Marin sat on a hand-operated rail car, and two men rocked the car so that the car could return to the real camp faster.

This track is located between the two stations, so the distance is a bit far, but in Marin's view, this completely closed tunnel is equipped with purple lights to prevent the invasion of ghost bodies. These survivors have enough power, so the lights

The everlasting light illuminates this tunnel and gives residents here a sense of security.

Bill and the others did not have such luck. They needed to come back on foot, but Marin had given them coordinates to anchor them, so they were not afraid of them disappearing.

The old man who called himself Jack took the trouble to introduce their camp to Marin along the way. In the old man's words, Camp Stafford was already the safest camp in Washington, D.C., and survivors could even survive without protective clothing.

If possible, go to the surface, hunt, and catch fish. It would be best if no nasty White Walkers come out to disrupt the situation during this period.

Unfortunately, White Walkers are everywhere. These monsters are the most common monsters. Compared with other monsters that are more difficult to deal with, their advantages are their numbers and strength.

Their strength ranks high among the monsters known to the camp. Although their bodies are still afraid of bullets, their numbers make up for their fragility. Bill and the others were chased into the sewers by the White Walkers before.

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But what's interesting is that for some reason, the White Walkers never chase humans into the sewers. Maybe it's because they know that in places like below where there isn't much room to move, humans can quickly kill them with the weapons in their hands.

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"Are you hunting venison for the camp owner?" Marin interrupted the old man's bragging about his camp and asked an easy question.

"Yes, for the sake of the camp owner, I wish him a long life." The old man mentioned the camp owner. He seemed very pious and couldn't lie.

It was interesting. Marin felt that he couldn't wait to think of the camp owner.

"By the way, you said there are many camps in Washington, DC. Can you introduce them to me?" Marin said, taking out a few pieces of dried meat and sharing them with the three guys.

Hearing that the guests wanted to hear this, Old Jack didn't doubt it. After all, Marin felt that a person like him had made his attitude clear by not killing everyone as soon as he entered the scene. Moreover, the old man had already expressed his attitude when he saw Marin's true nature.

He strode towards the abyss of distortion. If Marin hadn't given him a hand, the owner of Old Jack would have been the protagonist at the funeral.

Well, if there is a funeral.

At this point in his rant, Marin put his hands back to support his body. He listened to Old Jack, who had put away the dried meat, talking about the stories of these camps in Washington, D.C. He couldn't understand what happened in the past. He only remembered that his parents said, "The Great Destruction"

After arriving, the citizens who could not escape were moved by the army into the subway station. The survivors used various machines before the great destruction to establish a large number of camps based on the subway network. Many camps were poured into the subway.

The monsters were destroyed, but more camps survived. Hundreds of years ago, the humans in these camps had never even seen the sky. They only knew that there was such a thing as the sky.

When the explorers landed on the surface, they found that the world was still so dangerous. All kinds of monsters they had never seen before could easily kill them. Any efforts to establish a stronghold on the surface failed. People finally returned to the camp.

Arriving at a crowded but safe home.

But the explorers have been exploring their former home, and their efforts have brought back a lot of good things, including some power cores that can restart those old-era machines that have lost their energy. In the core area of ​​​​the main guard of the camp

In the lower safety zone, a large new camp overseen by the Lord of Eternity is being established.

Old Jack also mentioned the core area, the core area that all camp owners are guarding, and the Lord of Eternity.

"Is the Lord of Eternity a god?" Marin asked curiously.

"I have never seen it, or people like us are not qualified to go on pilgrimage. It is said that the Lord of Eternity has been there since before the great destruction to protect all mankind at that time. Only when the power of the camp owner is transferred, the new

Only the camp owner is qualified to see him."

When Old Jack said this, Marin could already hear the popular noise, and the strong man driving the cart said flatteringly: "Little sir, our camp has arrived."

So Marin stood up and patted the non-existent ashes. Marin saw a crowded and vibrant underground city. This was a small city with only three floors but many small iron houses with only two floors.

Beside the track on one side of the car, there were several men in black clothes standing there. The leader was a middle-aged man who looked very similar to Old Jack. Marin squinted and realized that this guy was Old Jack's son.

So he raised his hand to this kid, otherwise he would probably grow horns soon.

The other side of the track was filled with survivors from the camp. They looked at Marin with them, either in a low voice or in a whisper.

The rail car stopped and Marin stood there. Old Jack said that he looked like an old dog in his seventies, but in Marin's eyes, the old dog jumped over the gap between the car and the platform and hugged him.

His son was in shock: "Robinson, my eldest son, you just felt the pressure that my old dog was under earlier."

"Yes, father, he saved me." When Jack's eldest son looked at Marin, his face was half frightened and half confused. The former was because he saw clearly the essence of Marin and entered the world in an instant.

He was in a deformed state, but Marin pulled him, just like he did when he pulled his father.

In this case, if there is really a funeral, there will be no need for the father and son to appear together.

As for the latter...it must be that I have never seen such a large light bulb before.

With this suspicion, Marin jumped onto the platform.

"Kid, what's your name?" Jack's eldest son, named Robinson, walked up to Marin.

"Marin Gayat, your camp amazes me." This is a true statement, and there is no weirdness. In Marin's eyes, although this camp is full of various ancient elements, the people's clothes are also different.

Okay, but at least the clothes on these guys are quite new. This proves that the great destruction has not been able to destroy human civilization in this area. It is different from the slave owners in the Middle Earth. Marin even thinks that if the Chaos people

Gone, the monsters disappeared, will there be another Civil War between these humans who stepped onto the ground and the slave owners in the north?

Well, that will definitely be the most magnificent scene. Unfortunately, the slave owners have been put to death by Marin, and they are just waiting for Jason and the others to arrange everything for Marin to sign.

Yes, signature, extermination order.

On that piece of paper, the name of the God of Death will eventually be left, because they have a hard-hearted opponent.

"Thank you, although I don't think you will like it here." The middle-aged man smiled awkwardly at his colleague after saying this: "No problem, Eric, my father and I

Dare to guarantee it with our lives, but I want to state in advance that this child is very powerful, so powerful that my father and I are afraid."

"It's no problem." The middle-aged man named Eric nodded, and then the young man with a yin and yang hair next to him jumped out and walked to Marin: "Hey, you kid,

Is it really as powerful as Robinson said? Why didn't I see it?"

"Can I teach him a lesson?" Marin looked at Eric, who was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "As long as he doesn't die, he is a member of the Black Guard after all. If he dies in the camp, I will write a very long letter.

Only a report can explain all this."

Marin nodded and then raised his hand.

Yin Yang's head instinctively sensed the problem when Marin raised his hand. He wanted to draw his gun, but instead he pulled out a poisonous snake.

This was a hint that the young man was unmoved and pointed the poisonous snake at Marin - this was a very correct judgment. At this moment of life and death, it is far better to believe in yourself than to have doubts.

But his resistance ended there, because with a flip of Marin's hand, the yin and yang head was knocked to the ground by psychic energy. All the external objects on his body were shattered by the shock of psychic energy, but the man was still alive.

When Marin picked him up with his psychic powers and threw him into the garbage, the young and old men who were watching the excitement on the opposite platform were all whistling and clapping their hands, laughing like five hundred people across from him.

Then a few guys in black couldn't stand it, so they jumped over and drove away these guys who were not afraid of death.

"Psychic power, three talents, kid, what else do you have that we don't know about."

"No more at the moment." Marin said with a smile, pulled out his gun and flicked it. After the bullet bypassed several barrels and a small iron house, it hit the right hand pistol of Yin Yang's head who had climbed up - although this boy was not worth it.

Mentioned, but his character is really strong, even if Marin has not withdrawn the hint, he still holds the gun and wants to fight back against Marin.

When the gun in his hand was restored to parts by Marin using bullets, the hint was broken, and the boy could finally yell: "You monster!"

"I said he was very strong." Old Jack stood up this time.

"Shut up, you old dog!" The Yin Yang head looked at Old Jack. Old Jack didn't take it seriously. Instead, he looked at Marin, pointed at the bottom of the Yin Yang head and smiled.

Marin also laughed, and at the same time felt that Old Jack was indeed an old dog, and his free and easy attitude was indeed interesting.

But Robinson was not happy about it. He glared at Yin Yang: "Apologise to my father, you rookie."

"That's enough, Robinson. The men in the Black Guards don't need to apologize to an old man. I'm past the age where I want to save face and suffer, but I think Mr. Marlin is the one who needs an apology." Old Jack said with a smile.

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Robinson glanced at his father, then at Marin, and finally he looked at his boss Eric.

The latter nodded and looked at Yin Yang, who was putting on his spare clothes: "Giss, I apologize to Mr. Marin, a three-talented apostle that you and I will never be able to surpass in our lifetime."

Yin Yang's head was silent for a while, and finally he lowered his head and said sorry after putting on his pants.

Marin felt that with this kid's character, it would be good if he could just say sorry, but as Marin, he couldn't see things like ordinary people.

So he nodded, snapped his fingers, and the gun fragments falling on the ground flew into Marin's hands. In everyone's hands, these fragments turned into a gun again.

Marin threw the gun to the yin-yang head named Giese, who caught the gun and checked it - he specifically looked at the magazine and found that all the bullets were there.

He loaded the magazine back, then pointed the gun at Marin, then put the gun back into his holster before anyone else could react, and then wiped the tip of his nose: "I'm sorry, Mr. Marin, I have to

I admit that you are far more powerful than I imagined. I'm sorry, I feel like a clown for what I just did."

"It's okay, you proved to everyone by yourself that I am powerful." After Marin finished speaking, he motioned for Old Jack to come over.

Old Jack came over.

Marin looked at the old man who was dying. Without external help, Marin was sure that this old man could only live for two more years at most - his cardiopulmonary function had irreversibly collapsed, but Marin could help him.

Taking out a bottle of potion, Marin gestured to the old man to raise his palm, and then put the potion into his hand.

"What, what is this?" Jack couldn't understand what the thick green liquid in the bottle was, but someone in the black guards knew what it was, and he whispered in Eric's ear for a while, Eric

He came over and said, "Old Jack, this is good stuff. If you don't want to drink it, you can sell it to me."

"If you want medicine, I can sell it to you. Speaking of which, I don't know what your camps use as currency, and what kind of things can be bought with this currency." After Marin finished speaking, he took out another bottle and threw the medicine to Ai.

Rick, looking at the middle-aged man's frantic efforts to catch the bottle, Marin looked at Jack with a smile: "Jack, you damn old dog, you just don't believe me or you.

Mr. Marlin?"

With Marin's words, the old man suddenly laughed and nodded: "Yes, how could I not believe you." After saying that, he uncorked the bottle and drank the potion in one gulp.

Then it was visible to the naked eye that the old man was shedding his skin, and at the same time, the roots of the old teeth that had been pushed out of the gums by the new teeth were spat out to the ground. Then the old man put his hand into his clothes and took out a small arm in front of everyone.

"I never thought this thing would be separated from my body." After Jack finished speaking, he looked at Marin: "You...are you a god?"

Everyone looked at Marin, expecting the answer from this child who had shown miracles in front of them time and time again.
Chapter completed!