Behind me is the earth

Chapter 333 331. You must be God

Tijuana is a city on the border between Mexico and the Stars and Stripes. It is a new city developed due to geographical reasons.

After crossing the distant Pacific Ocean, Ren Shengshen came to the sky above the city of Tijuana, Mexico.

The first reason why I chose Mexico City is that it is a chaotic place. The combat effectiveness of the government troops is not as good as that of the drug lords' armed forces. Even some government troops have blurred the boundaries with the drug lords' armed forces. In such a place, the government's It is difficult for administrative capabilities to effectively suppress crime, and there are naturally many loopholes that can be exploited.

The second reason is that the economy here is relatively developed and it is an emerging industrial country with a relatively rich industrial foundation and sufficient industrial talents.

Tijuana, the fourth largest city in Mexico, was chosen because it is the city closest to the border of the Stars and Stripes and is the home base of the drug lord Edward Group.

The government has to control the territory of the big drug lords, and there must be a positive and negative game between the two parties.

There will be room for gaming, and there will be gray areas where you can fish in troubled waters.

And Sam is a person who walks between the gray areas. He is 1.8 meters tall, has a thick beard, black hair carried upwards, wearing a crisp suit, striding on the street, enjoying the envious eyes of the poor.

However, for Sam, although he has a decent income, he has been unable to find the meaning of life in recent years.

Because life loses faith, life becomes meaningless. They just live a step-by-step life, and sometimes go out to find a few women for excitement, but they do too much in the primitive movement of extending life, which also makes life full of boring and stale taste.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion.

Sam suddenly came to his senses and subconsciously ran towards the store on the street. As he ran, he looked back towards the direction of the explosion.

There, a group of "special forces" equipped with the standard equipment of the Stars and Stripes Army and armed to the teeth rushed out from the street corner and were engaged in a fierce conflict with a group of bodyguards in black.

"What's going on? What happened?"

People in the store were lying on the ground and looking outside.

"Isn't that car the mayor Ms. Monserra's car?"

"Didn't I say a few days ago that Ms. Monserra received death threats and moved to a military base? How could she be here?"

People were talking a lot, but there was a hail of bullets on the street outside.

Soon, when Seim saw an armored vehicle driving out, he got up and ran towards the back door of the store. Then he heard the sound of the glass door and wall behind being broken by machine gun fire. , people's frightened screams also sounded.

At this time, Sam had already run into the alley behind the shops along the street.

"Rumble, rumble..."

Sam heard a sound coming from the air, looked up, and saw a group of armed helicopters flying over. The helicopters flew so low that he could clearly see the guided missiles carried on the planes.

"It looks like a plane from a military base."

Sam has been wandering in gray areas all year round and knows a lot about these.

"call!"

The gunshots and explosions on the street were blocked by thick buildings, which made him feel a lot more at ease.

Looking at the quiet alley, Sam breathed a sigh of relief, patted the dust on his suit, and walked along the alley with his head down.

However, when he walked around a corner and saw two excited young men coming out from behind, Sam suddenly became nervous and quietly grabbed his right hand toward his lower back.

"Hey, brother!"

The two young men saw that they had taken too much, so they came up and surrounded Sam: "I kindly advise you, it is best to take your hands out and put them where we can see."

Sam's lower back was pressed against by something hard.

There are people behind.

Sam had to take out his hand and raise it.

"Brother, the money is in the wallet on your chest, you can take it."

Sam tapped his chin on the lining pocket on the right breast of his suit.

A green-haired drug addict walked up to Sam and touched Sam's chest. Sure enough, he touched something hard. He put his hand in and took out a square wallet.

After opening his wallet, the green-haired addict's eyes lit up: "Hey, I just said this is a rich man. You can tell he is an elite by looking at his glamorous appearance!

Elite, let me give you a piece of advice..."

As the addict spoke, he took out the thick banknotes in his wallet, and then hit Sam in the face with his wallet: "Elites like you shouldn't walk in dirty back alleys. , you should go outside, that shiny city avenue."

"Hey, brother, I only have this money. I can give it all to you. Can I leave here?"

Sam frowned slightly and secretly cursed these dirty rats in the sewers, parasites living in the city, and children with cerebral palsy whose brains were controlled by drugs. They should really drown in that dirty and smelly sewage!

"Of course...not possible!"

"Hahahahaha..."

The drug addict, who thought he was funny, laughed for a while, but found that no one agreed with him.

However, Sam knew that he was in trouble today.

He is very familiar with these drug addicts whose brains have been emptied by drugs, especially those who are high and whose behavior is no longer controlled by the brain. The rational part of human beings seems to have been dug out of their brains, leaving only a body controlled by unreasonable emotions, revealing the most primitive desires of human beings.

"What are you looking at!"

A hard punch hit Sam's stomach without any warning. Under the pain of eating, my stomach just felt like it was churning like crazy. I bent over and said "Wow" before spitting it out on the ground. The pizza I had just eaten had not yet been fully digested.

"Oh ho!"

The addict screamed strangely.

Sam noticed that there were more and more people around the corner, including men and women, many of whom were half-clothed. Some people are skinny and skinny, their skin is sore and black, and they are swaying as if they were living zombies coming out of a biohazard!

"Farke!"

Sam cursed silently.

"Boom!"

At this time, an explosion sound came from the street outside the alley. The violent explosion sound even caused the ground to shake.

But to Seim at this time, the battle with live ammunition and armored vehicles and helicopter gunships seemed to take place in another world.

And his battlefield is in this dirty rat alley, blocked here by such a group of filthy backstreet rats.

The Geert pistol from his waist had been taken away. In order to survive, he had to kneel on the ground, raise his hands, and wait for the rats to deal with him. At the same time, he lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the legs of these people, actively looking for opportunities to escape.

"Bang!"

A stick hit him on the head suddenly, causing Sam to feel dizzy. Sticky blood immediately flowed from the top of his head and fell to the ground, immediately dyeing the cement bricks in the alley red.

"Faco!"

Sam came back to his senses and looked at these crazy zombies. They pushed their hind legs on the ground and rushed out with his strong body. With the muscles he had developed, he immediately pushed down four or five of them. The drug addict in front of him rushed towards a luxuriously decorated clothing store not far from the alley.

As long as you rush in, you have a chance to escape through the front door.

"Bang!"

There was a gunshot, and Sam immediately felt as if someone had drilled his butt.

Then he couldn't use any more strength and fell to the ground.

The next moment, Sam was pressed to the ground by these zombies dancing around.

"Why are you running? It's rare for elites like you to come to our territory on weekdays."

"I am Edward's man, if you dare to do this to me, none of you will survive!

Even the drug addicts who were in a state of madness and had been tortured to the point of losing their sense were still calmed down by these three words Edward!

Edward is the underground emperor of Tijuana who takes life and death.

Sam's shirt was roughly pulled out of the belt, leaving his side waist clean and white.

He immediately realized something and shouted loudly: "I am a civil servant and have never had a tattoo!"

"fart!"

"How dare you use Edward's name to scare me!"

Green Hair was so irritable that he poured stinky urine on Edward's head.

A pair of feet kicked him, and his whole body twitched in pain. This humiliating way of death made him feel that it would be better to die in the fire of bullets on the front street.

The blood that continued to flow from his head had blinded one of Sam's eyes, and the foul smell rushed into his nose. He struggled hard, but the pain in his buttocks had drained all the strength from his body, leaving him He was pinned to the ground, unable to breathe through his nose, and his entire consciousness was being withdrawn.

"Perhaps you need help, my friend."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded from above everyone's heads.

Sam saw a ball of golden light falling from the sky. The golden light turned into a handsome human being from the east, floating above this dirty alley. The golden light reflected the surrounding rat maggots in every detail, but at the same time, Let this despicable and dirty alley become glorious and sacred.

"God!"

This sacred but not dazzling light filled Sam's body.

Dozens of drug addicts around him were also standing there in a daze.

"Who are you? I'm not afraid of you, I'm super brave!"

Lu Mao thought it was a hallucination caused by his own high.

"Bang!"

There was an explosion like a watermelon breaking, and Lu Mao's whole body suddenly exploded into a ball of flesh and blood.

As soon as the screams were heard, these addicts found themselves unable to make a sound.

It was as if a restraining spell had been cast on them, they stood fixedly in place, unable to move.

Sam floated, the dirt on his body was cleaned out, and the blood on his head also floated. The handsome god floated towards him, and the motionless drug addict blocking the road moved to both sides. Under the throbbing pain in his waist, the bullet stuck in the bone drilled out of the flesh and fell to the ground.

A ball of green water gathered in a spiral shape in the air and landed on his head and butt. He felt a tickling sensation and the pain in his body disappeared quickly.

Although the healing spells learned from Xiao Wan are not as effective as those in other worlds, they are still effective.

Ren Pingsheng looked at the drug addicts in the alley with expressions of shock and fear on their faces.

Under the bridge tunnel and the sky corridor not far away, there were tattered mattresses and beddings, presumably their nests. Even just over there in their lair, there were a few skinny addicts, covered in laziness, lying on the ground unable to sit up, staring blankly at the sky, waiting for death to come and harvest them.

This back alley is filled with filth, chaos, crime, numbness and corpses. If Resident Evil was shot here, the workload of props and makeup artists might be greatly reduced.

"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang..."

Explosions sounded one after another.

Let's use these scum to their final value.

Groups of blood gathered together, and with a wave of Ren Pingsheng's hand, they were thrown into the sewer and merged into the sewage pipe network of the sewer.

The alley that was bustling just now suddenly became very quiet.

Dozens of living people disappeared into this world silently.

The sounds from the neighborhood outside came through, as if they were from another world.

Ren Pingsheng looked at Sam. He thought he would be terrified after his worldview exploded, but he unexpectedly saw a pair of fanatical eyes.

"Are you a god?"

Sam asked enthusiastically and expectantly.

In the epic, the mythical means indeed gave his three views a strong impact, but when he was about to die and came back to life on his deathbed, his three views were quickly reshaped, and after the shock, he became fanatical.

"Sam, are you a theist?"

Ren Pingsheng was floating in the air, looking down at the Mexican singer.

In the yang state, his eyes lacked human emotions. Under the golden sun behind his head, there was more of a shocking divinity!

When he was in the air, Ren Pingsheng observed the city, thinking about how to get into this strange country and city.

At the beginning, the conflict between the outside drug gang and the mayor attracted his attention, making him consider whether to take this opportunity to take the upper-level route. This way, the starting point would be higher, and the subsequent development should be easier and faster.

But on second thought, the relationship at the top is inextricably linked, especially the relationship with the country next door.

If you get involved and cannot control the situation, you will be shooting yourself in the foot. When you don't understand the situation, it's better to be careful.

Then, the man in the alley also came into his sight.

However, he did not take action immediately, but in order to achieve better results, he found a critical moment to cut in.

The wallet on the ground flew up, and the discarded documents also flew back into the wallet, and then the wallet fell back into Sam's lining pocket.

"I have repented, been lost, and lost, but today I have rediscovered my faith!"

Sam clasped his hands together and looked piously at the true God above his head. The emptiness in his heart was filled. It was like a new life at this moment, and life was given meaning.

"Come with me."

Ren Pingsheng fell to the ground, and at the same time restrained his sacred radiance, and walked out of the alley.

A somewhat embarrassed Sam followed him step by step.

He was pleasantly surprised to find that the injuries on his head, butt, and body were actually healed!

The garbage in the alley, the wet humus garbage, got out of the way.

When the two came out of another street, there was a steady flow of traffic and people on the road, as if they had entered another country.