At the same time, Anjie, as if he had expected in advance, drags him with his arms tightly around his waist and is taken out several steps by him.

"Let me go... Let me go..." Mo Cong took a deep breath. He reluctantly and rationally knew who was dragging him. His voice was very low, as if he was trying to find his mind. He put his hand on Anjie's back, as if he wanted to push him away or pull a life-saving straw. He didn't want to let go. He called Anjie's name again and again, It's as if you can calm your heart, which is about to explode. "Let go of me, Anjie, Anjie..."

As Anjie motioned the people nearby to help him hold Mo Cong, she patted Mo Cong gently and said in a low voice, "Shh, I'll let you clean them up later, calm down first, don't..." Mo Cong suddenly hugged him and buried his whole face on his shoulder. Anjie hesitated for a moment, and didn't push him away. The embrace seemed a little stiff, but for the lost young people, That's enough.

His breath calmed down slowly, but he held Anjie's hand tightly, but he didn't want to let it go. The drunk snake coughed awkwardly beside him. He was afraid of the eye of the needle, and he didn't dare to look there again. He told him in a low voice, "attention, they're coming. The heavy machine gun is ready. Hit the leader first."

After all, we should take full account of the psychological status of the victims' families, not to mention that this "victim's family" is a relatively dangerous person.

"Give me one." Mo said in a low voice, let go of Anjie, his eyes coldly crossed the monster in front of him, and he repeated his request clearly, with a hint of command, "give me a heavy machine gun."

Such a young man suddenly reminds the drunk snake that the man in front of him is not just a little white face hiding behind his elders. He is a mysterious and talented "black suit" in that dark street. The drunk snake turns his head and gives Anjie a look. Anjie hesitates and nods gently.

Next to a small flat head to stand up automatically, a little alert to move out of the position, so that people feel particularly dangerous, like some kind of silent carnivore, cold and suppressed the deepest anger and killing.

Mo Cong seemed to smile slightly, which made his side face more sharp. He aimed, shot, strafed, and didn't seem to blink, exactly. The gunshot rang in vain, just like the explosion. The flesh and blood of the flying monster in the distance was as warm as the sunset in the desert. The familiar faces and heads disappeared in the crowd. Then, as if they had received some signal, more gunshots followed.

This may be a massacre of the jungle, in order to decide whether to survive or die.

Anjie stood still, his sunglasses in his hand, squinting and staring at the battlefield not far away. It seemed that the position of people and monsters was completely reversed when he came last time. He suddenly wondered, what is the difference between man and monster? Countless people who died in the hail of bullets, slaughtered, squabbled with each other, calculated endlessly... The desperate archeologists, the old professors who sorted out their appearance and decided to die with emotion, the pedestrians who were forgotten in the desert, were like the ancient city cursed.

Why do some people live at the cost of hurting others? Why... I can't understand the world any more? Father

The old professor's head completely disappeared in the field of vision, the old man's soul has dissipated, the body is just a drag, his head should be noble decayed in the land, into a new reincarnation, clean... And should not be occupied by these monsters who don't know what it is.

The dead are gone - don't stop, straighten up and look there in silence like Anjie.

The monsters came up one layer after another, and then their huge bodies fell down, but they kept coming. Drunk snakes don't know if they really have certain intelligence as described by Anjie. If so, the current situation is almost tragic.

They kill people and eat marrow, but this is their way of survival.

Mo Cong didn't know what kind of feeling it was. It seemed that there was something empty and something was suddenly put down. He turned his head and looked at Anjie and the man's unforgettable face. He thought that in his whole life, maybe several decades later, when he was young and frivolous, he hastily lost the only one in the world who tried his best to protect him and love him. He didn't want to lose the second one.

He has lived in this world for more than 20 years and has not learned how to love. Li Biyun didn't teach him. His younger sisters are young, but his father... He seems to be too used to bear all things for everyone alone, conceal everything, and then let them misunderstand.

Mo Cong gently clenched the hand that had just held the gun. He used to be infatuated with the feeling of holding the weapon in his hand, which may be due to psychological insecurity. But now he suddenly found that he could be fearless. Here is the end of his father, the greatest, most humble and bravest man... He never fired a shot, But in his own way, he protected his relatives, loved ones, and even tried to protect the whole world.

The setting sun is full of excitement. It's gradually sinking. It's getting dark. I don't know how long it's gone. The dead monsters on the ground seem to be listed, but there are still new ones coming out from every corner. Anjie suddenly thinks of something. His eyebrows are wrinkled little by little, and his expression is dignified. He pulls the drunk snake, In the movement of the guns, as far as possible to drunk snake loudly said: "we take enough ammunition?"

"Absolutely..." the drunk snake suddenly stopped and responded, "you mean... You don't mean these things are meant to hold us down for some purpose, do you? Consume our ammunition? Damn, this is crazy. Don't tell me it's true! How smart are they? "

Anjie thought quickly: "tell your people to put on the spacesuit like thing, tear a hole in the heavy machine gun, and let's go directly through them. Don't waste time with them."

"I'm afraid not." Mo Cong gently interrupted him and put out his hand: "there are too many. We don't know where and how many of their orifices and sources are. In this way, the past may be stuck in the middle."

"What to do?" The drunk snake was impatient to listen to the analysis process and directly asked the result.

"Do you have grenades? It's OK to drop bombs with relatively high lethality. " Mo Cong's face was illuminated by the fire, and his eyes were quiet. No one could say that he was just a young boy. "Hold the heavy machine gun first, stop shooting the others, find someone to throw the bullet, and see the form first."

"Do as he says." At the command of the drunken snake.

Boxes of hand grenades were moved out, and there was a huge explosion. The separated monsters howled. Anjie stood still, holding a telescope, staring at the place where the bomb fell. Through the cracks of the flesh and blood limbs that flew up into the sky and fell down, he looked at the possible entrances and exits... The sources of all these monsters, Or... The gates of hell.

A moment later, he put down his telescope: "at five o'clock, there is one, not far behind a straight line, there are two, at nine o'clock, there is another... Wait a minute!"

Anjie's face suddenly sank, and he cried out: "don't throw the grenade, stop, immediately!"

Before I could explain the reason, the people who looked at him for no reason understood what the reason was. At the beginning, the slight tremor of the ground gradually became larger and more intense... Finally, the people who were insensitive also felt it. Drunk snake squeezed a few words from his throat: "what the hell is this..."

As the earth's crust shakes violently, the ancient weird civilization finally shows its ferocious side in front of this group of aggressive intruders. Those guns and people with guns, who seem to be invincible, are thrown to the ground at a loss. What Anjie finally sees is what Mo shouts and pours anxiously at himself - the fishy sand, Smoke filled his senses.

Then the whole earth turned over.

I don't know how long it took, but I felt that I came back slowly. Anjie felt dizzy, as if he had been touched by something. Then he felt someone calling his name in a gentle voice and patting his face gently. The memory of the past suddenly flowed into my mind, and Agilent quickly tried to regain control of his body, which was too dangerous.

He opened his eyes. It was very dark, as if he was buried under the ground. However, with his night vision, he could still see clearly. The space was very narrow. The height might only be enough for him to sit up, and the width was only about two feet. In this narrow and low place, the people who looked at him nervously looked closer.

Anjie slightly propped himself up and stepped back a little, so as to open the awkward distance between Mo Cong and the young man. Almost half of the young man was on him. He asked quietly: "what about the others? What's the situation? "

"It seems that there was an earthquake just now. We were overturned and sandwiched in this crack. Other people should be not far away." Mo hastened to pause, "however, those monsters who steal the head also seem to be not far away."

Anjie quickly checked what was left on his body. The only valuable thing was the other things on his waist. There were still four bullets left in it. Other sunglasses on his collar were crushed. Some small pieces even broke the skin on his neck. They were carefully taken down and put aside. There was also a broken telescope and a military kettle with more than half a pot of water. The necklace on my chest broke my thin clothes. I think it hurt a little, but Mo Cong didn't find it... As for Mo Cong, besides being embarrassed, there should be no serious injury.

He took a deep breath, reached out his hand and groped around: "there is no sign of thin air, it seems that it should not be a dead end... Hiss..." his heart suddenly began to ache violently, and Anjie almost didn't breathe.

"What's the matter with you?" Mo Cong was startled by his sudden pain and breath pause. He hesitated and gently grasped Anjie's hand on his chest. The latter almost had no strength to resist and was gently moved away by his hand. Anjie curled up, as far as possible back, can limit space, failed.

Don't frown, slowly take out the things in his chest pocket, and then look at the ring with blood, stunned.

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Xiao Mo, you can continue to suffer for a while, bribe the author, and consider reducing your sentence