Center for the Protection of Human Civilization

By the time Ikawa walked to the prison gate with heavy steps, Brand had already been cut off from a large pile of flesh and blood, and was rolling on the ground screaming.

Rand was also happy, playing with the dagger in his hand, and laughing at the person in front of him who ruined his life was in pain.

"......"

John is just a little police officer after all, even after the baptism of blood cross, his stomach is still overturned, and he can't bear to continue looking.

Yi Chuan didn't talk nonsense, grabbed Brand who was rolling on the ground, pinched his chin with the steel giant hand, stepped on the ground with his legs, and slowly lifted it up.

"Spare me, spare me, ahhhh

But Brand still didn't give up hope of living, and begged for mercy in pain.

It wasn't until his spine and head were taken out of his body that his voice slowly stopped.

"Otherwise.

"Give it to me."

Taking the skull, Rand took out an iron rod out of nowhere, stuck it in the chin of the skull, threw it on the ground, and kicked it aside.

< kills the heinous Brand for +10 Power. >

Tsk, it's a little little.

"How does revenge feel.

Yi Chuan wiped the blood on his armor and asked lightly.

He was a little curious if the revenge was as empty as it was in the novel.

He was relieved when he blew himself up.....

"Cool.

Rand's answer was crisp.

"Not empty?"

"Empty fart! I just hate a few cuts.

"So... Seems to be quite normal to me.

Listening to Yi Chuan's tone of "it turns out that he is fine", a wave of curiosity and inexplicable sympathy suddenly rose in Rand's heart.

In the past few years, his daughter was drugged to death, his wife was insulted to death, and his good-looking son was sent to the red light district and his whereabouts are unknown, he has never confided in anyone.

For no other reason, he was a criminal.

Unlike the tragic anti-heroes in the movie comics, there are beautiful women or good buddies who sacrifice their lives to help each other and can defeat the villain with a single blood, Rand's revenge is silent and boring.

During the execution of his first revenge, he found the little white face who seduced his daughter and caused her to be sold for filming, and gouged out his good-looking eyeballs with his own hands.

The process was relatively difficult, I was angry at the time, and I didn't have any plans, so I rushed into the shooting base and was shot three or four times, probably because of God's favor, so I didn't trend it for the first time.

Although Rand is the best in the police academy where the sun never sets, his marksmanship is superb, and there is no problem in fighting ten by himself, but.... There's a very real problem.

There's no money.

The police wanted to keep Rand at first, but under Rand's massacre, they could only arrest him, and Rand thought that he was also a person, and he couldn't rob and steal, so he could only run around the place where the black household worked during the day, and went out at night to take revenge, and his body collapsed when he came and went.

collapsed and talked about a fart revenge, and Rand could only pull down his face to borrow money from his old colleagues..... Rand never wanted to remember those days.

The faint disgust of a colleague, the incomprehension and anger of his wife, his own confusion and pain, and the irrepressible ecstasy after the killing...

The price was that his wife and son were brutally tortured to death.

He sometimes wonders what he's doing

, and he can only kill a few minions, but at the cost of everything.

Sometimes, he even thinks that maybe things would be better if he did whatever it takes to get

revenge, and if it weren't for his strong obsession with revenge and his sense of justice as a former police officer, Rand feels like he's become a complete sociopath.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with him, it was normal for him to go crazy after losing everything.

But reason tells him that if he wants to uproot the criminal empire that killed his entire family, a madman can't do it, and he needs wisdom.

After the outbreak of the Blood Cross, he thought that this fucking world couldn't be more fucked up, and he would kill Bland in prison, and if he couldn't afford it, he probably thought of a way to swallow a gun and commit suicide.

But now, he actually met an even more mysterious and fucked-up "chief", and heard the same experience from his mouth as himself.

He has seen madmen, people who don't take their lives seriously, and even more so those taciturn special forces.... But this Yi Chuan, the so-called major of the United Nations Special Epidemic Prevention Force, fascinated him with his strange temperament.

Rand couldn't describe it..... It seems that tyranny and gentleness form a perfect coexistence in him.

can smile like an instructor and speak professional military knowledge, looking as beautiful as a girl, but killing people is as brutal as a blood cross.

Rand had never been more desperate to know the story behind a man.

But now is clearly not the time to ask this.

"Is there any electricity for the emergency generator?

Wiping the blood stains on the electromagnetic rifle, Ikawa asked, the security here is very good, even if there is no electricity, you have to get some generators to come.

"There should be.... This group of people should have turned on the emergency generator too.

As a good police officer, John glanced at the door of the security room that had been forcibly opened, and found a small and inconspicuous button in the intricate pile of buttons, which was the activation device of the emergency plan.

"Yes, Rand, you go and see if there are any alive in the prison, John, you go check the equipment in the prison, and I'll collect something.

Ikawa quickly gave the order, obviously treating the two of them as soldiers, Rand was slightly stunned, and John naturally gave a military salute, trotting all the way to the security room and starting to fiddle with things.

"Okay, it's really your subordinate.

Rand only sighed, shook his head with a smile, and walked deeper into the prison.

It seems like... Not bad.

.........

Ikawa took off his power armor and looked at the gate with satisfaction, which had been made of iron paste made by himself.

He was very confident that Blood Cross couldn't find this place, this group of guys was not zombies, they were going to eat, and they were starving to death in this wilderness.

"The smell of blood........."

Even though he was used to it, the smell of rotting blood made Ikawa frown.

Blood, does it smell like this? It's too strong.

"It's going to be dealt with....,"

Ikawa muttered, accumulating too much flesh and blood will produce that kind of blasphemous circle, although I don't know what the harm is, but it's better not to form it, it must be cleaned up.

The problem is that the three of them are going to move to the Year of the Monkey to .....

Thinking about it, Yi Chuan looked at the map on the wall, and the dense information on it made him a little relieved, but fortunately he didn't let the blood get on it.

What is written on it is the gathering place of the blood cross in several nearby cities, the settlement point of the survivors, and the storage point of some materials worth exploring, which is simply a post-apocalyptic exploration gift package, and now it is cheaper for itself.

I need people now, a lot of people.

When I settle down a bit, I'll have to recruit troops.

It needs a set of military-industrial bases for itself, so as not to face the embarrassing situation of turning off thermal weapons in the later plane.

"My boss, you can help! If these guys rot here

, they will have to smoke people to death!" Listening to Rand's roar, Yi Chuan nodded helplessly and walked over, he can't do this kind of thing in power armor, it will crush people, and it will be difficult to clean up.

"Here we are.

Ikawa didn't spare his hand, and all the prisoners were given a shot, sparing less than ten lives, hitting the legs and arms.

Although Rand was very dissatisfied with the work of collecting corpses, the more he looked at these corpses, the more he admired Yi Chuan.

Without him, all headshots were killed.

Except for the occasional shot in the leg, all of them were shot from the center of the eyebrow to kill, whether it was running, dodging or even shrinking behind cover.... Without exception.

"You're not dirty.

Rand looked at Yi Chuan, who had no psychological burden and walked over with two lumps of rotten meat with a calm face, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Yi Chuan looks like a European aristocratic son, his body looks slender and weak, and his skin is as fair as jade, and watching him do this kind of thing is really a kind of destruction of the worldview.

"Dirty, I didn't see anything when I was fighting, but it's still in good condition.

Yi Chuan grinned and patted the bloody flesh ball, and the blood and flesh were scattered on his body, and he turned a blind eye to the blood and flesh on his body, and Rand's face turned blue when he saw it.

It took a whole day for the three of them to pant and throw most of the bodies out of the prison, and even shoveled out the minced flesh from the area where the circle had formed.

But the extremely strong smell of blood still couldn't be washed away, and the three of them had no choice but to go deep into the prison and come to the staff quarters, which seemed to have been transformed into a resting place by the group of prisoners, and they could see a few simple beds erected.

The three of them gathered around and munched on compressed biscuits, but this time, it was clearly a lot more comfortable to sleep in the solid concrete building.

Rand and John cleaned up the flesh and blood for a day, and collapsed on the bed when they were tired, but Ikawa didn't have any, he was used to such high-intensity work, squatting on the ground, and studying the map with a flashlight.

A plan crept into ..... in his mind