A dense crowd of people poured out from the streets, gathered in a relatively open place, and flocked to the north to the end of the north along the avenue that ran through the central axis of the city.

Every half an hour, a sharp alarm sounded over the city. The explosions from afar, the thick smoke spreading across the sky, and the slight vibrations on the ground all shocked the citizens who stayed at home and refused to leave. They began to push open the closed doors and exchanged their views and worries to their neighbors who were also suspicious. Then, through their own understanding and screening, they became a fixed mind consciousness in their brains.

The dead gray TV screen is covered with dust and no electricity, so it can only be placed there quietly and becomes a useless decoration. The semiconductor radio, which has long been thrown into the pile of debris, has become a rare thing in people's eyes. Unfortunately, due to the strong interference of information control and telecommunications, the cold "rustling" sound of machinery can only be heard in this square box as small as a palm.

The imaginary demolition companies and various machinery did not appear in the end. Fortunately, people began to doubt their initial stubbornness. When buses loaded with citizens rushed past the streets one after another, and there were tank guards covered with blood stains around them, they suddenly discovered that the truth of the matter might not be as accurate as they predicted.

The first person to walk out of the house was undoubtedly lucky. After that, countless residents who walked out of the steel and concrete buildings turned into a huge and dense crowd. They stood by the roadside with the last trace of luck, eagerly asking the passing convoy what was going on. The answer they got was nothing more than a few simple words.

"Danger--"

"Escape quickly-"

After a brief shock and shock, the residents who suddenly realized began to join the tide of escape at an unprecedented speed. The slender flow of people quickly became huge and crowded, and various types of vehicles mixed in it also became difficult to move. The driver's anxious and long honking, the quarrels and quarrels caused by the crowd, the children's crying at a loss, the meaningless insults and accusations, and the shouts and urgings that will never be missing in the team, formed the most popular chaotic movement of the God of Death over the city.

Standing in front of the exit of the North Gate Highway and looking at the refugee group slowly surging forward, Lin Xiang's slender and strong eyebrows frowned together, forming a slightly raised entanglement.

It's really too slow.

More than six hours have passed since the beginning of the operation. There are roughly less than one million refugees leaving the city from the north. In the distance, the crowded refugee team has been dragged to the center of the city. The residents who walked out of countless buildings have continuously increased the density of winding crowds. In order to speed up the speed of the journey, Lin Xiang had to send thousands of soldiers to maintain order along the way. Despite this, the dragging refugee group is still like obese worms, slowly arching their bloated bodies lazily and slowly arching forward.

If you delay at this rate, it is impossible to evacuate everyone in a short period of time.

Support from the air completely blocked the way for the mutant to advance. In addition to surrounding the burning firewall in the west area, the cruising fighter jets will also launch missiles to areas with densely affected people according to the requirements of the surveillance crew. Occasionally, a few mutant creatures will pass through the defense line by chance, and will be eliminated on the spot by the guards waiting for the troops. In the face of the powerful scientific and technological military forces of mankind, the brutal mutant is completely suppressed and cannot make any progress.

However, this is not a reason to delay time arbitrarily.

No one knows how long this seemingly stable defense can last?

No one can guarantee whether the mutated creature is brewing some kind of conspiracy?

No one knows what will happen in the next minute?

There are too many noticeable changes on the ever-changing battlefield. Every tiny detail will cause unpredictable terrible consequences.

"Let everyone speed up and try to get the road out and let the transport convoy pass first. In addition, build fortifications on the spot at the intersection. Order the pilot troops to advance along the direction of Markang and Aba, and must lead refugees to the sparsely populated Tibetan areas and finally enter Xinjiang."

Lin Xiang never considered leading refugees into Chongqing. His personal experience in Kunming like a hell made him understand the importance of evacuation more than anyone else. Chongqing’s population also exceeds tens of millions, and millions of refugees influx will definitely bring greater difficulties to the next evacuation. Instead of seeking troubles at that time, it is better to take the refugees into the sparsely populated areas in one step...

Suddenly, the slowly moving team stopped, and people stretched their necks blankly and looked desperately in the distance.

A beautiful black sports car with a "Cadillac" shape is blocked across the middle of the road, with a flamboyant black car head hanging on the black car with a blue license plate numbered "Chuan a888x".

"What's going on?" Lin Xiangyun asked angrily with difficulty.

“My car has no gas.”

A middle-aged man wearing a "Mengtejiao" red shirt walked down from the driver's seat. Maybe because he felt that the dust on the ground was too dirty! He took out a clean tissue from his straight suit pocket and carefully wiped his thin and slender fingers.

"Are you the person in charge here?" The man took a leather bag from the open driver's seat, unzipped the zipper, and took out a stack of red banknotes: "Give me fifty liters of gasoline, and I'll drive away. All of this money is yours."

After saying that, he turned around, waved his hands to the back seat of the car with a smile. Through the narrow gap beside the car door, he could vaguely see a beautiful woman sitting on an expensive leather chair. On his delicate and white shoulders, a light gray ferret scarf was tilted, his slender thighs were wrapped in thin stockings, and a pair of crystal blue stilettos were picked on his toes. His fresh lips were slightly raised, as if he was dissatisfied with everyone passing by the car, looking at his own behavior with curious eyes.

Looking at the banknotes scattered into fan shapes, Lin Xiang suddenly felt a very absurd but powerless depressed feeling in his heart.

He really didn't understand what was wrong with these people. The government's notices and evacuation orders had been posted all over the city, but they did not think that this was a disaster, nor did they feel that the danger of death was approaching quietly. They were even exercising the so-called special rights under the accumulation of money according to a fixed mindset.

"Push the car away." Lin Xiang didn't even want to say a word.

"etc--"

Seeing this, the man became anxious. He rushed to the car desperately and shouted angrily: "If you don't have enough money, just talk. I don't want to cause trouble. As long as there is gasoline, I will leave immediately."

Lin Xiang pulled out the "Special Six" pistol and pulled the trigger hard to follow the expensive tires of "Cadillac". Amid the dull and impactful gunshots, the round tires quickly collapsed. Under the huge pressure of the car body, they collapsed into black attachments that confined the steel beads, soaking weakly in the turbid mud and water.

"Sorry, I don't have gasoline. Walking more exercise will be good for the body."

The man stood there dumbly, the banknotes in his hand fell one by one, floating in the puddle at his feet, slowly soaked and moist...

Night has fallen.

The burning flames in the west area shone red in the dark sky, and the rising smoke quickly filled all gaps that might reveal light. The dense clouds blocked the faint light from the distant planets. Under the darkness, the tall cement buildings standing in the distance seemed so cold.

More than a dozen assault vehicles were scattered on the flank of the northern exit, and several 99 modified tanks that had been replenished with ammunition were also raised with thick gun barrels, vigilantly observing all the movements around. The high beams at the front of the vehicle body emitted long blazing light, which were combined with the powerful searchlights temporarily installed on nearby buildings to form a dense artificial light source.

"Keep alert and don't relax at all--"

After pulling up the anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof of the car, Lin Xiang carefully checked the connection between the magazine and the vault. Every time he walked by a warning sentry, he would repeatedly remind him.

The night is a natural ally of the mutant.

Relying on a superior vision than humans, mutant creatures can easily find their prey. Although they cannot cross the fire in the West, they can circumvent obstacles from the outside of the city. Once the refugee group is attacked, it will lead to the entire evacuation operation becoming a terrible disaster.

The dense crowd is slowly extending towards the distance.

On the telephone poles several meters high at the intersection, there were two headless corpses swaying back and forth in the night wind. The rain made the wet clothes and bodies close together, protruding more and more the balls on the connection point of their legs. Their hands were lowered, and the steel wires that tightly tied their bodies were deeply trapped in the flesh, as if they wanted to use this method to forever imprison the souls of the dead.

At about six o'clock in the afternoon, two men, about eighteen or nine years old, snatched away their thick wallet from a luxuriously dressed young woman and were caught by soldiers who maintained order on the spot. After briefly understanding the incident, Lin Xiang exploded their heads on the spot.

He was not cruel by nature, but forced to do it.

Only by using the most cruel means can we shock those guys who are ready to move. In chaos, only powerful violence is the foundation for maintaining order.

"You have no right to do this. They are all just children. Young people are confused for a while and they will inevitably make mistakes. They need guidance and education. You actually ignore the law and kill people. I, I want to sue you-"

A middle-aged man with a scholarly temperament criticized him righteously. Lin Xiang neither explained nor wanted to argue about this. He just tied the two bodies firmly with steel wire and hung high on the top of the telephone pole.

The refugee team was much more orderly. While seeing the stiff corpses, people were trying to speed up their pace as much as possible. It seemed that doing so would allow them to stay away from this cruel and cold-blooded lieutenant officer.

Time passes by minute by second.

The crowds surging forward showed no signs of sparseness.

The cold rain slowly slid down the tip of his nose. As soon as it sagged, they clearly heard the anxious whispers from Lin Xiang's lips.
Chapter completed!