Chapter 623 Walking a Thousand Miles
Song Shi walked across the long street.
From the billboards that fell everywhere, we can probably know that before the war broke out, this was a commercial street.
Now there is only dead silence left.
Even though there is no window intact, a few wolf cub dolls who have been stepped on for countless times were lying quietly, dirty and greasy plush rolled up together.
I picked up the doll with one hand, and the fire flashed by, and the stains flew in a flash.
Song Shi placed the three dolls by the window one by one, and the latter showed a dazed and cute expression, staring motionlessly at the half-dead Pali Pizza Shop opposite and the skeleton shelf hanging on it.
"There are no people left and the building is empty."
Then, Song Shi continued to move forward.
The blue propaganda sign fell into a pile of gravel bricks, and the words "Wartime Relief Loan is dedicated to serving you" were painted with red paint.
The corporate alliance has already seen clues. No, it should be said that it is about to succeed.
Song Shi looked at these.
It is said that before the Seven-Truth War, those companies were in close contact with politicians and exchanged interests, but the government that ruled this land still held considerable power.
Until the war broke out, in order to maximize the potential of war, the government continued to transfer power to the companies and deregulate the regulations - this indeed allowed the coalition government to resist aggression and even gain the status of fiddling the game.
What is the cost?
A rustling sound came from under my feet, and the cement floor shook a few times, and was pushed open suddenly. The beetle tentacles, half a meter long, were protruded out, but at the joint at the root of the tentacle, there was a rotten rat with eyes falling off.
If a mouse whose mouth is so big that he can swallow a cat in one bite, it is still a mouse.
Song Shi stared at the scarlet eye. In just a few seconds, a black shadow turned out from the wreckage of the building and slowly surrounded the young man.
Every mouse is as big as a calf, with fur blooming and blood scars on its body. Every move will leave sticky footprints. Perhaps because of the radiation, Song Shi could feel that the body temperature of these mice was significantly higher than that of normal organisms, about fifty or sixty degrees.
It's like a moving fermentation bag, which will explode with a bang at some point.
According to previous mercenaries, the company in charge of the front of the Eastern Republic of China was pure white creatures.
Pick.
The smelly saliva flowed down, the mouse breathed rapidly, and its bloody forelimbs stepped on the ground irritably, and then accelerated suddenly. In an instant, a black shadow like a shell drowned at the young man, and disappeared in the sudden wind.
Maybe they are guinea pigs who escaped from the laboratory, or they are just a group of poor people who squat in the sewer all day long, and after drinking enough wastewater from somewhere to discharge it, they have genetic aberrations.
All the guesses and truths are burned in the flames.
Song Shi continued to move forward.
The air defense alarm echoed, like a person's powerless scream before his death, hovering over the ruins of the city for a long time. The rocket clusters dragging the wake arrived as scheduled, sprinkling destruction for Hogarth.
The earth trembled violently, and all the buildings that were within their eyes were as terrified and were shaking. As soon as the golden flame rose, it was blown through by countless shrapnel, and the flames and water vapor evaporated into huge mushroom clouds.
When even heavy tanks were looking for a place to curl up, the young man turned a blind eye to the gap between the explosions, moving forward straight, still measuring the world with his steps.
Whether it is the splashing shrapnel or the explosion itself, it is too trivial to a fourth-ring psychic.
Apart from the hot smoke, nothing can touch the young man's body.
Song Shi breathed silently, and the irritating smell bloomed in his nose, trying to leave an indelible mark on people.
This round of shelling lasted for half an hour.
The city seems to be a little more damaged, and it seems to be just an illusion.
The collapsed supermarket still collapsed, and there was no new puffed food on the shelves. The wreckage of cars on the street was burning tirelessly, but the shriveled fuel tank that had long been looted gave the flame a bit of a scathing.
The only difference from before was probably the pharmacy service robot that was pressed under the billboard and kept shouting "Don't be immersed in the grief! A 59% off painkiller pills!" The last half of the head was also blown into pieces, and finally stopped calling.
Finally, Song Shi stopped.
I don't know when it got completely dark.
So too.
After several repeated street fightings, Hogarth's hydropower network almost completely collapsed. Considering the cost-effectiveness, the coalition government was really not interested in rebuilding this mess. After deploying some individual soldiers to garrison, it chose to strategically give up here.
The darkness of the tide was overturned, and Song Shi let the last bit of his face be submerged and raised his head.
In the glazed pupils, a gorgeous Milky Way is reflected, which is a scene that you will be lucky enough to see when the neon light pollution is extinguished. "The destructive power is greater than the era of the Qi Shangzong, and smaller than the era of the Second Seven-True War."
Song Shi said to himself. "The rest seems to be no different."
Bang!
Bang, bang, bang!
Three pale lightswords split the night, and the concrete pieces rose up in the air waves, turning into gray snow. The strong roar of rotors, like a storm approaching from afar, suddenly descended.
"——The warning is only once!"
"Stay there and don't move! Otherwise we have the right to open fire!"
The armed helicopter hovered hundreds of meters above, and three beams of light moved quickly on the ground, finally gathering a little to illuminate the black-haired young man.
"You are suspected of endangering national security, intentional murder, and sabotage of public property!"
"Surrender immediately, don't think about making unnecessary moves!"
In a shocking glance, at the door of one of the armed helicopters, a man with long flowing hair held his hands and looked down at the scene below casually.
The second ring [transcendence] psionic energy, the biological body suit "Torland Magic Vine" of [pure white creature], professional and customized training experience, excellent tactical literacy.
This is an impressive strength that can be enough to defeat an armed battalion alone. The mercenary group "Lemen" sent to guard and unfortunately sacrificed, and only needs to take a little attention to him. Not to mention those who were traveling with them, they carried three armed helicopters with heavy firepower and technical suppression equipment.
In the observation of the supersensory system, the opponent's biological energy intensity second ring. Portrait recognition, uploaded to the company database for comparison, there is no information at the moment, that is, the psychics in the wild, a bunch of lonely wild dogs.
At this time, the man heard the other party speak.
"If I surrender, what will happen?"
"No end, can I count on slices?" The man said slowly: "We will reasonably evaluate the losses you caused. If you sign a contract, you will repay them by forced labor. It will take about six hundred years?" He shrugged: "It depends on your work efficiency."
Song Shi did not comment. He picked up a pocket watch at his feet. The cover and gear had disappeared. When his thumb scratched the back cover, there were laser-etched dents, which should be the names of two people.
"Hogarth has hundreds of thousands of people. Where are they going now?"
"Dead, ran away, and protected to the rear." The man waved his hand: "Population is a very precious resource, we should cherish it, right?"
After receiving the signal, the magnetic current buffer at the bottom of the tactical boot rubbed against the steel cable, they let go of their hands two hundred meters away from the ground. The pressure relief device in the exoskeleton joint snorted, which was the only reaction of the soldiers' landing. They were surrounded and slowly approaching the youth.
What prevents fighter jets from further performance is actually the physiological functions of the pilot themselves. The same is true for exoskeleton armor. Even if it has a load-resistant and buffering system, the human body is still too fragile when facing most situations.
Fortunately, as a subordinate army affiliated to [Pure White Biology], they enjoyed the dividends of large companies - biological implants and gene enhancement surgery, which greatly enhanced their physiological functions and also liberated the performance limits of exoskeleton armor.
The war has been fought for many years, and the world seems to have been pressed by the fast forward button, and it will change every morning. This is how these biological implant technologies are changing with each passing day and are booming. I really don’t know how the white coats in the R&D department have their brains.
The city was briefly bright.
Then, as the flames dissipated, the darkness like water closed behind Song Shi.
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
Continue to move forward.
Hogas was crossed straight, and the building gradually became thinner, leaving only the winding road. In the end, even the road broke, and targeted artillery fire shattered the road surface after the third repair.
A group of motorcycle bandits who were wandering in the wasteland whistled and crashed into each other, and the turbid dust shaved layer after layer behind the motorcycle. The people who had just knocked the candy looked satisfied, shouting and raising the rifle wrapped around the rag, and bullets rubbed a series of Mars on the sandstone.
Song Shi raised his hand.
The shoddy rifle melted into iron and solidified into a straight iron gun. The iron spear stood deeply on the ground, with terrifying bodies hanging on it, the greasy dreadlocks fluttering in the wind, and the ground in front of the iron spear was carved with the words "Nan Dou".
The new building profile poked its head out from the horizon.
Reminiscent of the fishy storm of a mammalian uterus, Song Shi stepped into this town. This place that the bandits in the wasteland were too out of sight, and opened their arms to the new visitors.
Phone, the delicate flesh-toned bacteria film spread from the eaves to the streets, and there was a clear network of blood vessels slowly squirming in it. Every step you take, strands of sticky will be drawn out of the soles of your feet. The dark corners that cannot be shined with sunlight are filled with adult-sized egg cocoons.
Song Shi pushed open a door, and then a second one. The basement door opened, revealing a trembling and terrified woman. In her swaddle clothes, the baby cried out in pain because his hands were tightened.
After looking at each other for a long time, the baby cried until he was exhausted. After sleeping again, the woman trembled and was about to untidy her clothes.
Song Shi shook his head.
The woman paused her hand and said carefully: "The government is here to save us?"
Song Shi shook his head again.
She was in a state of dismay.
At this time, some kitchen faucets forgot to close, and intermittent clicks came from the door.
Hearing this sound, the woman was pulled back to reality, and her pupils shrank: "They are coming!"
A ball of black shadow fell from the eaves onto the lawn engulfed by the bacterial membrane, and a mucus splashed. The black shadow shook his head and raised his head. The hollow eye sockets and mouth were intricately linked to the cilia of the fungi.
Following the tattered suit, I could barely imagine his past style. This adult man crawled on the ground in an anti-joint posture, like a quadruped. Further apart, egg cocoons burst, and creatures like the former shook their wet bodies.
The next moment, they rushed towards the hut like a tide.
"Come out." Song Shi gently knocked on the basement door: "You are not the only living person here."
The woman didn't say anything in panic. A monster jumped up from the ground, and her gray-white, crystal-like nails suddenly grabbed the young man.
Bang, a ball of flames—and then a bunch of flames.
When the woman stumbled out of the basement, everything in front of her was burning, and the spreading bacteria membranes, the rich spores free from the air, as well as the good and bad neighbors of the past, and the deformed monsters of today, all disappeared.
"This, this" the woman murmured in a low voice, her face full of confusion: "Nothing is left."
"The artificial defense technology of pure white creatures is much more immature than that of Jade Pharmaceutical after it was developed."
Song Shi walked out of the eaves, and the red and golden sea of fire separated for it. The woman hugged the baby tightly and followed immediately.
"A special parasitic colony, spore transmission. It can parasitize into the nervous system, greatly stimulate the host's physical function, and ordinary people can also become good at tearing tigers and leopards. The disadvantage is the high consumption of biomass, so they are extremely eager for flesh and blood. From another perspective, this is not a disadvantage."
The bathroom door filled with debris shook and was pushed open suddenly, a shotgun came towards him, and turned into ashes in less than a tenth of a second. The man who was so thin that he had lost his appearance had bloodshot eyes. After seeing the young man and the woman in front of the door clearly, he fell into a long daze.
"High pollution, proliferativeness, and efficient utilization of population resources. Conventional light infantry troops without heavy firepower will inevitably suffer heavy losses through here."
Song Shi broke the grain warehouse and pulled out a man with red cheeks from it. "One of the necessary things to establish the victory of the war is the averaging exchange of resources."
Thirteen people, this town with more than 5,000 people at its peak, was selected as the "artificial defense line". After a brief ecstasy, the red and golden fire light reflected the blank faces.
The parasites are not interested in most grains, carbohydrates and water. After a round of flame purification, the collected items fill a school bus.
"No oil"
The man's careful words got stuck, the flames wrapped around the bus, and after a brief preheating, the engine roared.
"Get on the bus."
Searched in. "I don't want to go to the city anymore." The drunk man sobbed in a low voice, "I'm fed up with this. I'd rather stay in the wild."
The bus speed was far beyond the original design. Twenty minutes later, in a simple camp, dozens of wanderers nervously raised the black muzzle and pointed it at the bus that suddenly stopped.
Some food and water are qualified to join.
"Wait. Wait!" When he witnessed the bus about to set off again, the man suddenly remembered something. He caught up with the bus and shouted: "What are your name?"
Two words came from the wind.
"Nandou."
(The end of this chapter)