Chapter 202: Re-hate

The man looked at him in a daze, and after several minutes, he slowly shook his head: "I don't understand what you are talking about."

"It's not difficult to understand my words."

Cobert slowly turned around, looked at the noisy and crowded crowd in the distance and smiled, "Go, call five people over."

The man frowned and looked into the distance with confusion, then turned his gaze back to him, with a look on his face hesitant and he didn't say anything.

"If you can solve the food problem yourself, then get me back as soon as possible-"

Suddenly, Cobert burst out with a deafening roar: "Get out! Don't stand here with annoyance. Get out--"

The man's face was ashen and his eyes were filled with a suppressed anger. He opened his mouth but did not speak, but stared at Cobert with a resentful look. After several minutes, he turned around and walked quickly towards the crowd.

In terms of personal strength, he is no match for Cobert with the eighth level evolution ability. However, human thinking is so strange - the man is not alone, with a huge group of more than 20,000 celebrities standing behind him. This is a force that shocks any ruler. Although they created riots, killed tens of thousands of residents, and threw the entire city into unprecedented chaos, they have surrendered now. In other words, they are willing to accept Lin Xiang's orders and become a member of Yinyue City again. In the eyes of these people, it is natural that they have been far away from danger, return to the city and start their lives with the stolen things.

Based on the previous experience of Yinyue City in treating refugees and his own personal experience, the man believed that Lin Xiang would definitely arrange a suitable seat for him in the city management committee. No matter what, he was also a representative elected by 20,000 people. Putting aside force, from a purely administrative perspective, he is already on par with Cobert's status, on par.

"Wait! I will definitely deal with you. You will regret everything you said today-"

Looking back at Cobert standing in the distance, a cloud flashed across the man's face and he growled with gritting teeth.

Anger and roar have no meaning, and ruthless words simply for venting cannot be used as food to fill your stomach. The man who has nothing to find immediately aroused the dissatisfaction of the rioters. They urgently need to return to their original residence to escape the severe cold, and their hungry intestines need to be filled with enough food.

"We want to drink water, eat-"

"I've been hungry all day, I need food-"

"Mom, what are we doing here? It's too cold here, I'm going back-"

The crowd of people who were surging with emotions began to stir up, and they slowly moved towards the cordon. The angry and dissatisfied screams became louder and louder, and the distance between the edge of the rioters and the defense circle became shorter and shorter. Driven by desire and madness, the crowd crowded desperately towards the front.

Looking at the abortion like an ant, Cobert's gloomy face gradually showed a cruel sneer.

"Shoot and press them back-"

The dull and rough gunfire completely smoothed the chaos that broke out in the crowd. Bullets roared into the bodies of the people in front, and as they fell, the crowd immediately fell into chaos. They retreated desperately, running back and forth in the narrow clearings, looking for every possible exit that could leave the encirclement. However, they soon discovered that the facts were not what they imagined - no matter what they were hit in any direction, they would always attract dense blocking barrage. More and more dead people, and the crowd began to fall into greater dysfunction and uneasiness... The chaos lasted for more than half an hour. Finally, the exhausted rioters finally realized the status quo, sat on the ground one by one, gasping for breath, no longer talking, or resisting.

The man came back to Cobert. This time, he was not alone. Instead, he honestly followed Cobert's request and brought five other reliable confidants.

Although, he had never understood what Cobert wanted to do.

"I want to appeal to the city lord—"

The man roared angrily: "You dare to shoot us at will, know that we no longer resist. The city management regulations stipulate that food and water must be provided to the surrendered people. We need these things now."

Cobert glanced at him without expression, then turned his eyes to the other people standing behind him, and slowly said, "You all need food?"

The rioters looked at each other for a moment and nodded at the same time.

Cobert pulled out a fake Browning pistol from his back and aimed at the man.

"No! You, what do you want to do? You, you can't-"

The man's pupils suddenly tightened. He screamed in panic, then suddenly burst out with huge gunfire, and the harsh scream stopped abruptly, and then the air quickly filled with pungent smell of gunpowder.

A huge blood flower suddenly bloomed on the man's face, and almost his entire head was blown away.

Cobert slowly lowered his arm holding the gun, pointed to the corpse that was still twitching on the ground, and said to the remaining people in a cold tone with a sense of abuse: "Eat him. Remember, you must finish it-"

The voice is not loud, but the meaning is clear enough.

The rioters were silent.

They have all eaten people. However, taking the initiative to kill people and eating them, being killed in front of them, and then eating them into their stomachs are two completely different concepts.

Regardless of the final disposal of the city lord rioters, as far as the current situation is concerned, it may be difficult to be good. Looking at the gun in Cobert's hand and looking at the unrecognizable corpse, the rioters made the same choice almost at the same time.

Without a knife, simply tearing it with teeth, the complete body was quickly bitten out of shocking and terrifying wounds. As the copper-black skin was slowly torn apart, the yellow fat and bright red muscles were also revealed layer by layer.

The taste and taste of raw meat are far less than cooked meat. It is very difficult to chew the strong muscles and meridians, but the chaotic people eat it with relish. They have been accustomed to this kind of raw and cold food, not to mention humans, rotten wolfs, double-headed cows, and even corpses of strong and hard bears. Because there are too many people, as long as there are not very meat in the wilderness, as long as the corpses of animals with poor rottenness are found in the wilderness, the refugees always compete and cut off a piece and chew it down at the fastest speed. They don’t care about nutrition and taste at all, just to eat the most things in the shortest time.

The man's body was quickly gnawed, and the rioters quickly adapted to their new role as corpse eater. They were very dedicated and attentive to eat. After all, they were indeed very hungry.

More and more soldiers came over to watch, and various complex expressions appeared on their faces. People living in the wasteland world have seen cannibalism, so this cruel and barbaric scene did not cause chaos or anger. The soldiers just stood quietly beside them, silently watching the chaotic people with messy hair, covered in blood, and their cheeks were bulging high, and they were squirming up and down.

The bloody feast lasted for a long time, and the complete corpse was gnawed to reveal pale bones. Thick blood oozed out of the torn muscle layer, dyeing the dry ground red, soaking it, and quickly frozen into smooth ice.

Five chaotic people sat next to the corpse, their eyes bulging, gasping heavily, and their hands supported the ground and leaned their bodies. The round abdomen was bulging into a ball, and their raised belly was exposed from the gaps in their clothes, and the surface was covered with dense blood vessels like tree roots. At first glance, it looked like five human-shaped toads lying on their backs on the ground.

They ate too much.

Although the five people tried their best to fill their mouths, they only ate less than two-thirds of the man's body. The ground was full of scattered minced meat and internal organs, and they were torn into several pieces, soft and smooth, and stinky intestines. Looking from the broken opening on the side of the intestinal duct, you can even clearly see the food residue that has not yet been completely digested, as well as the yellow-green feces squeezed out from the end of the large intestine, mixed with a large amount of plant fibers.

Cobert strode forward, stretched out his right foot and stepped on a piece of frozen minced meat, crushing it back and forth hard. The dark red meat ice suddenly scattered into countless small pieces of flaking, making a harsh cracking sound.

Cobert pulled out his pistol again, pointed at the head of a rioter closest to him, and said coldly: "Eat him, and there is no limit to the rest-"

The rant's face turned gray, and although the weather was very cold, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. The poor man stood up with an astonishing belly, shaking his feet from the ground with difficulty, and stammered, "I, I... I really can't eat it anymore. Please, please, let me go!"

"Let you go?"

Cobert's gray eyes were shining with a chilling light. He looked at the chaotic people standing in front of him with a faint look. The corners of his mouth suddenly bent upwards into an irregular arc. He raised his arm without any warning, aimed the black muzzle at the tongue-opening mob, and pulled the trigger heavily.

The scattered blood splattered on the face, and the cold quickly sucked away all the temperature, turning into a bright red round freezing point. It was cold, very cool, and uncomfortable.

Cobert pulled out Bronning's magazine, took out the copper bullets with a metallic luster one by one, and reloaded them in sequence. He did not speak, but stared at the remaining four people with his eyes full of hatred and pleasure of revenge.

There was no urging or response. The rioters looked at each other for a moment, grabbed the ground meat, stuffed it into their mouths silently, and chewed it mechanically.

The empty stomach bag had long been filled with pieces of meat mixed with saliva plasma, bulging the entire sac without any gap. They had already eaten enough, and they could not even fill anything, but they had no choice - they were dead except to eat.

"vomit--"

A young-looking rant suddenly opened his mouth wide and made a dull vomiting sound in his throat. He hugged his abdomen with one hand, pulled his clothes with the other hand and grabbed them desperately. Through the wide mouth, he could see a piece of meat that was not completely chewed and stuck in his throat, unable to swallow or take it out, just like a huge obstacle completely blocking the entire throat.

He could only open his eyes wide and his body twisted into various exaggerated angles and shapes, wriggling back and forth in pain in the flesh and ice. Soon, he completely lost his strength and lay stiffly on the ground, without any movement.

Cobert raised his foot, slowly turned the pounced corpse, and then stepped on the part slightly under the chest of the deceased with his left foot and squeezed it hard. From the mouth that could not be closed, a cluster of semi-sticky substance mixed with gastric juice suddenly surged out, as if the ingredients were mixed and were about to be used to make sausages, but the filling was squeezed out of the casing.

"Aren't you hungry? Don't you like to eat meat? Then let me eat it honestly. Eat all the remaining things, and don't leave them. Waste it is not a good habit. Hehehehe--"

Cobert's laughter was cold and cruel, but the meaning was also very clear. Looking at him with a hideous expression, the rioters completely cut off the last trace of luck and hope in their hearts.

Looking at the people sitting on the ground chewing meat, Cobert turned around, called the messenger standing beside him, pointed to the several "Abrams" main battle tanks that had already been assembled not far away, and said, "Tell them, let's start--"

The deafening engine roar and the steel collided quickly as a direction to attract people's attention and attention. The tanks at full speed rumbled into the chaotic crowd surrounded by the circle, like a giant steel beast with its teeth and claws, running over from the screaming and scolding crowd, leaving behind a black and red road made of moaning and screaming, paved with blood, minced meat, bones and ice chips.

The wind of the roar blew through the wilderness, rolling people's desperate cry for help and hoarse curses to the sky, blowing far away, far away...

Standing on the cold rocks and letting the bloody wind blow on his face, Cobert felt that he was gradually being frozen and petrified.

Two tears rolled down from their eyes, and two clear marks were drawn on the rough face, which were frozen instantly.

"Tara...I've avenged you! I've avenged you--"

......

According to the old era and the concept of most men, women should be classified as weak.

Blanche obviously shouldn't belong to this group. She is a woman, but since she was rescued, she has led the city guards and armed civilians to work in every corner of Yinyue City.

Reorganizing order from chaos requires time, as well as support from manpower, materials and other aspects.

According to statistics, together with the 20,000 rioters who were just killed by Cobert, the death toll caused by the riots has exceeded 40,000, which does not include those spies and unknown people who are under investigation and intend to create conspiracy, delegated by various forces, infiltrate into the city, and may be controlled and executed at any time.

Boris only wanted to sell "Jet" in Hidden Moon City, but the chaos caused by this caused the city to lose nearly half of its population.

This is an unprecedented disaster.

However, Lin Xiang did not think so. Due to his previous strict orders and the effective handling measures of Cobert and others, the key locations distributed in the city such as warehouses, power plants, machinery maintenance plants, hospitals, etc. were not affected. Important materials such as vehicles, food, weapons and ammunition were preserved intact. All the rioters destroyed were the residences and property of senior citizens. Because of this, the armed civilians had an indescribable hatred towards the rioters. They took the initiative to assist the city guards to capture the remnants who had missed the net, and used the most cruel and ruthless means to deal with the looters who destroyed their homes, and even spontaneously formed a group of guards to patrol day and night in designated areas in the city.

If in the old days, such chaos would have been enough to completely destroy the entire city. However, the wasteland world was completely different - as long as there was food and water, an astonishing army of refugees could be quickly organized anywhere.

"We have lost nearly half of our population, but have obtained more than 50,000 strong supporters and supporters. As long as we provide appropriate material compensation and improve the rank of citizens of those who have outstanding military achievements, they will become the most stable social class in the city. Even without the city guards, they can take the initiative to protect the city and resist any foreign aggression. As for the prosperity and scale of the city... it is the coldest winter of the year. In order to obtain food and residence, refugees in the wilderness will be very willing to become the lowest part of the Hidden Moon City."

In the reorganized office of the city lord, Blanche sat opposite Lin Xiang and talked. Apart from the bruises on her face and neck that were easily concealed by cosmetics, she looked no different from before. Of course, if you distinguish them carefully, you can easily find that her eyes were more enthusiastic and crazy than before.

Blanche is right.

The most important purpose of refugees wandering in the wilderness is to make food and water. They also do not like a bumpy and displaced life. The limited population of Sosbia and Ferdinand is because they cannot take out more food and purify water to attract refugees. In addition, their own food production capacity is limited and purified water must consume a large amount of energy. The population under their rule can only be maintained at a fixed standard.
Chapter completed!