Doomsday Assassin System

Die, die!

Chen Lei stayed where he was, looking at the mutated cat the size of a leopard lying on the ground, still bleeding profusely, as if it had been struck by lightning.

"If it doesn't die, we will be the ones who die!" The prince took a deep breath and said.

"Are you a human or a monster?" Chen Lei looked at the prince with awe and said something that seemed to only appear on TV or in novels.

"Haha, what do you think? Take me to see the poison-making workshop hidden underground?" The prince picked up the pistols dropped by the four people killed by the mutated rats from the ground. After a closer look, he found that they were the same ones.

Models and bullets are universal. I can't help but be overjoyed. Even though my body is already extraordinary, I still like these modern weapons very much, not just because they have special advantages over cold weapons.

"Okay, there must be something you like in it." Chen Lei said immediately after hearing this, walking a little faster without realizing it, as if there was something beautiful waiting for him inside.

Ye Tian mentioned Xiaoru before, which seemed to be the name of a woman. When he mentioned this name, the prince noticed that Chen Lei's expression changed significantly. It was probably his beloved woman. No wonder he would rather die than leave.

, but I heard that Ye Tian’s tone seemed to be dedicated to serving, but I don’t know why Chen Lei is still so obsessed with it. I never thought that such true feelings can be seen in troubled times?

"Is there anything I can like, a gun?" the prince said with a slight smile.

"It's a high-frequency radio and a high-power diesel generator."

"I can understand the diesel generator. Electricity may be needed to make drugs. What would a drug lord do with a high-power radio?" the prince asked very puzzledly after hearing this.

"I don't know about this, maybe it's to get information from the outside in time." Chen Lei, who was leading the way, explained.

The entrance to the underground workshop is in the northwest corner of the factory building, more than one meter below the ground. A rusty iron door is tightly closed. Beside the iron door are several rusty iron buckets, with about half a person inside.

How high.

"He still has his men inside." Chen Lei whispered, no longer worried. All this was due to the prince's almost monster-like performance just now. Even such a monster can be dealt with so easily, let alone just a few people.

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"several?"

"Three."

"You lure them out."

"Okay." Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Lei agreed.

Bang bang bang, the dull knocking on the door was particularly loud in the silent factory.

"Who is it?" After a moment, a man's cautious voice came out.

"It's me, Chen Lei, it's not good, Brother Tian is in trouble." Chen Lei's tone was very anxious, and even his expression was like this, which made the prince who was hiding behind the big iron barrel feel quite emotional.

"It's a shame this guy doesn't act in movies!"

"Brother Tian, ​​what's wrong?" There was a sound of unlocking, and the iron door opened. Two people came out, one holding a pistol in his hand, and the other holding a machete in his hand. They stared at Chen Lei and asked.

"There is a powerful guy outside with a gun in his hand. Brother Tian is in trouble!" Chen Lei said hurriedly.

"Where are you, take us there quickly!" Before he could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his head, followed by dizziness, and he suddenly fell to the ground.

"You..." Before the man next to him could finish his words, he saw a fist coming to his eyes and hit him hard on the face. With a pop, it was like opening a dye shop. After a moment of confusion, he just wanted to endure it.

He raised his hand in severe pain and received another blow on the back of his head. He suddenly fell to the ground with a thud.

In less than three seconds, the two strong men fell to the ground. Chen Lei on the side was not surprised. After all, they looked more like normal people compared to the monster-like behavior just now.

"There's only one left." He looked at the two who fell on the ground, picked up the pistol from the ground and said.

"That one is very easy to recognize. The only one inside is bald." As he spoke, Chen Lei pushed the iron door open, and a fishy smell rushed out from inside. The smell was even worse than a pig pen.

It smells bad.

Then in the faint light of the underground workshop, the prince saw a shocking scene. In the relatively spacious space, dozens of people were in ragged clothes and looked dull. The woman among them was almost naked, and only one person was wearing clothes.

Even when faced with a doomsday disaster, people only fled in panic and still had the instinct to survive. However, the prince saw only numbness in the eyes of these people in front of him. They were the real walking dead. What kind of cruel experience caused them to lose their lives?

The final thought.

"Chen Lei, who is he?!" Among the crowd, a bald man pointed a shotgun at two people.

Such people should die!

Seeing the hell-like scene in front of him, the prince was filled with rage, uncontrollable, and full of killing intent.

"Don't move!" As soon as the strong man finished speaking, he suddenly found that one of the two people standing at the door was suddenly missing. He hurriedly raised his gun. Chen Lei was so frightened that he hurried to the side to dodge. Then he heard two gunshots, and his bald head was like

After being hit hard, two flowers bloomed on his chest, and then he fell to the ground.

"Xiaoru, Xiaoru!" As soon as the bald man died, Chen Lei rushed in and hugged the only one of the women who was wearing clothes tightly, while the woman sobbed in a low voice, and then burst into tears.

Listening to the miserable cries, the prince could imagine that these few days must have been worse than death for this weak woman. The days were like years. The fact that she was able to hold on until now without collapsing like others shows that she

Not an ordinary woman.

This woman whom Chen Lei misses and loves deeply is very attractive. She gives people the feeling of a girl next door. She looks like the kind of woman who keeps her own rules at first glance, but she doesn't know why she is willing to suffer such humiliation. However, Chen Lei is still in love with her.

He, with such a mentality, the prince asked himself that he could not do it.

Love is indeed strange. Even in such an apocalyptic world, when people are as cold as frost, the purest flowers of this time can still bloom!

After going deep into the underground workshop, the prince discovered several iron barrels containing corpses in the depths. Inside were a pile of broken bones and flesh, which vaguely showed that he was a man during his lifetime.

"What should we do with those two guys outside?" Chen Lei came to the prince's side and asked after comforting his beloved woman who was on the verge of collapse.

"You can do whatever you want." The prince said coldly. In his opinion, such a person deserves to die!

"Okay, let me take you to watch the radio first."

Chen Lei took Wang Hou to a corner of the underground workshop, where there was an old-style radio with an antenna stretched above the ground.

"You may not look at its ancient appearance, but it is very powerful. The day before yesterday, I heard Ye Tian use it to receive news from the outside. It seemed to be news from China Central Radio and Television. It was very clear."

"Oh, what are you talking about?"

"The situation is very serious." Chen Leili thought for a while and said, "But we are still urged not to panic. The troops are working quickly to rescue."

"Rescue, there are at least dozens of first-tier cities like Jiangzhou, hundreds of second-tier cities, more county-level cities, tens of millions of people on the verge of death and infection, the country can

How many troops can be mobilized?" The prince didn't have much hope that they would come to rescue Jiangzhou, not to mention that a few days ago at the Holiday Inn, he had witnessed with his own eyes a group of soldiers who turned a blind eye to the calls for help from the survivors in the hotel.

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