Almighty evolution of the last days

When Old White returned to Reserve No. 64, he looked up at the dense dark clouds in the sky. He had not shaved for at least thirty days, and his long curly blond hair was soaked by the rain and stuck to his face.

Water dripped down, and under his frown, his deep eyes contained a sadness rarely seen in the past.

The continuous rain in late autumn has left him without a "harvest" for many days. As a free hunter struggling to survive, no harvest naturally means starvation.

Walking in the drizzling rain, he was wearing a worn-out black leather trench coat that looked to be more than a hundred years old. His strong back muscles could be seen from the holes in the back!

Old White walked tiredly through the town that was as shabby as his leather coat, taking heavy steps. Behind him was a thick, old shotgun. Although the shotgun didn't look very good, the shotgun was

It is a tool that allows him to maintain his livelihood. He is a hunter, a very old free hunter.

He walked slowly because he was really tired.

"White, didn't you catch any prey today?" The speaker was a woman who looked to be in her thirties, very thin and beautiful, but with a haggard expression. She was wearing tattered clothes and weakly shouted in front of the door on White's right.

road.

Old White looked at the woman with half of her breasts exposed and shook his head: "No!"

"My child hasn't eaten for two days???" the woman started crying as she said this. She was trembling and couldn't control her emotions. "Otherwise, I will accompany you tonight and I will do whatever you ask me to do.

Whatever I do must satisfy you, okay? Please give us some food tomorrow!"

Old White looked at the helpless woman, took out two coins from his pocket, and handed them to the woman: "Go buy some food for the child first. I don't need you to accompany you. Don't surrender! Don't sell your soul.

and body, believe me, I can catch food tomorrow! Also, find yourself a man quickly!"

The woman cried and took the money from White's hand: "Thank you, but which man in this town is willing to support me and my child?"

White stopped talking and walked slowly to his home.

He didn't even know this woman's name, because there were too many such women in Reserve No. 64. If it weren't for the fact that this woman had a disabled son, White would not want to talk to her.

The woman was crying behind him. For this woman, if she could marry a hunter like Old White, she might still have hope of living!

If she lets the child starve for two more days, she plans to sell her body. After all, she is still pretty and can attract men's attention. If she really does that, her son will not be raped.

Starved to death! Besides, besides selling her body, what else could she think of?

Old White is not God, there is only this much he can do.

Thin residents in twos and threes stood under the eaves, wearing sloppy clothes and shivering in the rain. They leaned out and looked at the strong man walking in the drizzle with respect and sympathy.

But they no longer ask for money from White, because they know that White has done his best.

White was the strongest man in the town. Every time he went hunting in the past, he would always bring back fat prey for the residents of the town.

But in recent days, White has always returned empty-handed.

The weak residents have long known the reason for this. The beasts outside the protected area are rapidly becoming demonized, and it is already difficult to find uncontaminated beasts.

Not only White, but even a mercenary regiment with more than thirty soldiers stationed in the town was helpless. They had more sophisticated weapons, mercenaries with sufficient combat experience, and communication equipment that could communicate with each other.

There is even a powerful tank converted from a truck!

But the prey they brought back was only enough for their own supplies!

"Hey, White, come in and have a drink!" The soldier who spoke was the machine gunner in the team. Next to him was a Bram heavy machine gun produced by the Bram Arsenal. His nickname was "Bear".

Cook, a sturdy black man. In such a cold weather, he only wore a combat vest. Here are four soldiers from the Viper team, sitting under the eaves of a tavern drinking. They use a small deer

, in exchange for two bottles of whiskey, they talked loudly and saw White walking slowly through the tavern.

White heard Cook's call and stopped to think for a moment. He walked into the tavern anyway because he needed the hot alcohol to warm his cold body.

White walked up to Cook, and Cook handed White a small stool. The two of them looked about the same size, but White was white and Cook was black.

Today's human beings no longer care about skin color and race.

If there is any racial distinction between human beings now, it is the living and the "living dead"!

The owner of the tavern was a charming woman with a hot figure, blond hair pulled back, and a charming smile on her face. She looked at old White and said hello: "Hi, White, you

But I haven’t been here for a long time!”

Old White looked at the plump figure behind the boss's plaid shirt and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I don't have any money to drink!"

The landlady laughed: "As long as you can serve me comfortably at night, I will give you a drink for free! Look at your strong muscles. It would be a pity if you don't use them! Haha????"

After the proprietress finished speaking, several people in the tavern started to boo, and one man even blew a loud whistle.

"Lady boss, let's come together tonight. I guarantee that I can serve you as if you have ascended to heaven!"

"Yes, boss lady, we can do it! He must be better than Old White???"

"My dear boss lady, I miss you so much that I can't sleep at night???"

"Haha, haha???" Everyone's reaction seemed very excited and excessive.

After hearing these words, the proprietress of the tavern pointed at them and said, "If you don't want to die, come here at night! But before coming, you must get its consent." As she said that, the proprietress put down a silver automatic pistol.

At the bar, everyone sat back in their seats and closed their mouths.

Only Old White said with a smile: "Haha, I can't do it anymore, I'm too old!" After saying that, Old White sat down.

However, the boss lady still looked at Old White with eyes that could spit out fire. The shirt on her chest had three openings, and her plump breasts and black lace underwear could be clearly seen.

Cook smiled and poured half a glass of whiskey for White, "White, haven't you gained much lately?"

White smiled awkwardly at the other three warriors: "There are very few wild beasts that are not contaminated by radiation within thirty kilometers around here. If we want to have a better harvest, we can only hunt farther away.

Got it!"

Brann, a white soldier next to Cook, said: "Going farther away means it will be more dangerous!"

White nodded: "But do you have a better way??"

Brann took a sip of wine and his expression suddenly turned disdainful: "We have no better way, but we are better than some people who are about to starve to death, right? At least we still have wine to drink!"

White's hand holding the wine glass trembled, but he did not speak. Instead, he drank the whiskey in the glass in one gulp and stood up expressionlessly: "I'm going to see my daughter. You drink slowly."

!”

Half a glass of whiskey made White feel more energetic. Then he shouldered the shotgun, said hello to the proprietress, and walked out of the tavern.

Cook said to Brann: "You shouldn't have ridiculed him just now!"

"Humph, how many times has the boss invited him to join our "Viper", but he has always refused. Since he doesn't give us face, we don't need to give him face!"

Old White, who was ridiculed by Brann, had not gone very far when he suddenly heard curses coming from the alley on one side. He turned his head and saw a young man huddled in a muddy puddle, letting a skinny man do it.

He was kicked hard...