Doomsday Rise

76 kilometers west of Times Square, there is a rubbish mountain. It is slightly smaller than Times Square, but there are quite a few people. There are almost 500 people. The leader is a bald man with a thick waist and round arms. There are not many people who are so strong, and they are as strong as a cow. This mountain of garbage was brought down with his fists.

It was early in the morning, there was a roar, and a rear eight-wheeled car suddenly appeared on his site, and the slave who had just woken up immediately yelled.

"Call the boss, car, car, there is a car."

"Hit it down, hit it down, don't let it go."

"This is a good thing, and only Times Square has it within a hundred miles."

...

The bald head had heard the roar of the car a long time ago, and before they shouted, they rushed out like a whirlwind, followed by a group of younger brothers, holding iron bars, iron bars, hammers, and wrenches in their hands. Although the body is thin, but the imposing manner is sturdy, in this place, if the performance is too cowardly, will be eaten to the bones.

It's a bit of a troublesome meaning.

"Uncle was thinking about going to Times Square to rob a car and come back, but I didn't expect someone to come to the door automatically, haha, haha, what is this called, pie in the sky." He said fiercely: "Surround me, if it escapes, I will take your skin off."

"Boss, this truck seems to be from Times Square." A slave who went to Times Square to apply for a job had seen this truck.

"Fart, it's mine when you get here. What does it have to do with Times Square? The site is mine, and the things on the site are naturally mine." The bald head reprimanded, and yelled at the heavy truck: "The little bastard inside, hurry up and give it to grandpa!" Come out, present the car, and spare your life."

Behind the heavy truck, the tarpaulin covering it was lifted, and five or six strong men jumped out of the car. When they saw their bald heads, they were a little moved. These slaves had meat on them, at least weighing more than 120 catties. Not many such strong people will come out, and seeing how nimble they jumped off, they are high-class slaves. With a little training, they will not be inferior to him. He has already thought about leaving these people together with the truck up. However, this thought had just arisen, and as the last person jumped down, his face changed drastically.

Boom!

After the man landed, there was a loud noise, like a rock falling to the ground. Looking at this person, everyone changed color. The eyes of the slaves were straightened.

"Is this a giant?"

The last one to come down was a giant man about 2.3 meters in size. His muscles swelled. You could clearly see the muscles on the arms and thighs under the clothes that were like pythons. One arm was three times thicker than the thighs of ordinary people. , looks wild, this person is none other than an elephant.

The elephant kicked its eyes and roared in a thunderous voice: "Listen, this site will belong to Times Square in the future. Those who are obedient will have food to eat, and those who are disobedient will be killed."

The slaves around were stunned when they heard this. These words are so straightforward. The few slaves who were closer couldn't help but take two steps back, the voice was too loud, and their ears were buzzing.

"So I've come to see Lao Tzu's territory, so I have to ask the uncle's fist to answer." The bald head's face changed, and then his face became ferocious. With a kick of footsteps, a deep hole appeared on the ground, and his body was shot at the elephant like a cannonball. There was a slight red glow, and the terrifying high temperature spread in the air.

Boom!

No one saw clearly what happened, but after a loud noise, they saw the bald head flying upside down, faster than when it came, flying more than 20 meters away with a whoosh, and fell to the ground with a bang , slid five or six meters before stopping, and remained motionless. All the slaves stared blankly, waiting for the bald head to stand up again.

5 seconds, 10 seconds, the bald head lay on the stomach quietly, without any reaction. A slave in Times Square couldn't help rushing over to check it out. After only one glance, he turned his head to look at the elephant, and said helplessly, "Master Elephant, you killed him."

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding slaves were in an uproar.

The elephant was at a loss when he heard the words, like a child who had done something wrong, and said innocently: "I just punched him very lightly, how could he know that he couldn't help it?"

All the slaves around showed expressions of fear. Many people are already retreating. The checking slave rolled his eyes helplessly, and thought to himself that you don't think about your strength, your light punch is a huge force to others. However, he didn't dare to blame the elephant, and comforted him: "If you beat him to death, let's beat him to death. Just tell the young master that this person is disobedient."

"You are interesting." Elephant grinned.

The slaves around finally couldn't help it, turned around and ran away. Seeing this, the elephant yelled angrily, as if a divine thunder had descended from the sky.

"Don't run."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the slave not only didn't stop, but ran even faster. The elephant was furious, and rushed two steps. His steps were big, and his two steps were several steps ahead of others. He grabbed a slave who fell behind, grabbed his right foot with one hand, and grabbed his left foot with the other, and gave it a little force.

The slave only had time to let out a half-horrifying cry before it was torn in two, and the intestines and internal organs fell to the ground, steaming hot, and the blood splashed on the elephant's face and body, making it look like an elephant. The demon from hell, the slaves ran faster when they saw him chasing him.

"Master Elephant, stop chasing the elephant." One of the six Times Square slaves following him stopped the elephant, "They can't escape."

An hour later, the mountain of garbage had become the domain of Times Square. After so much time wasted, it wasn't that anyone resisted. No one resisted from the beginning to the end. It's just that these slaves hid and spent all their time looking for someone.

Times Square, on the east side, eighty miles, there is also a faction with more than 300 people. Although it is the smallest in the vicinity, it is the most powerful force. It controls three garbage mountains. They have no women, children or children. , Only strong and strong slaves are accepted, so these three hundred people are all strong and strong. Compared with slaves who generally weigh only 70-80 catties, these people who weigh more than 100 catties are big men.

A truck also appeared here. Unlike the bald-headed arrogance, they immediately recognized that this truck belonged to Times Square, and this team was led by the unhealed spider.

When the spider announced that it belonged to Times Square, the three hundred people laughed mockingly, and the spider also laughed, and laughed happily. However, he laughed for the shortest time. When the others were still laughing, he stopped smiling and said with a murderous expression: "Surround, and those who disobey will be shot on the spot."

The tarpaulin of the truck was lifted, and more than 20 nimble slaves jumped out of the car and quickly surrounded the more than 300 people. The screams of the more than 300 people stopped suddenly, as if they were stuck Stuck on the neck. Everyone's faces were very ugly, as if they had eaten a dead fly.

Of course, there are more than twenty people in the area who are not looked down upon by them. However, if there are more than twenty people with live ammunition, the situation is completely different. They are all submachine guns, and what's more, these slaves wear Wearing big caps, body armor, and eye-catching hiking shoes, when they saw the grenades hanging around their waists, everyone's faces turned ashen.

"Does anyone have any opinions?" Spider asked three times, but no one spoke. There were more than 300 people, and they were very quiet.

"Do you know what this is?" Spider pointed at the heart of one of the leaders with a relaxed voice.

The leader pointed at was unclear at first, so when he looked down and saw the red spots on his body, his face changed drastically. Even if he had never seen it, he had heard of it. The famous sniper. The eyes of the others also fell on the red dot, and their already ugly faces turned ugly again.

"Kneel down and submit, or die." The spider yelled sharply, but immediately changed the topic, "Of course, you can also choose to resist."

When the first person took the lead and knelt down, the spider smiled.

On the south side of Times Square, there is also a faction guarding two rubbish mountains. The leader is Alai. However, everyone has nicknamed him Cockroach, because cockroaches have strong vitality and cannot be killed.

Alai had nowhere to go, and being rescued by Liu Wei'an, he joined Times Square with a grateful heart. In fact, he himself admitted that following Times Square has a future, there is water and food, and the most important thing is to make money. His deterrent power is not as good as an elephant, and his methods are not as good as a spider. It took a lot of shopping to complete the task, and more than a hundred people died. However, although the process was a bit twists and turns, the result was still good.

Times Square needs people, guns and guns. There is really no reason for failure.

The hairy monkey took down a faction, the lion personally led the team, and took down another without fighting. Within a day, all the territory within a radius of three hundred miles fell into the hands of Times Square.

Liu Wei'an signed another contract with Zhao Kangcheng, paid 10 million coppers, and bought two sets of equipment again. The equipment was 10 million coppers, and he owed money for one set. He promised to pay it off within one month. . Firstly, Zhao Kangcheng believed in him, and secondly, he did not believe that he would not be able to pay back a person who had given out 20 million copper coins in a row.

This is actually related to Liu Wei'an's style of work. When other people buy equipment, they pay a deposit first. After the equipment is installed and delivered, they pay the balance. Fortunately, he always pays in one lump sum. He trusts Zhao Kangcheng so much. , Zhao Kangcheng will naturally reciprocate.

In addition, food and medicine, just these two things, squandered all the copper coins earned by Times Square during this period, and those who wanted to buy some daily necessities had no money.

When Liu Weian came back after finishing everything, the person who cleaned the battlefield in the battle area also came back, and brought back a news that surprised and pleased him. The tank was not dead. The tank that drove the armored vehicle and killed at least three armored vehicles of the enemy He is still alive. It's just that the situation is not good. Liu Weian didn't know how bad it was until he saw the tank.