The Awakened One lying on the sentry tower, wrapped in a camouflage coat, anxiously used his crossbow to shoot at the small group of wandering corpses.
It is obviously summer, and the sultry and humid weather at night is enough to make people sweat all over. However, in order to "escape" the numerous mosquitoes, these soldiers guarding their posts have to wrap themselves up tightly.
Bullets are precious. Compared with noisy firearms, under normal circumstances, they prefer to use recyclable crossbow arrows.
The sticky, rancid smell of sweat all over my body makes me dizzy.
The defenders lying on the tower with chapped and dehydrated lips were all eager for their shift companions to take over their posts as soon as possible.
Compared with before the apocalypse, the bugs now are much bigger and scary. Many survivors reported that they have even seen mosquitoes as big as the palm of their hand.
There are rotting corpses everywhere. Incubated by high temperatures, I heard that in the city, there are so many bugs crawling out of the corpses that they occupy the entire street, like a sea of worms, which can bite people alive.
The stench produced by the decomposition of corpses can even spread into miasma, which is full of poison.
Night time.
In the simple safety zone, the diesel generator roared.
Under the dim light, flying insects circled like snowflakes.
Except for a few newly built "munitions factories" that look like private houses, there is still light, and there is almost no light visible in the entire security zone.
In the center of the safety zone are several bungalows made of cement and colored steel, with steel signboards hanging on them to distinguish them from other buildings.
"[Blackstone Safe Zone]"
This is the core of the psychic node and where the leader of the Blackstone Safe Zone lives.
"Get away!"
Shout loudly.
The awakened person standing guard at the door shouted and scolded the survivors who were naked and moved towards the nearby survivors like walking zombies.
The summer after the apocalypse is really too hot. Under the extreme climate, the safe zone at night is like a furnace, and people who are roasted are almost dehydrated.
As the only place with air conditioning in the entire security zone, the soldiers standing guard calmly leaned against the door, trying to get some cool air.
Others, obviously, do not receive such good treatment.
There were not many survivors in the city, only about 70,000 to 80,000. On a night without entertainment, the hungry people feebly began to set up stalls, trading "junk" general materials with each other.
Most of the people were naked and fanning themselves. From time to time, you could see some women with numb eyes and naked upper bodies, or they just wrapped a piece of cloth around their chests and followed their men tiredly.
Waiting for business.
There's no other reason, it's just too hot
In the post-apocalyptic world, everything will be in short supply, and clothes will always become unwearable after they are wet with sweat.
After nearly half a year of doomsday baptism, people have become accustomed to living frugally and using everything they can.
In the bargaining between the vendors and the awakened people, no one paid attention to the equally naked woman.
The flesh that could be rolled into a ball of mud might as well attract their attention as a handful of ammunition.
At the same time, inside the room where the signboard was hung.
A third-level awakened person was lying on the sofa with his legs crossed and his face full of suspicion.
Behind him were several maids with good faces, who were carefully squeezing his back.
The floor is carpeted and the crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling is a bit out of place.
It's as if it was pieced together and torn down from a certain villa.
The room is very cool. As the leader of the Blackstone Safe Zone, he is the only one qualified to waste diesel to generate electricity and live a pre-apocalyptic life.
"Sir, what's wrong with you?"
It was rare to see the leader look like this. A young woman with a plump figure behind the man asked coquettishly.
After a while, the third-level awakener raised his hand impatiently, signaling the other party not to disturb him.
He looked at the discussion in the trading channel that was about to explode, his eyes flashing.
"A battle between the third-level awakeners and the third-level mutants, or is it an instant kill?"
When he first read the title, his eyes were full of disdain and disdain, and he didn't take it seriously at all.
This kind of thing with false news and deliberately claiming to be of super high value has happened too many times.
He is not a fool. How has he never come into contact with third-order mutants?
You know, after almost every awakened person is promoted to the third level, the first thing he does when he comes back is to try to find a third-level mutant to test.
After all, it is a matter of life and death.
But what is pessimistic is that as of now, no awakened person has come forward and said that he can kill monsters of the same level alone.
They are both at the third level, but the strength gap between humans and monsters is too big, even several times larger than at the second level!
Just like at the second level, a second-level mutant requires the difficult cooperation of a team of several people to have any hope of killing it.
Compared to monsters, the bodies of awakened ones are too fragile.
If you are not careful, your entire army will be wiped out.
Of course, it is also possible that someone was killed, but there was no publicity.
After all, being able to kill the third level means that you can get a lot of supplies, and even get the equipment and props of the third level guardian!
It’s just that this news seems a little different from what I’ve encountered before.
The man couldn't help but murmur in his heart when he looked at the description in the transaction information stating that the transaction contract could be signed and a picture posted by the other party.
In that picture, a huge head was violently beaten and fell to the ground.
Being familiar with monsters, he could tell at a glance that this must be a third-order mutant.
Want to buy?
Some are excited, even impulsive.
Apart from anything else, if the video is real, I can also observe how other awakened people kill the third level.
No matter how bad it is, it is good to gain experience against the enemy.
If the title hadn't been too shocking for him to believe, he would have bought it long ago.
Kill with one hand
What a joke, if someone could do it, he would eat the sofa under him on the spot!
He still believes that it can kill and grind to death mutants, but it can kill instantly
Too exaggerated
He was more willing to believe that there was indeed a third level who killed the mutant, but it was several third levels who took action together.
At the last moment, they let a third-level person kill the opponent alone, and then took the opportunity to record it.
In this way, it does not violate the title.
And the price of a psychic fruit, or an equivalent exchange item, was just stuck in his mind.
To be honest, the price is a bit expensive for a message.
If it were replaced by grain, it would be enough to feed an ordinary person for more than half a year.
If you change it to population or something, even if you can get a school beauty in a van,
A few seconds later, the man was confused as he watched some awakened people with strong "financial resources" flashing through the transaction channel after purchasing, and then briefly indicating that the information was true.
In the end, he painfully traded two pieces of white equipment and initiated the purchase.
One second later, a video was instantly sent through the system trading channel.
Although he was at the third level, his strength was still at the bottom among the third levels. After seeing that the supplies he had finally accumulated were reduced, the man took a deep breath and quickly clicked on the video.
If the content is false, then he will really lose money!
He wanted to see if the awakened one in the video that was so boasted was that strong!
"Play the video!"
His eyes were fixed on the playback screen.
In an instant, a light curtain was generated, and a third-order mutant appeared in the center of the screen, right in front of the videographer.
It is indeed a third-order mutant!
The man's eyes were startled. He recognized it. This monster was clearly the one that was beaten to pieces in the screenshot!
Swallowing with dry saliva, an unbelievable thought came to my mind.
