Forester

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The road washed away by the flood was muddy, with rotten grass and dead trees, potholes and gravel everywhere. The dilapidated four-wheel drive was extremely difficult. When he saw the entrance to the highway in the distance, Mu Yan immediately turned onto the highway.

This section of the highway is tens of meters above the ground and has not been damaged by the floods. The rows of huge cement pillars supporting it have also survived the floods. It is obviously not a shoddy project without conscience.

Once on the highway, the worn-out little four-wheeler could finally accelerate slowly, and it flew away with a cheerful rumble.

But as they walked along, they saw desolation on both sides of the road. The villages were dilapidated and the towns were reduced to empty cities. Mu Yan could not see a single person. This situation lasted for half an hour before they saw a car parked on the roadside in the distance. , there were two men standing next to the car.

When the two men saw them coming, they immediately walked to the middle of the road and waved to stop the car.

Mu Yan turned his head and looked at the old man, casting a questioning look.

"Stop for a moment and help if you can."

The old man sighed.

After hearing the old man's instructions, Mu Yan didn't say much and immediately slowed down, and the small four-wheeler slowly stopped on the side of the road.

The middle-aged man among the two was overjoyed when he saw Mu Yan parking the car, and ran over with a smile on his face.

"Little brother, my car is out of gas. Can you give me some more oil? Just a little bit will be fine."

Mu Yan got out of the car, glanced at the Audi not far away, and then said: "We don't have much left. I'm afraid we can't help you."

"Not far ahead is the highway exit. I can drive there with just a little fuel, please."

Seeing Mu Yan's refusal, the middle-aged man begged himself.

"Then I'll give you a ride."

Seeing that there were only two of them, Mu Yan said immediately.

"So, you just won't lend us the oil?"

Seeing Mu Yan's refusal, the middle-aged man's tone suddenly became arrogant. He stared at Mu Yan and spoke word by word in a deep voice.

"Why, if I don't give it to you, how dare you take it?"

Sensing the change in the middle-aged man, Mu Yan chuckled.

The middle-aged man ignored Mu Yan and gestured to the young man behind him, who immediately rushed over with two long watermelon knives.

"Cut them!"

The middle-aged man took a watermelon knife, shouted, and struck Mu Yan first without hesitation.

Seeing that the two of them were going to kill someone if they disagreed, Mu Yan smiled coldly, kicked up, and then kicked the watermelon knife in his hand away. Then, with another kick, the middle-aged man's body flew away.

Then, Mu Yan rushed out quickly and punched the young man who was rushing towards the old man away.

Mu Yan took action, as fast as lightning. In almost the blink of an eye, two men with fierce looks were lying on the ground, moaning and groaning.

“You don’t know what you can do!”

Mu Yan muttered and was about to step forward to teach the two of them a lesson when he heard a cry coming from the Audi. Then, he saw three old, middle-aged and young women rushing out with a child, and threw two of them on the ground respectively. On men.

"excusable."

Seeing that there were children and young people hiding in their car, Mu Yan was stunned and said slowly.

The middle-aged man and the young man stood up quickly, their faces covered with blood, and stood between the woman and Mu Yan. They stared at Mu Yan fearfully and said nothing.

"Old man, let's go."

Mu Yan originally wanted to kill the two of them, but when he saw their wives and children, he couldn't bear to do it again, and immediately called the old man to get in the car.

"Won't you help them? The whole family is pitiful."

The old man was stunned.

"If they dare to block the road and rob them, I am showing mercy by not killing them. Besides, our fuel is not enough to get us to Wuyang City. Give it to them. If we can't run very far, we will have to abandon the car and walk."

Mu Yan shook his head and smiled bitterly.

"That kid is so pitiful that it's unbearable to look at. Let's get out evenly. The highway exit will be in front of us."

The old man sighed.

Seeing that the old man insisted on helping, Mu Yan was stunned for a moment, then he smiled and said: "Old man, this car is yours, and the oil is also yours. If you ask for it, I will give it to you."

After saying that, Mu Yan walked towards the family.

When the family saw Mu Yan walking up, they all panicked, especially the women hiding behind, who cried hoarsely.

"Bring something here to fill it with oil. Don't thank me. It's the old man who is so cruel."

Mu Yan stepped forward, coldly said a word, then turned around and walked back.

The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time, and then he was overjoyed. He happily took out a large mineral water bottle from the car and chased Mu Yan.

There is a long water pipe in the bottle, and the oil can be drawn out from the fuel tank by sucking it with your mouth. It turns out that they have been prepared for it.

Mu Yan unscrewed the oil cap and asked him to take half the bottle of oil, then kicked him away.

With oil, the middle-aged man was respectful, and even if Mu Yan kicked him, he would not dare to express the slightest dissatisfaction.

Finally, the middle-aged man's mother, who is also an elderly person, led the whole family in bowing to the old man to express their gratitude. As for Mu Yan, maybe it was because he beat her son and grandson and frightened the whole family, so the old man was not embarrassed.

Seeing this, Mu Yan chuckled and laughed it off.

Over there, the old man couldn't bear such a big gift and immediately asked Mu Yan to drive away.

"Now that the world is in chaos, only a handful of people can survive. Since they can't survive more than a few days, I will try my best to help. I just want to be able to live up to my own conscience before I die."

The old man lay on his back on the seat, looked blankly at the broken roof of the car, and murmured.

Mu Yan glanced at the old man and said nothing. He just quietly turned the steering wheel and stared into the distance.

The highway continued to stretch under their feet. Mu Yan drove the dilapidated four-wheeler for another dozen kilometers when he suddenly saw that the road in front of him had collapsed.

"We can't get through in front, so we have to turn around and take the national highway."

Mu Yan frowned. There was not much gas left. If they turned to the national highway, they would definitely not be able to reach Wuyang City. However, the highway collapsed and they could not pass. Mu Yan could only turn around and leave the highway at the exit not far ahead.

However, as soon as he turned onto the national highway, Mu Yan saw a dozen police cars parked in the distance, and then saw a group of people surrounded by a dozen police officers armed with live ammunition.

Mu Yan is a wanted criminal in the world. Although his appearance is very different from that on the wanted poster, and his face is covered with mud, he still has to be careful when meeting the police. He glanced over there, and then sped away in the opposite direction. After a long time

, Mu Yan vaguely heard bursts of gunfire coming from that direction. The gunfire lasted for a long time before gradually disappearing.

"Hey... there are always people who want to make a fortune for the country and should be killed."

The old man shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The mountain rain comes and the wind fills the building, and one stone stirs up thousands of waves.

Mu Yan understood the meaning of the old man's words, and he felt very heavy. As the aftermath of the drastic change continued to ferment, the social order began to collapse, and everything was on the verge of losing control.

It's just that the poor can only take care of themselves, while the rich can help the world. Mu Yan can't control such national affairs, so he can only go with the flow and do what he can.

Along the national highway, Mu Yan's dilapidated four-wheeler headed towards Wuyang City. The four-wheeler bumped and raced in the mud, splashing mud and water.

Wuyang City is a state city, the political, economic and cultural center of a state. Around it, satellite towns are dotted.

Soon after, Mu Yan saw those satellite towns, but he was horrified by the empty and desolate atmosphere.

Catastrophe! Catastrophe that wipes out mankind!

Mu Yan stopped the car and looked at the empty and messy streets, dumbfounded.

"During that period, it was a state of complete lawlessness. They burned, killed, looted, attacked and smashed. They vented all their dissatisfaction. Everything as far as the eye could see was a scene of doomsday."

"The scale of the riots was unprecedented. The urban management and police were already at a loss to deal with it. The government had no choice but to send troops to suppress it. Only then did the riots subside."

The old man murmured from the side.

It has been almost a month since the drastic changes in Bardia Royal Forest Park, and almost a week since the global disaster. The widespread panic and chaos caused by the disaster has basically stopped under the strong control of the authorities, leaving only a deserted place.

The dilapidated shops and buildings on both sides of the road and the swaying coke cars still silently reveal the tragic years of the past.

Listening to the old man's words and looking at the scene in front of him, a picture emerged in Mu Yan's mind involuntarily. There were fires in the sky, houses and shops being smashed, cars overturned and set on fire, and innocent people knocked down.

There were also shouts, cries, helpless cries of children, and urban management officers wielding various tools to suppress the riot.

All kinds of things in the world and the impermanence of things are all reflected in the fleeting pictures.