Section 201 Requirements

"Push--"

Boris screamed and fell to the ground. The extremely high temperature biological flame burned most of his body, and the flame guided by consciousness instantly surrounded his whole body. His arms and legs were completely burned out, barely remaining intact surface of the torso, revealing heart-wrenching charred blackness. It was impossible to tell whether it was his original skin color or the effect of carbonized muscles.

Boris is still alive, and this state is no different from death. He can feel that his abdominal organs have been cooked, and only his heart is still beating weakly, allowing his life to last for a few minutes while he is breathing.

He raised his head with difficulty, and the first thing that caught his eye was Lin Xiang's beautiful eyes like black jade. His attention was quickly focused on the other party's injured arm - the arm that was cut in half by his blade, which should have completely lost its function and was only connected to flesh, which was healing rapidly at a speed that could be seen clearly by the naked eye. In less than half a minute, the whole arm was intact, with only the broken combat clothing hanging down from his shoulders, and the surface was stained with shocking blood.

"You, you are... no... no, this, this is impossible-"

Boris looked at the scene in a daze. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it was the truth.

There is no doubt that this is a special ability that only mutated humans can possess.

Self-healing?

Bad limb regeneration?

No matter what the specific name of this ability is, the owner is definitely not as weak as ordinary parasites. He only has one key point, perhaps the head or the heart. As long as there is no damage there, no matter how serious the physical damage is, it can recover quickly in a short period of time.

Not only this one, Boris witnessed Lin Xiang using the ice wall to block his attack, and also used the terrifyingly high flame to melt himself. Regardless of his actual ability, just these three superpowers alone, it is enough to be invincible.

What's even more terrifying is that he can't feel the slightest breath of supernatural powers from him. Disguise is his biggest killing.

"I'm really a fool..."

Boris felt a sense of weakness, and he murmured, lifting his right hand that had long disappeared, burning the arm that had been burned to charcoal, leaving only his shoulders less than ten centimeters away, and slowly pointing to Blanche who was walking towards the sofa.

"No wonder, no wonder you have to wait for this kid to come back... to come back. He, he does have surprising... surprising strength. Hey, hehehehe! Little girl, no, I didn't expect... This time, I really took a look--"

Boris mumbled intermittently, and from time to time, large clumps of sticky plasma mixed with internal organ fragments surged out of his mouth. He raised his head a little higher, looked at Blanche's gaze, staring at her crazy and eagerly for several seconds, and tried his best to ask, "There is something...I, I don't understand. You, you said, you want to...revenge me...what is going on?"

Blanche squatted down, turned her head, and looked silently at the man who used cruel and violent means to take away his body.

"I'm pregnant with your child."

Her voice was very light, but it sounded completely different to Boris. He suddenly opened his eyes wide open and his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but he could not make any syllables.

"There is no need to doubt this. That day happened to be my ovulation period. I tested it with a special method and I was indeed conceived."

Blanche glanced at him coldly and said slowly in a sarcastic tone: "After you raped me, I lay in bed for a long time. Only in this way can your sperm be fully integrated into my body. I did not rinse the dirty things, I did it on purpose-"

A fresh flush instantly rushed to Blanche's cheek. She paused, suppressing the intense and impulse deep in her heart, and gritted her teeth and said with hatred, "I'm just an ordinary woman. I can't beat you, but I will give birth to this child. If it's a girl, I will send her to a brothel and let her be ravaged by countless men every day. If it's a boy, I will castrate him and throw it to slave traders and sell it to those with special needs. Whether it's a man or a woman, their names will be called Boris. Of course, this is not the whole of revenge. I will also take enough cell samples from them and send them to the Joint Doctors Association to copy hundreds of little Boris. As you said - as long as you have enough money, they can do it easily. Hahaha! Don't look at me with such a terrible look, this is all learned from you-"

"You, you, you..."

Boris' breath became heavy, his chest was fluctuating violently, his eyes were filled with anger and unwillingness, fear and despair. Suddenly, he sat up suddenly from the ground with a shocking movement, and burst into a howl like a wild wolf. After a moment, he fell to the ground with a bang, and there was no movement again.

Sunlight appeared in the sky, which transmitted from the gaps of the radiating clouds, forming scattered and scattered slanted light columns. It was like an invisible sword piercing thick clouds, allowing long-blocked light to appear on the surface of the earth, shining out an area where you can feel the warmth slightly.

The fire burning in the city has been extinguished, and various obstacles filled through the main traffic roads of the city were cleared. The attack team composed of main battle tanks and wheeled armored vehicles was conducting a comprehensive search of the entire city with the edge of the inner city as the midpoint. Thousands of fully armed city guards were scattered into squads of ten people, setting up dense guard posts on the streets. They followed behind the chariot troops and searched and cleaned each building. Once a mob was found, they would be killed on the spot. If they were trapped residents, they would be taken to a temporary resettlement area specially set up in the north of the city, and a special person would be able to identify the identity and send water and food.

Scattered gunshots echoed over the city, with sharp screams from time to time. The sunlight became increasingly lighter, and thick clouds slowly moved in the sky, swallowing the last ray of light wildly, and could no longer be revealed. The falling snowflakes set off the dark sky, and this winter seemed to be getting colder and colder.

Several mottled painted bulldozers slowly moved forward on the city streets. The huge bucket at the front was filled with thick corpses that looked like hills. There were men, women, elderly people and children. Their bodies were covered with dry and frozen blood clots, and their hands and feet collapsed weakly. The buckets crossed the ground, causing a harsh and harsh friction, and the bodies scattered on the streets were slowly pushed forward by huge mechanical forces. They piled up higher and higher, and were too large to be accommodated by the bucket... Finally, at a spacious intersection, the bulldozers slowly raised the tilted metal bucket surface amid the roaring motor, and shaped the cold and hard corpses into a pyramid-shaped pile.

On the ground, there were several gray-white groove marks cut by shovel teeth and shocking bright red blood. They spread from the edge of the mountain of corpses and extend to the end of the street in the distance.

In front of the city guards, which had absolute advantage in force, the rioters chose to surrender. They were driven out of the city by skeleton soldiers and armed civilians, and surrounded in the open space facing the east near the entrance and exit of the outer city. Looking down from the sky, it was like a huge circle of people of strange shape.

Cobert used all the armored troops and thousands of soldiers to build a temporary cordon on the edge of the encirclement. Roughly, the number of rioters surrounded has exceeded 20,000. They are all men. Compared with a few hours ago, the violent and barbaric aura is dissipating from their bodies, and tame and gentleness are reappearing on their faces. The bloody and cruel eyes are no longer visible in their eyes. The black muzzle pointed from all directions made them feel fear, and the fanaticism generated by flesh and blood and violence is completely cooled down. They shrank together, trying to squeeze into the circle of people, using other people's bodies to block their existence, and then spread their anxiety gazes out of the gaps of the crowd, constantly looking at the armed soldiers standing on the edge of the cordon and carrying live ammunition.

Refugees are the most "free" people in the world. They wander in the wilderness, and a piece of bread and a cup of clean water can easily attract them. They are not picky about food. As long as they can provide nutrition to their bodies, they will not let go of food residues that have not been completely digested in the feces. This is very similar to mutated mobs who can enter the medium and severe radiation areas, but it has essentially subtle differences. In short, those who wander in the wilderness are more adaptable than urban residents. Refugees are actually neutralizing between civilians and mobs. They can accept rules and are restricted by laws to transform into civilians, and may at any time be transformed into barbaric and cruel mobs due to external inducement.

Everyone carries packages of all sizes, which are plundered spoils. They grab the packages very tightly, for fear of being stolen. They don’t think they are wrong at all. Killing and snatching objects is common in the wilderness, and such disputes arise in the refugee camps almost every day. If you have to find some difference from them, it is that the competition area has changed from the wilderness to the city of Yinyue.

Hundreds of armored trucks were parked outside the crowd, which cooperated with several guard towers scattered nearby to form an irregular defense line. The soldiers affiliated with the city guards used sandbags to raise the ground and set up machine guns. As time passed by minute by minute, more and more temporary fire points appeared on the thin guard circle.

Cobert, wearing a gray-green military coat, stood in front of a wheeled armored vehicle, silently looking at the crowd surrounded by a hundred meters away. The whistling wind rolled over the hem of the coat and fluttered back and forth, and the biting cold hit his cheeks, dispelling the little warmth that had just gathered, and condensed into a faint white frost on the surface of his messy beard.

Cobert's heart was as cold as a piece of ice.

Just half an hour ago, he just learned that in the ruins of a bakery in the outer city, he found the remains of his wife Tara's body that had not yet been completely burned out.

She could have no need to die.

According to the decree issued by Lin Xiang: including Cobert, all the indigenous people in Yinyue Town live in the inner city guarded by walls and a warning tower. If I had not mentioned it at dinner the day before yesterday, the pastry pie in the bakery in the outer city tasted good, Tara would not have gone out to buy it.

She is a kind-hearted woman, not pretty, but very strong. Just a few months ago, Cobert took her to the hospital for a special examination, and the doctor clearly told herself that Tara had been pregnant for more than four months.

Her body was lying on the empty counter of the bakery. Her carbonized hands and feet mixed with the fire ashes scattered beside them, leaving only a few black scorched bones connected to her body. Her originally bulging belly was split by sharp objects such as swords and axes. Perhaps because the blade was too blunt and bald, the wound was torn to pieces, and the thick yellow fat mixed with capillaries turned out to the surface of the skin, and the sticky flowing substances were blocked.

With the broken intestinal tube, the dry and black umbilical cord was dragged out from the inside of the abdomen and was pulled out more than two meters away. The ground was full of messy footprints, broken clothes and scattered bread crumbs, and there seemed to be a fierce battle. On the left side of the corpse, on the triangular barbecue rack made of several wood, there was still a roasted and lonely baby arm. Next to it was a pile of very small bones.

Most of Tara's head was burnt, and only the part connected to the eyes was left to remain intact. Her eyelids had turned white and her nostrils expanded to almost swelling. From this palm-sized residual part, Cobert could fully feel the tragic pain she suffered before her death and the fear that caused her face to be completely distorted...

The wind is getting colder and colder.

Cobert subconsciously inserted his hand into his coat pocket and touched a cold hard object.

That was Tara's skull. To be precise, it should be the hardest part taken from the center of the skull. Due to the lack of food, the dead in the wasteland world rarely get buried. As a memory, people usually take the skull from the corpse and carry it around as a stake to express sadness. This custom may have emerged in the early days of the new generation of humans entering the world, and then continued to this day. Even civilians who have long given up their wandering life have maintained this completely different funeral method from the old man.

A soldier with a dusty face and a slightly tired expression came forward and gave a very standard military salute, saying: "Captain, the rioters elected a representative and asked Jin to meet the city lord."

Cobert's face showed a sickly blue-white appearance. He squeezed the bone pieces in his hand tightly, then slowly loosened them, put them down, and the corners of his mouth that were frozen and stiff, revealing a strange sneer: "...bring him here."

This is a very strong middle-aged man, over 1.9 meters tall, half a head above Cobert. His beard was very thick and hard. He was wearing a black coarse cloth blouse. Through the half-open opening, he could see his chest hair and his tangled and developed chest muscles.

Tall and strong, this is the standard for refugees to judge their strength and the only criterion for them to choose their leader.

"Why didn't you let us go?"

The man's voice sounded a little dull, full of dissatisfaction: "We have surrendered, and according to the relevant regulations, you should provide us with food and water."

He was right, there is indeed such an item in the shelter rules formulated by the City Management Committee.

Cobert's eyes were filled with unconcealed sarcasm. He glanced at the man coldly and said, "You have a good memory. At this time, you still remember the so-called regulations."

"It's a mess, we, we don't want it."

The man smiled awkwardly and said in a stressful tone: "But now that things have passed, we hope to return to our residence. You have also seen that it is snowing now, and we need clothes and houses to keep warm, as well as food and water. If you continue to stay here, many people will be frostbite. We have the strength, and... are all men."

This statement is obviously threatening. It is not that the man has not figured out the current situation, but that the refugees are already accustomed to swaying left and right in "surrender" and "rebellion". Given the considerations of population and improving their own strength, many settlement controllers chose to punish the evildoers when quelling the rebellion and continued to contain the rest of the personnel.

In the man's opinion, there are enough people who have died, and no city lord with vision will refuse his surrender. Moreover, these are 20,000 strong men. In the wasteland world, this is equivalent to a huge alternative resource.

Therefore, I have the right to demand some of the most basic living supplies and regain freedom.

Cobert stared at him coldly, and the gaze released from deep in his eyes turned from cold to vicious, and then slowly turned into hatred and ferocious.

"You... actually want food?" His voice sounded a little weird, a little hoarse, with a depressing speed, and even a little bit of incomprehensible rapidity.

"We haven't eaten anything for a whole day. If we continue to be hungry, I can't guarantee what will happen. There are more than 20,000 strong men here. If they hear these words, you should understand what will happen." The man frowned unhappily, and his words were even more nakedly threatened.

"You have food around you, why come to me?" Cobert smiled and grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
Chapter completed!