Darkness is Coming

The ferocious and terrifying narrow and long ramming horns are like the fangs of monsters, easily tearing apart the corpses gathered outside the villa, and the one-line charge line formed by nearly a hundred heavy locomotives is like a sharp arrow, unstoppable, and like a corpse. A precise scalpel can handle the rotten meat with ease.

   At this moment, two figures suddenly jumped out of the group of corpses, and their ten-meter-long gray tongues bounced towards a knight. Seeing this scene, Ma Cong's face lost its blood with a swipe. He didn't care about the lives of others, but he knew that there was a legendary mutant approaching his villa at some point, and ordinary zombies could not enter the underground refuge room. , but the mutants with wisdom may not find the entrance. If this allows them to find a way to get in... Ma Cong was so frightened that he didn't dare to think about it.

With just such a trembling effort, one of the two mutants had become a charred corpse, and the other was trapped by a wall of earth that suddenly appeared, and then followed in the footsteps of his companions and became charred in the flash of thunder. corpse.

   "What is this?" Ma Cong murmured.

   The woman beside him bit her lower lip with her front teeth, bleeding from the bite. It wasn't until Ma Cong pushed her that she woke up from the shock and replied, "It should be an awakener, an awakener with super powers."

After speaking, the woman's face flushed with excitement. Since there are such powerful people outside, so many zombies can be destroyed with a wave of her hand, why should she be trapped in the underground refuge room where there is no sunlight all day long, and she should find a way Go out and hug your thighs.

"Hmph." Ma Cong snorted in dissatisfaction. He knew what she was thinking, and couldn't help but scolded a **** in his heart, but he didn't dare to say it, because he knew very well that the situation was no longer up to him, and said Maybe after the people above enter the underground refuge room, how his life will depend on the mood of these women.

Except for gays, men all like women. The leaders of the people above must like these pink and tender little white rabbits in their harem. Whether he is alive or dead at that time depends on the pillow. How the wind blows - Ma Cong thinks so anyway.

  Three minutes later, more than a hundred warriors and knights in black cloaks easily swept away hundreds of zombies on the ground with the autumn wind sweeping leaves.

   Ma Cong opened the door obediently. He knew that his iron door could not stop the guns and guns. If it blocked the door and prevented people from entering, it would definitely be a dead end if he annoyed the other party.

   There were not many people in the refuge room, only Ma Cong, his parents, and a few young women. When the dawn team came in, Ma Cong and the others stood in a straight line like a welcome guest. Ma Cong's parents are okay. After all, they are the old rivers and lakes that have been ups and downs in the business sea for many years. They can stabilize their mentality. When Ma Cong saw this suffocating and chilling team with his own eyes, he was so frightened that his legs were fighting, his bladder was tight, and he was a little collapsed. I almost couldn't hold back the urge to urinate.

   "Who are you?" a woman couldn't help asking.

   Ma Cong shouted in his heart, "Idiot, how dare this mentally retarded question?" Now that you and others are fish on the chopping board, you can be slaughtered, how dare you ask questions?

But the expected violent scene did not appear. The woman who asked the question was neither slapped nor shot to death. Those people didn't even look at Ma Cong's harem with lustful eyes. They just looked at each other for a moment, and then suddenly. With a gentle smile.

   "We are the strong shield of Yuanjiang." A young man about the same age as Ma Cong said with a smile.

   followed by the others and said in unison: "Your patron saint."

   After saying that, perhaps thinking that the slogan was too middle-of-the-road, the teammates laughed first. The style of the painting changed too quickly, and before Ma Cong could react, the person who spoke first walked up to him, stretched out his hand to him, and said, "I'm the captain of the Dawning Squad of the Far Rescue Association, Fang Yu."

   Ma Cong swallowed his saliva, forgetting that he should shake hands in response, not knowing what to do.

   Fortunately, the other party has a good temper and doesn't care. In the next hour or so, Ma Cong learned from them the news of the Far Rescue Association, the front finger of the corpse, the new Yuanjiang, the Great Wall of the Yuanjiang, the corpse hunter and so on. The worldview has completely collapsed.

  It turned out that the outside world was far better than the underground shelter he lived in. Ma Cong started to get excited, but it didn't take long before he was stunned by a bad news.

   Ma Cong did not expect that the fact that he stood by while facing others for help was pierced, and the people who reported him were the beauties he rescued. I have to say that this is extremely ironic. Those women seemed to hate Ma Cong very much. Even Ma Cong described the scene of others being chased and killed by zombies as a play, and added fuel to it, making it hard for Ma Cong to explain.

   "I can't do anything either! If I save them, I might kill myself, isn't that illegal?" Ma Cong's bloodless lips moved, making a weak and pale excuse.

"According to the previous law, he is indeed innocent. However, according to Article 6 of the Yuanjiang Constitution newly formulated by the Yuanjiang Rescue Association and the 258th Division, if he has the ability to help others, he chooses to stand on the sidelines. According to the circumstances, he can be sentenced to labor for more than ten years. If the circumstances are extremely vicious, they will be punished by death after reporting to the president's office." Fang Yu wiped his right hand with a wet towel, even though Ma Cong didn't shake his hand at all, he still felt very uncomfortable. dirty.

   "Capital punishment?" Hearing this word, Ma Cong seemed to be stunned, his legs slumped to the ground, a foul smell spread out, and he urinated his pants.

  Tang Tao, who was watching the good show, laughed out loud. This kid just heard the word capital punishment and **** his pants. If he knew about the creepy execution method, wouldn't he be scared out of shit?

Seeing Ma Cong twitching on the ground, who was frightened by incontinence, Fang Yu frowned slightly. He said from the bottom of his heart that although he was willing to sacrifice himself to save others, he also understood that self-protection was always the choice of most people. In his opinion, The Yuanjiang Constitution is a bit overkill. But rules are rules. Since the constitution has been formulated and promulgated, as a member of the Far Savior Society, he must implement it.

"Considering that Mr. Ma, you did not take the initiative to maliciously murder others, your crime is not serious and the death penalty is exempt. But you used coercive means to force two women to have **** with you, which violated the Xinyuanjiang Criminal Law. There will be a decision by the review team after your disposal. But you should be mentally prepared, it should not be less than 20 years of hard labor." Fang Yu finished speaking, made a gesture, and the two soldiers in black were like dragging dogs to death. The fainted Ma Cong dragged away.

   Twenty years of hard labor is of course impossible to perform completely, and the dome cannot always exist, but it is certain that Ma Cong must pay a heavy price for his sins.