Umbrella, The Light of Humanity

A sweltering evening...

"Tick! Tick!"

The noise of cars in the downtown area is dense.

Overlook from above.

The most "modern" neighborhoods, streets and intersections are crowded with all kinds of vehicles.

However, it is said to be "modern", but most of the buildings on the street are no more than a dozen or tens of meters high. Only in the bustling areas near the city center will there be many buildings over 100 meters tall.

It looks like the end of the 20th century or the beginning of the 21st century in the main universe.

now.

southeast side of the city.

On the overpass located obliquely above the main road, no matter whether it is leading into the city or heading out to the outskirts of the city, there is no way to get through.

Countless drivers felt extremely irritable because they couldn't move, or because they missed important events and parties, and frantically honked their horns to vent their anger that had nowhere to release.

It is about to be able to leave the overpass and turn into the road section of the suburban driveway.

Inside a four-door dark blue station wagon.

"Honey, when will you be home?"

"I told you all right away! Don't ask, okay?!"

"All right…"

"I won't tell you now!"

I saw a short-cut man in a suit and leather shoes hang up the phone very unhappy, and threw the phone to the co-pilot.

It seemed that the crop-cut man also lost patience with his girlfriend or wife on the other end of the phone due to the road conditions.

"call!"

Immediately afterwards, he took off his suit jacket and threw it to the back seat, and after untiing his tie, he was finally able to take a good breath.

Seeing that the car in front moved forward, the cropped man immediately let go of the brakes, allowing the car to move forward a little, but stopped soon.

traffic jam.

The air conditioner in the car is broken.

Plus it's extremely hot today.

It is true that the inch-cropped man has no relaxation after get off work, otherwise he would not be angry with the person on the other end of the phone.

Take it easy.

As the car in front gradually left the overpass, it slowly merged into the side road driving out of the city, and saw that the road conditions gradually improved, and the breeze also poured in from the window, which gradually dissipated the irritability of the crop-headed man.

Glancing at the family photo hanging under the rearview mirror, especially his wife and two daughters, smiling from the bottom of his heart, while he was still unsmiling and frowning...

"Hey... Forget it, you can't take the troubles home."

The inch-headed man said to himself rather remorsefully.

So, seeing that the distance to the car in front was sufficient, he held the steering wheel firmly with his left hand, freed his right hand, and kept turning his head to observe, groping for the mobile phone he had thrown on the co-pilot.

However, it was also his dangerous driving behavior that made the taillights of the car in front suddenly turn red when the cropped man turned his head to observe for the last time.

"Chi!!"

! !

Hearing the sound of the car in front slamming on the brakes, the cropped man didn't have time to think about it, and immediately stepped on his right foot, forcing his car to stop suddenly.

But the inch-cut man didn't have time to straighten his eyes when a sudden "Boom!" struck him, forcing him to move forward according to his inertia.

Fortunately, although the station wagon was dilapidated, the airbag still worked. Thanks to the seat belt, it successfully separated the short-haired man from the steering wheel, and combined with the airbag on the door, half of him was wrapped up.

Even so, the sudden rear-end collision and the strong impact still made his eyes go dark.

When consciousness is dying...

"Beep! Beep!!"

"Hey...! Boom!!"

"Crack! Crack!"

He heard more rapid car noises, rear-end collisions and collisions, and even small-caliber gunshots.

In the end, the inch-headed man couldn't hold on any longer, and completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

I don't know how long...

"Om..."

Sharp tinnitus woke him up again.

!

The crop-headed man remembered what happened before he went to bed, and before his eyesight was completely restored, he quickly sat up straight and looked around through the broken car window.

a mess.

The vehicle either stopped and broke down, or caught fire.

"Ah... ah!"

"Save me! Save me!"

Then, some drivers and passengers who failed to escape from the car made miserable screams and called for help, but they only ended up being burned alive by the fire.

And the fire in one car has already stopped, but this also allows many survivors and short-haired men nearby to directly witness the charred corpses of the driver and co-pilot passenger.

vomit…!

The cropped man instinctively fucked.

Very nauseating.

Afterwards, he suppressed the discomfort and continued to look around...

Good luck!

He actually saw the mobile phone, which was under the armrest box of the co-pilot.

Seeing this, the inch-cropped man first unbuckled his seat belt, then pulled the door, and pushed it hard, luckily he still opened the door easily.

Slightly staggering, he climbed out of the car, and when he stood up, he looked in the direction of the suburbs... and home, and found gunpowder smoke rising upwards and dissipating.

Cunto men always have a bad feeling.

Before he fully recovered, the crop-headed man circled from the rear of the car to the other end of the car.

Opening the co-pilot's door, picking up the phone, the man trotted towards the suburbs, avoiding other survivors, walking between vehicles, found the call records, and dialed the contact noted as "Dear".

"Beep...beep...I'm sorry, the number you dialed was not answered..."

"Du...sorry..."

However, no matter how many times the inch-cropped man called, all he got was a busy signal and an emotionless manual reply.

"..."

The inch-cut man just felt flustered.

And before he knew it, he had already left the side road and came to a middle-class community that he had to pass on his way home.

In my impression, it should be a harmonious place, the neighbors are harmonious, and the most important thing is that there are many police patrolling.

But at this moment, the cognition of the inch-cut man was overturned.

In addition to scrapped and broken down vehicles, broken clothing, blood tissue, and human limbs and torsos can be seen everywhere, and there is almost no complete corpse.

Even though the cut-headed man had never joined the army or held a position in a violent institution such as the police, he could tell at a glance that the corpses and debris scattered on the ground were definitely not caused by the previous series of car crashes and rear-end collisions.

This is clearly some kind of riot!

Moreover, the participants in the riots also executed the victims in front of them.

!

After reacting, the inch-cut man standing in front of a convenience store felt extremely heavy.

The fact that his wife didn't answer the phone and the horrific scene in front of him amplified the bad premonition in his heart.

He didn't dare to continue guessing.

"Don't run! Hahaha! Come here! Let me #*death you!!"

Just at this moment, a roar that fell into madness interrupted the inch-cut man from continuing to move forward.

He hastily bowed and ducked to the side of a police car with its doors and trunk open.

Through the front window and the co-pilot's window, he saw a panicked, ragged lady in her fifties running out of the entrance and exit of an alley not far away.

And behind the lady, there was a dark-skinned, sturdy bastard who looked like he was doing nothing was chasing her, and continued to yell obscene words:

"You old bastard! Hahaha! Don't run away! I know you want to be fucked by me too!!"

Tsk.

Although the man with the haircut is not a racist, the statistics show that the crime rate of the bastard's ethnicity is far higher than that of other ethnicities.

Therefore, when he sees a bastard chasing and committing atrocities, he always has a sense of déjà vu that "it should be like this".

"ah!"

Screams echoed through the streets.

The bastard successfully pounced on the lady in her fifties, said even more insane and explicit words, violently tore open her clothes, and couldn't wait to start her assault.

"."

The inch-cut man was not ready to rescue him.

The reason is very simple, he doesn't think he is the opponent of the bastard who is physically strong and 1.9 meters tall, besides, he just wants to go home as soon as possible, and he doesn't want to get too entangled with insignificant things.

only.

When the cropped man walked around the rear of the police car, he found an open weapon safe in the open trunk.

There was a Remington M870 police-style shotgun inside, and about forty red, green, and other colored shotguns scattered throughout the trunk.

!

Seeing the gun and ammunition, the cropped man was a little dazed at first.

But he quickly reacted, and quickly pulled out the Remington, grabbed the shotguns one by one, stuffed them into his pockets, and then filled the barrel under the barrel.

The cropped man speculated that it might be that the policeman and his partner of the police car took away the 5.56-caliber long gun and were forced to stop due to an emergency before it could be locked.

But no matter what, at this moment he is no longer unarmed and has the capital to protect himself.

So he looked at the bastard who was still being violent and aggressive, frowned, closed his eyes and meditated for two or three seconds, and finally opened his eyes again as if he had a conscience.

"Click!" The gun bolt was pulled with a sound.

The short-haired man who had made a decision quickly rushed forward while loading the Remington, pointed the gun at the bastard's back and shouted:

"Hey! You scum! Get off that lady! Or I'll shoot you!"

However, the bastard's hands were hammering the lady's chin rhythmically, as if he was too focused on the violence, and didn't hear the roar of the short-haired man at all.

See here.

The inch-cut man quickened his pace again, raised his right leg by inertia, kicked the bastard on the back, kicked the guy away, and finally stopped the violence and aggression.

"I'll fuck you!"

The bastard who fell to the ground was furious, he stood up without even lifting his trousers, and rushed towards the man with the short hair who pointed the gun at him the most.

? !

What's the situation?

Are you afraid of seeing a gun?

The cropped man didn't care about thinking too much, and he didn't care about the constraints of law and morality. Seeing that the bastard was about to threaten his life, he pulled the trigger decisively.

"Boom!" The ear-piercing gunfire sounded.

"Boom!" The body was violently hit and hammered.

"Click! Dang~dang." The shotgun was loaded, and the sound of the shell casing falling to the ground came together.

Hunzi was hit in the chest by the 18.5mm kinetic energy projectile, and he couldn't control himself. He fell backwards as if flying into the air, and lay paralyzed on the ground, losing his ability to move.

This kind of warhead composed of rubber projectiles is about 28 joules, and its main purpose is to disperse violent elements about 30-100 meters away.

Although it seems to be a non-lethal bullet, it can still be fatal and cause permanent injuries at a distance of 1-15 meters.

Bunny men don't know this.

However, that bastard hit his chest at a distance of nearly four meters, and he was only wearing short sleeves, so naturally he could only breathe out, not breathe in.

Even so, the bastard was still struggling, and there was not much pain on his face, but he showed extreme unwillingness and anger, and said fiercely to the inch-headed man:

"To kill you hastily. I want an amount."

But after struggling to utter a few words, Hunzi completely raised his head and lost his breath.

"call!!"

The inch-cut man killed for the first time, causing adrenaline to soar, his breathing intensified, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

It doesn't matter, the other party is a violent rapist, killing is justified.

He kept giving himself psychological hints, forcing himself to calm down, then turned around, ready to ask the elderly lady how she was.

"You son of a bitch! Who told you to interrupt him! I don't know if my old lady is sleeping?!"

But just after turning around, the lady lying on the ground also started to go crazy for some reason.

? !

The inch-cut man saw that the opponent's eyes were extremely scarlet, and blood was continuously flowing from the corners of his mouth and nostrils.

At the same time, dense blisters and blood rashes began to appear on the other party's forehead, between the eyebrows, jaw, and cheekbones on both sides, gradually forming a bloody cross on his face.

blood cross.

!

Seeing this, the cropped man's profession and work have nothing to do with medical treatment or scientific research, and he immediately understood that the sudden change in the old lady's attitude seemed to be caused by some kind of infectious disease.

Seeing that the lady was about to struggle to get up again, she was also about to pounce on him. The cropped man didn't hesitate this time, and immediately turned his gun and continued to pull the trigger.

"boom!"

"puff!"

One shot kills the opponent.

And this time, the inch-cropped man's psychological guilt dropped sharply.

Immediately afterwards, he held a gun at a sufficient distance, came not far from the dead bastard, and carefully observed his facial features.

Sure enough, there are vague blood cross symptoms.

The reason why he couldn't find it immediately was because the bastard's skin was too dark, and the blood red was not obvious.

Guess is correct.

This madness, madness, is contagious and short-lived, at least the elderly lady was crying for help and begging for mercy half a minute ago.

And he has not shown any symptoms so far, which shows that this kind of unknown infectious disease may require substantial contact with limbs, blood and body fluids.

The cropped man is not one of those anti-vaccination and anti-science organizations that "reduce intelligence".

His pastime after get off work, besides taking his wife and children to have a good meal, is to play zombie and demon shooting games.

The experience in the game is perfectly applied to the current situation.

After analyzing the traffic congestion in the city and the streets, and the fact that the current riots are inseparable from this "Blood Cross", the cropped man didn't dare to procrastinate, and hurried back to the police car whose engine was still on fire.

Immediately drove to a house not more than two kilometers away.

It is a private house with an open door.

! !

Even if the cut-headed man was not infected with the blood cross, his eyes were still red at this time. He picked up the Remington and jumped out of the police car, bursting into the house with the best sprint performance in his life.

Then he saw bloody and milky yellow stains all over the kitchen bar, and on the dining table, his wife's

head.