Link didn't know that the little girl who walked into the office building kept turning her head and looking at him...the little motorcycle he was riding.

She finally said something she held back all the way: "That's my sister-in-law's little motorcycle."

This was very quiet, and the middle-aged woman who led her upstairs to wonder: "Well, what are you talking about?"

Little girl: "I want to go to the bathroom."

This sentence is in English and has obvious Chinese pronunciation, but it is also clear and smooth.

The middle-aged woman nodded quickly: "There is a toilet upstairs, I'll take you there."

The person brought back by the "Boss" cannot be thrown away by the person who is a little girl.

...

A few minutes later, Link returned to the town again and took twenty minutes to clean it up.

In addition, there were only eight living ogres on the other end of the basement, and there were 115 corpses, including a corpse with a long tongue monster. The energy point became more than 2,800.

Judging from this situation, the biggest problem with changing jobs is not the energy point, but the skill proficiency. He muttered in his heart, not too impatient.

No matter how much energy is, it is not enough. A level 25-level young shooter is not qualified to say this.

Turning along the highway to the southeast, there were no one left in a few roadside settlements.

There are basically no monsters active, and there are also few monster corpses.

Obviously, in the monster tide last night, these places had no resistance at all and were easily destroyed.

As for how many humans inside escaped, it is an unknown number, and Link only hopes to have as many as possible.

It was not until I walked ten kilometers southeast along the road and found many ogres in the larger town of Christ.

As usual, Link walked around the town and confirmed that there were no large number of monsters wandering around the southeast to support him. Then he began to clear out the ogres in the town.

It took an hour and a half to clean up.

There are more than fifty ogres living, but only more than seventy corpses, and there are no monsters with tongues.

There are a lot of human deaths, but it is far less exaggerated than Link thought. It is estimated that there are only more than a thousand people.

Hundreds of cars were blocked at several intersections northwest of the town. It was obvious that the crowds in the town were trapped in this area and died here when they escaped.

Secondly, the supplies in the small town of Christ are quite scarce, especially firearms, ammunition, food, and water.

There are very few vehicles in the town, only two or three hundred - Woodstock now has three or four thousand vehicles, most of which belong to fugitives.

Based on the situation of the battle last night and the situation along the way, Link had a speculation: the large number of monsters encountered by Woodstock last night were probably from here.

The town completely destroyed in the south is just a way to "share" a small part of the monsters on the side, and was destroyed by the way.

Link didn't feel that he was cheated by the people here, and how could he care about others when escaping from the end of the world?

He thought that humans could survive more, and that they were not very noble.

Leaving this town, I continued to go along the way toward the town of Barrington to the southeast, and found a large number of ogres and tongue monsters there, at least a few hundred.

Link took a detour and observed it and found that monsters appeared in the southeast city.

Obviously, this place has become a monster nest.

Today, we mainly investigate the situation, not to fight against the monster group alone.

He did not alarm the monsters here, and went back from the northeast to the small town of Zurich not far away, and the result was that there were also groups of monsters here.

Strictly speaking, Barrington and Zurich towns combined together to form a large monster area, blocking the main highways between Chicago City in the southeast and the suburbs of Woodstock in the northwest.

After discovering this, he continued to return north in this direction and arrived at McHenry's town.

Woodstock is more than ten kilometers to the west, and the two are basically on the same latitude.

Before entering McHenry, Link heard the occasional gunfire and vague vocals inside.

After observing for a moment on the edge, he put his rifle into No. 1 backpack, changed into an off-road bike and entered the town.

The streets were dirty and messy, and there were people in many cars on the roadside, or they were staying next to the car to smoke, chat in a low voice, and look around from time to time.

Some people are alert, while others are searching for targets.

There should be fewer people walking around, mostly in groups of three or five. Facing those malicious gazes, they just silently raised the gun in their hands a little.

The two sides were basically away from each other in this silent confrontation.

Most of the people just glanced at Link who was passing by, and no one came to cause trouble for him.

This poor man who is just a bicycle, has escaped here for some time. He is strong and has no oil and water, and is not their target.

From here, Link felt a feeling of returning to human society.

Even though the atmosphere here is pretty bad, it's exactly the taste of dark America.

I rode my bike through the corner of the street, and from time to time I could see one or two ogre corpses.

Then the fog covered him and he took little time to recover the monster corpse he saw.

There are only more than 80 units in total, and this number is really too small for the number of people in the town.

Woodstock, more than ten kilometers away, was a strange meat grinder last night.

Compared with the two, McHenry is simply a paradise and a paradise on earth.

However, after this round, Link discovered the disadvantage of the large number of people - the lack of supplies.

Most people on the street and in the car lack food and water.

No one has any experience in running away in the doomsday, and it is impossible to survive per capita.

I was not chasing for two days ago or had some accidents while running away, and now there are quite a few people who are hungry.

Not one or two people who exchange dollars, jewelry, gold for food, drink and water, but unfortunately most of them are in vain.

Link felt aroused in his heart and found a middle-aged man with a miserable expression.

Just now, the man had already talked to several people and wanted to buy some food and water for his two children, but they all failed.

Most of the others have tentative sexual contact, but he is a little desperate and is not afraid of being robbed.

Link walked over and just asked him, "Do you want to eat or drink?"

The man nodded immediately and raised his hand to signal: "Yes, all of these can be given to you."

Link looked at the revolver in his hand, not even bullets, no wonder he was disliked.

Now whoever has no guns on his body is really bullets.

Most people don’t control the shooting frequency at all, and they will pick the trigger from afar when they meet monsters.

This usage will not last for two days without bringing thousands of bullets on the road.

Link: "Drive in and go to Woodstock with me, are there any problems?"

The man hesitated.

Link turned around and left.

The man grabbed his arm: "No problem, absolutely no problem."

Link waved his hand and said, "Let's go and take your car over."

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As an old author, the first four books were absent and three of them were missing, and he had no idea about becoming a god, so he wrote this book Doomsday.

When I opened the book, the editor reminded me that it is difficult to write the doomsday text now, and results can only be achieved after writing for a long time.

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Lao Bing has reviewed the recent Sanjiang list for this reason. For more than ten issues, it seems that my book is the label of doomsday, so the editor’s concern about the results of this book is not without reason.

But I am an old reader who likes doomsday, but I don’t have to read it, so I decided to write one by myself.

Here we guarantee that no matter how bad the doomsday achievement is, it will be written in two million words.

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Only one of the books from ten years ago was shamelessly escaped because of a big personal matter, and the rest were all normal books.

The last two books have a total of 6 million words, and they are both updated stably to the complete version.
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