Darkness is Coming

   Amid the outcry of the people in Jiangxin Island, Yuanjiu Association uncharacteristically implemented a high-pressure policy and fully implemented the immigration plan.

The opposition from Xinyuanjiang is not weak at all. The inner city, which is already saturated with population, cannot accommodate tens of thousands of foreign tourists, not to mention that these people will not only **** their residence, but also compete for limited jobs and resources. Squeeze their already very narrow living space in all directions.

   Therefore, most of the people in Xinyuanjiang were opposed to this matter, and even hated the residents who moved from Jiangxin Island. But no one can oppose the decision of Commander Liu and Chairman Yang. Dense residential areas were evacuated, and their residences were rearranged. Construction teams on the inner side of the city walls worked day and night to build rudimentary container houses.

  Different from the building systems that represented “fashion trends” in peaceful times, these container houses are real containers.

   The container that was originally used to carry goods has now become a new residence for the residents of Jiangxin Island after a simple transformation. The conditions are many times worse than the comfortable and warm houses on Jiangxin Island, which has caused complaints.

  The members of the think tank of the Office of the President of the Far Rescue Society estimated that the immigration plan would take at least a week, and it took less than three days to basically complete it.

   On the one hand, it was because Yang Xiaoqian decisively ordered to drop the supplies and only send them to people. On the other hand, it was because of the massive help provided by the 258th Division: the 258th Division sent troops to help **** the people, and also brought many modified vehicles.

Each minibus, bus, and school bus can carry dozens of people. Ten thousand people on Jiangxin Island only need more than 300 modified vehicles to carry them back to Xinyuan River, avoiding the trouble of going ashore on foot. . In this way, it not only saves the time to hurry, but also saves the trouble of escorting the troops back and forth, which greatly improves the immigration efficiency.

   Since then, members and relatives of the Yuanjiao Society who stayed behind on Jiangxin Island also began to evacuate in batches with supplies.

   Within a week, the continuous fleet of ships almost emptied Jiangxin Island, and the continuous delivery of various materials to Xinyuanjiang also gradually reduced the opposition from Xinyuanjiang - of course, this is only temporary.

  At noon, Yang Xiaoqian stood in front of the monument, staring silently at the name on it. At this time, Jiangxin Island had fallen into a dead silence, no longer lively.

All the people and most of the members of the Yuanjiao Association have evacuated from Jiangxin Island, and now only the members of the president’s office, more than a dozen awakened members affiliated to the Yuanjiao Association, and the adjudication team guarding the exhibition hall are left on Jiangxin Island. .

   During this week, the surrounding waters were calm, and there was no change, and Jiangxin Island was not attacked. But Yang Xiaoqian has an intuition, Bai must be hiding in an unknown corner, watching and monitoring every move here, like a hunter dormant in the shadows, quietly waiting for the prey to reveal its flaws.

   In this competition, both sides are hunters, and they are each other's prey.

   "President, president!"

   Xiaodan's voice was so impatient again, this girl is always so impatient. Yang Xiaoqian chuckled lightly and turned to look back.

Xiaodan's face was pale, her two long legs kept striving, her high-heeled shoes had long since kicked, the stockings on the soles of her feet were torn by the rough ground, and blood was oozing from the soles of her toes, but she didn't seem to know the pain, and desperately tried , running desperately.

   "Plop"

  Bai Nen's little foot stepped on a small stone, Xiao Dan fell to the ground, rolled twice, his knee smashed a bowl-sized wound, Xiao Dan didn't even look at it, and even tried to stand up from the ground.

   "What's the matter?" Yang Xiaoqian, who was several tens of meters away, suddenly appeared in front of Xiaodan, stretched out his hand to help Xiaodan, his face was solemn, "What happened?"

   "Xinyuanjiang, zombies, overwhelming!"

  The incoherent Xiao Dan raised his trembling right hand, holding a mobile phone in his palm.

  ………………

   two hours ago.

   A team of special members left the Xinyuanjiang outer city without the protection of the city wall.

  As the settled population of Xinyuanjiang gradually increased, the urban sewage discharge capacity was obviously insufficient. Countless people in the slums sprinkled their urine and urination on the road, and some people even urinated directly in the street, and the 258 division could not control it.

  People have three urgency, even if the king, Laozi, can still prevent people from **** and urinating?

   However, the residential area is already crowded. If the residents are allowed to dump waste water, excrement and various household garbage outside, it will inevitably lead to a series of serious consequences such as the spread of diseases.

  So, a team of professional plumbers, escorted by a team of elite soldiers, left Xinyuanjiang to try to re-open the city's sewers.

   Unlike other urban public facilities, urban sewers have tenacious vitality and do not need to run precision machines all the time, nor do they require a lot of manpower to repair.

   The Maxim sewer left by the Idalarians to the Romans was put into use today, 2,500 years later, as was the "underground dragon" in Ganzhou, China, 900 years ago.

Although the sewers of the    Yuanjiang River are inferior, it is impossible to block the bad passages without cleaning them for half a year. So, this should be a fairly easy task, and when you think about the big rewards, there will be a smile on every plumber's face.

   When they opened the entrance to the main road to the underground sewer, no one could have imagined that they had opened a gate to hell.

  The first three experienced masters to go down soon radioed back the news.

   "Something's wrong." The first plumber turned on the headlight on his helmet, the light of the torch shone into the dark distance, and the sight made his legs go weak.

   In front of you are the intricate pipes, not the sewers originally used for sewage, but the pedestrian passages that have been obviously excavated.

   On the other side of the passage, densely packed, shadowy, filled with stiff figures.

"Ah—" When those stiff figures were attracted by the light source and turned their heads, the plumber let out an uncontrollable scream, and he finally knew what was wrong. He was familiar with the stench of sewers, but now he smelled it. It was the stench of rotting corpses!

   "Run, run!" The first worker who found it turned around and ran, and the two workers behind him rushed to the wellhead where they came.

   But in the end they were not able to escape.

   On the ground, manhole covers were opened one after another, and countless underground holes suddenly appeared. The cone-arm variant with conical arms that could dig underground passages jumped out, and then went underground, constantly digging new entrances and exits.

   At every entrance and exit, there are thousands of zombies like flies in a **** pit, rushing out frantically with a stench.

  Thousands of corpses gathered into the sea, and the sea of ​​corpses swallowed the sky and the earth.

Every variant recorded in the   Variant Catalogue appears in an endless sea of ​​corpses.

   In the center of this vast ocean, a giant hand tore the ground.

  In the sky, three hundred bat-wing mutants stretched their fleshy wings to form a black cloud, soaring under the dome, covering the sun and overlooking all living beings.