River for a while, feeling a little bored. Compared with the complete facilities in all aspects, the entertainment industry is not lacking, and the human environment is gradually improving on Jiangxin Island, Xinyuanjiang under the comprehensive military control can be described as sluggish, and the only thing worth seeing is the Great Wall outside the city.

"Zhao Jiang didn't know what to think, and finally handed over the command to Jiang Haichao. With the style of a warlord, if the outside world was not safe, I am afraid Jiang Haichao would really become a dictatorial warlord. Fortunately, the country is still there, he is also afraid After the autumn, the accounts will be settled." Yang Xiaoqian walked on the narrow road, looking around, all he could see were the stinking domestic garbage piled up on the hills in the residential area, the hungry refugees with yellow faces and thin eyes, and the shabby tents that were temporarily set up. Can not help but sigh.

   Jiang Haichao may be an officer who is good at commanding troops, but he is neither an administrative official who knows how to govern a city, nor a qualified ruler who is good at employing people. Although Zhao Jiang, the former brigade commander of the 258th Brigade, did not know how to manage the city, he knew how to manage the city, but he knew how to manage the city.

  With the assistance of a capable person like Liu Yuanzhou, even a dog sitting in the position of Jiang Haichao would not make Xinyuanjiang such a virtue. Of course, it cannot be said that Jiang Haichao is inferior to a dog, but the dog sitting on the command position will not affect Liu Yuanzhou's performance. With Liu Yuanzhou's unparalleled resourcefulness in the world today, he can easily bring Xin Yuanjiang out of the predicament.

Jiang Haichao is not at the mercy of others like a dog. From the way he leads his troops in battle, it can be seen that he is a more cautious and suspicious person than Yang Xiaoqian. Unlike Yang Xiaoqian, Jiang Haichao is very jealous, and Zhao Jiang is in office. At that time, his relationship with Liu Yuanzhou was not harmonious. When he took power, he was even more careful to exclude Liu Yuanzhou. Although Liu Yuanzhou helped him a lot, he still tried every means to suppress Liu Yuanzhou.

"However, the situation was urgent at the time, and it was not easy for Zhao Jiang to make arrangements in the face of death. There was no time for him to carefully consider who is the best successor, so he could only choose the one he trusted the most. Jiang Haichao." Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoqian sighed and began to seriously consider one thing.

   "Should I make a will?"

  No one can control the future, and no one knows what will happen tomorrow. Wisdom, like Liu Yuanzhou, cannot guarantee to master everything, so that all opponents dance with their baton. After a lapse of three months, Liu Yuanzhou and Yang Xiaoqian were able to roughly restore the original appearance before and after the World War I, but at that time, many forces were intriguing, turning the battle of wits into a melee. Liu Yuanzhou, Yang Xiaoqian, Yang Yuechen, Lin Wanyu, Bai, none of them really Count to the end.

   If there is a slight error in it, maybe Yang Xiaoqian will not live today. And that was just a small-scale group battle. In the foreseeable future, such battles will continue to happen. Even if the corpse crisis can be safely passed, the mutants will be wiped out, and there will be other disasters in the future. Who knows what they will do? When and when will you die?

  If Yang Xiaoqian was alone, just a commoner, he would die, but now he is the top leader of the Far Rescue Association, and he is about to become the core figure of the Awakened Council. He affects the interests of countless people and their lives. If there is an accident, like Zhao Jiang's sudden death, it will cause great chaos.

Although he is very reluctant to think about it, Yang Xiaoqian will not be conceited that he will never face danger. In fact, he has already stepped into the gate of **** three times so far, so Yang Xiaoqian thinks it is necessary for him to consider establishing a new A proper will to arrange the funeral.

   Of course, the plan has to keep up with changes, which means that his will needs to be updated in real time. Ordinary people will have a headache just thinking about it, but Yang Xiaoqian is not an ordinary person, so he decided to do it.

Thinking of this matter in his mind, Yang Xiaoqian walked on the road carelessly. He was stopped several times by the patrol of the 258th Division to check his ID documents. Chapter of : Fort Two.

The relationship between the Hunter Guild and the Yuanjiao Association is very delicate. From the perspective of the formation process, the Hunter Guild was established and developed into an organization with nearly 1,000 people with the help and support of the Yuanjiao Association. The role of promotion and supervision did not interfere with the internal affairs of the guild, and the Hunter Guild itself was a relatively loose organization, so Jiang Haichao did not object to the Hunter Guild setting up a branch in Xinyuanjiang.

   After all, this is also a good thing for him. It can not only solve some of the thorny employment problems in the city, but also further reduce the pressure on surrounding defenses. In the past, when zombies appeared, a team of hundreds of people was needed to deal with them, and a lot of fuel was burned. However, once a corpse hunter entered the inner city, no matter where there was an enemy situation, this group of people would smell like blood. Like the sharks, they swarmed and killed the zombies that appeared at the first time.

  Yang Xiaoqian came here to find Yu Qian. The inner city of Xinyuan River is under full military control, and this is the only place where people can drink openly in the whole inner city.

Before entering the door, you can hear the noisy sound inside, and you can imagine the chaotic scene inside. These corpse hunters are not as casual as in other places in Xinyuanjiang. They encounter patrols armed to the teeth, and then the cattle hunt The corpse team also has to be careful, after all, no matter how strong they are, can they be stronger than the armored battalion of the 258th Division? After being depressed in Xinyuanjiang City for a long time, entering the guild is like entering a safe area, and the mood suddenly relaxes, and it is normal to be noisy.

Listening to their vulgar and swearing words, Yang Xiaoqian smiled happily for some reason, put his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, and walked forward unhurriedly. When he reached the door, the door opened by itself, then It was the Black Phantom who pushed the door for him beside him.

   Just like at the Zero Bar, Yang Xiaoqianfu, who was dressed too delicately, entered the room like a magnet thrown into a pile of iron ingots, attracting a lot of attention.

   looked around, but did not find Yu Qian, Yang Xiaoqian was a little surprised, could it be that this guy is really obedient and quit drinking? Just thinking about where Yu Qian might have gone, Yang Xiaoqian found a place to sit down at random, and just sat down and found someone beside him staring at him with an unpleasant expression.

   "Little brother, this is my position."

  Yang Xiaoqian turned his head to look at the other people on the table, obviously he knew the man beside him who was holding the wine, and stared at him with a displeased expression.

   Then he turned his head to look at the man standing beside him, with a big scar on his face, holding a large glass of beer, the yellow liquor was piled up to the mouth of the glass, and the white foam was sliding down the wall of the glass.

  Somehow, Yang Xiaoqian suddenly remembered the scar face he killed when he returned to Paradise Island for the second time a long time ago. How worthless was human life at that time, even a high school graduate who had not completely changed his mentality could take a few lives at will after possessing supernatural powers, and it had no effect afterward.

If there were no such organizations as the Yuanjianhui Association and the Front Finger of the Corpse, there would be no leaders like Liu Yuanzhou and himself, no righteous people like Fang Yu and Tang Tao who threw their heads and blood, and no brave people like Zhao Jiang and Wang Hai who dared to sacrifice Soldiers, perhaps today, human life will be less valuable, right?

   "Hey, little brother, what are you thinking, sleepwalking?" Feeling that he was being ignored, the man's tone was a little unkind, "Will you move away from my seat?"

   "Well, good." Yang Xiaoqian glanced at the scar on his face, smiled and got up to move out of the seat, which was unexpected.