The end of the world: The residents are shocked, the city lord is so beautiful!

Montenegre.

A group of survivors hid in an abandoned warehouse, huddled in groups and crouched in various corners, listening to the roars of zombies outside, cowering like dangerous ostriches, just burying their heads in the soil.

On the other side of the warehouse, a team of more than 10 people occupied most of the warehouse, swaggering around and laughing!

On the side, a disheveled woman with a swollen left side of her face was cooking instant noodles in front of a hanging pot, and the aroma of instant noodles overflowed the entire warehouse, and after a while, the warehouse resounded one after another gurgling.

"Made, cook instant noodles and grind and chirp, Lao Tzu should throw you out to feed the zombies!" a yellow-haired woman kicked on top of the fire.

The woman staggered to the side, her hand subconsciously propping up the ground but accidentally pressed on the firewood, and instantly let out a terrible scream!

Huang Mao stepped forward and kicked her feet twice, grabbed her hair and threatened: "If you call out again, attract zombies, the first one will throw you out!"

It's just that dense cold sweat oozes from his forehead, and there are still a few pieces of red carbon stuck to his hot hands, which keeps making sizzling sounds.

A burning smell came from the woman's hand.

The woman looked at the indifferent crowd, and ruthlessly dragged the red carbon off with her intact other hand, and after a while, big blisters bulged on both hands.

The woman leaned against the wall, staring at the ground with empty eyes, her face crisscrossed with various scars, her hair was knotted, and even a piece was missing, and the torn scalp was oozing blood, which looked very terrifying.

The charred hands trembled slightly, and the wounds were slightly bloodshot in addition to the blisters.

On the other side, Huang Mao brought the cauldron to the middle of the crowd, took out the only bowl that was missing, drew a bowl full of noodles, and respectfully brought it to a bald flower arm.

He sneered, "Boss, eat it while it's hot." The

bald head, that is, Wang Gang took the noodles and took two big mouthfuls. Only then did he wave his hand and said, "Brothers, eat." The

rest of the people rushed up and grabbed the noodles, some didn't even want chopsticks, they were not afraid of being hot, they reached into the pot and grabbed it, and soon ate the only remaining noodles in the pot, and finally they didn't even leave a mouthful of soup.

The survivors huddled in a pile on the side were hungry, and their stomachs were even more cramping when they smelled the tempting aroma of instant noodles.

Everyone's eyes dodged, you pushed me, I pushed you, and finally launched a man. The man straightened his messy suit and wiped his dirty hair.

Tremblingly, he moved to the group of supernatural beings and said, "Now... It's the end times, and you... You are extremely selfish in abandoning your compatriots!" Huang

Mao still had noodles hanging on the corner of his mouth, and when he heard this, he was immediately furious, and when he was about to turn around to teach this unknown rabbit cub a lesson, a flower arm stopped him.

Huang Mao looked up along his arm and said with a flattering smile: "Boss, I'll just deal with this kind of little scum, don't hurt your hands."

Wang Gang glanced at Huang Mao, who only felt the chill on his back head rush to the top of his head, and quickly nodded his head and stepped aside, wiping the cold sweat on his forehead.

Wang Gang was covered in tendons and flesh, and he was a second-level ability, and he walked as if the ground was shaking, and the man in the suit couldn't help but take half a step back and swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

Wang Gang walked up to the man in the suit and stared at him with straight eyes.

The eyes of the man in the suit have been swaying from side to side, but he doesn't dare to meet Wang Gang's eyes.

Cold sweat kept flowing down his forehead, and he didn't even dare to raise his hand to wipe it.

The heart seemed to be tightly held by a hand, and it was like thunder.

"Do you think you're a hero?" Wang Gang spoke, and his gloomy voice frightened the man in the suit.

"Do you think that if you stand up for these people, they will be grateful

to you?" "Or do you think you have the strength to overthrow me and take my place?"

The man in the suit shook his head hurriedly, and his feet were weak and almost fell to his knees.

Wang Gang's viper-like eyes scanned around, and no survivor dared to look directly at him everywhere he went.

What's more, they trembled with fear like chaff, and kept hiding themselves in the crowd, for fear of being targeted.

Wang Gang was very satisfied with their reactions, and evoked a cruel laugh.

Stretching out her hand behind her back, a woman twisted her willow-like waist and put a bag of instant noodles into Wang Gang's palm, her eyes were like silk, and at the end she hooked Wang Gang's little finger.

Wang Gang's eyes were stained with desire, he stared at the woman fiercely, turned his head and grabbed the back of the man in the suit.

Shove him in front of the survivors and throw the bag of instant noodles in the dust.

Everyone's eyes suddenly focused on the bag of instant noodles, and then looked blankly at Wang Gang, who grabbed the man in the suit.

Wang Gang lifted the man in the suit with soft feet up, threw the dagger on his waist next to

the instant noodles, and said, "Whoever kills him can get that bag of instant noodles." The

tone seemed to say that the weather was good today, but the man in the suit was like falling into hell, the fear in his eyes was like substance, his legs kept shaking, he wanted to beg for mercy, but he felt that his throat was dry and hoarse, and he couldn't say anything.

Turning his head, he saw that there were people in the crowd who were about to move, and many people were struggling in their hearts, with extreme hunger on one side and human life on the other.

The man in the suit felt a little wetness between his two strands, and finally cried out in fear: "Wang... Boss Wang, I was wrong, please, let me go, please......" snot and tears covered his face, and the wetness between his legs became more and more.

Wang Gang covered his nose in disgust and said, "What, you don't believe your compatriots?"

The man in the suit turned his head, looked at the commotion in horror, and cried and shouted: "Don't fall for him! He just wants us to kill each other......"

Before he finished speaking, a dagger pierced him in the heart, and the person who picked up the dagger didn't even look at him, so he threw himself on the instant noodles next to him, tore open the bag and stuffed it into his mouth, mixed it with dirt and stones, chewed it in two bites, and swallowed it.

Wang Gang laughed out loud and casually threw the man in the suit to the ground, and then a fire ability was thrown on the man who was desperately swallowing instant noodles.

Suddenly, a scream rang out, and a burning man kept rolling in front of the survivors.

Wang Gang smiled evilly and said to the survivors, "This is the end of resistance!"

Then he laughed and returned to the middle of the strangers, and took the woman who put his arm around the waist of Yang Liu and entered a room.

After a while, there was a blushing sound from inside.

Huang Mao listened to the body and was about to move, spat and walked to the survivor pile, pulled a little girl out at random, picked up her pants and pounced.

The rest of the Ability Squad was also dispatched.

The warehouse burst into laughter and screams from the abusers and screams of the survivors.

The remaining survivors had to hug themselves tightly and huddle together with the others who had survived.

Whimpering quietly...

Such scenes are repeated in countless places in the Blue Star.

It is said that the last days are the punishment of heaven, but why is there cruel violence between the same kind?

Where is the hope?