Chapter 93 Chapter 93 Zombies
"screw you!"
"A bunch of bastards!"
"I'm your father, you bastard, get off me, you piece of shit."
"My family, huh, they're all dead. I'm not afraid of you. We can die together."
"Don't worry, even if I die, I will drag you beasts down with me."
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The middle-aged man's words of persuasion (threatening) did not calm everyone down. Instead, they added fuel to the fire and deeply hurt everyone's heart.
The scene became even more chaotic.
Anger, rage, hatred...
All kinds of negative emotions spread outward quickly like flames fueled by the wind, forming a sea of angry fire, vowing to devour the people in front of them.
I don't know who threw a stone first, and then countless debris fell like snowflakes.
The middle-aged man on the high ground dodged left and right but was still hit several times accidentally. The black "mud" stuck to his exquisite uniform and emitted a strong stench.
The middle-aged man lowered his head and smelled it and almost fainted.
"vomit"
He couldn't help but dry heave, and was hit on the forehead by the oncoming wood, and his forehead immediately turned red.
"Wang Ju", "Wang Ju", "Wang Ju"
There were cries of surprise all around, and the guards looked worriedly at their leader who was being attacked, but they were actually secretly delighted and felt relieved.
Evildoers will be punished by their own evildoers, and our ancestors never lied to me.
God knows how unhappy they are with this parachuted-in relative.
This piece of junk does absolutely nothing all day, is useless, fawns over his superiors, and acts arrogantly to his subordinates. He takes all the credit for any small achievement, pushes the blame onto them whenever something goes wrong, and constantly finds trouble to make them work overtime.
Bah, you deserve it!
The middle-aged man raised his head angrily and was about to curse when he saw a dense parabola of objects, including a sharp fruit knife.
The middle-aged man panicked.
He covered his head and hurried down the platform, not forgetting to yell at his subordinates beside him: "What are you standing there for? It looks good, right? Hurry up and use something to block it. You're standing there like a piece of wood."
The guards who were scolded finally came to their senses and started to act, raising the explosion-proof shields at hand.
"And you guys, go ahead and make them calm down."
The furious middle-aged man was now annoyed with everyone. He took off his dirty coat and hated the mob who provoked him.
In his opinion, these people had lived a good life for too long. If the base hadn't been so kind as to take them in, they would have been eaten by zombies long ago, never having the chance to cause trouble.
What's wrong with eating some zombie meat?
Not dead again.
It’s good to have meat to eat.
What right do a bunch of losers who rely on subsidies from the base to survive have to shout?
The middle-aged man took off his dirty clothes with a gloomy look on his face. He was in a bad mood when suddenly a few drops of water splashed on his face.
Although it was just tap water used to disperse the crowd, the man was still ignited like a firecracker.
He turned around and found the young man holding the water pipe, raised his hand and slapped him. The sound of the slap was loud and harsh. Before the boy could recover, his hands had already subconsciously covered his face.
The live broadcast immediately froze here and continued to zoom in.
The middle-aged man did not hold back, and the young boy's face became visibly red and swollen, revealing an obvious slap mark and a pair of confused and aggrieved eyes.
He had no idea why he was suddenly beaten.
But the middle-aged man still didn't feel relieved, and kept cursing, with his ugly face accurately captured by the live broadcast.
"If you do a good job, do it. If you don't, get out."
"If you don't do it, there are plenty of people who will!"
"You can't even do this little thing, how did you get in? If you want to be a young master, go home and be your own young master, don't get in my way."
"I've never met anyone worse than you."
The live broadcast screen slowly zoomed out, and the live camera slowly moved forward. The protagonist in the video changed from a middle-aged man who was venting his dissatisfaction to a young boy who was beaten innocently.
The boy has a well-proportioned body and is not short in height, probably over 1.75 meters. He has fair skin, which makes the slap marks on his face look even more red and swollen, and also indirectly reflects that he comes from a well-off family.
After all, it has been more than a year since the zombies appeared, and the living standards of ordinary people have dropped significantly. Families with poor conditions cannot maintain such healthy bodies.
As the middle-aged man cursed recklessly, the young man's face showed a suppressed anger. He clenched his teeth, his hands holding the water pipe gradually tightened, and his eyes were slightly lowered, showing the rage that continued to accumulate.
He Junxia could almost predict what was going to happen next.
Although we have to admit that the world is just a huge makeshift team, the degree of this person's incompetence is really unexpected.
He rubbed his brows and looked at Xie Liqing who was indignant, thinking about how to protect himself and his family in this time of impending storm.
Regardless of whether the middle-aged man is a real fool or a fake fool, it shows one thing - someone is plotting against Major General Bing Feng, the commander of the Yunjiang base, and the person behind the scenes is aggressive and will never give up easily.
Maybe the zombie king is also involved.
As the only fifth-level fire-type mutant under the weapons manufacturing department, he has been labeled as the base commander and can be said to be a direct member of the base commander.
Perhaps no one would dare to attack a level five psychic, but his most cherished relatives, such as Xie Chaoyang and Xie Liqing, would very likely become the target of others' calculations in order to influence him and the forces he belongs to.
Especially Xie Chaoyang, as a third-level mutant who is less than ten years old, he has already been listed by various senior officials in the base. It is not ruled out that someone wants to eliminate the threat in advance or take him away for brainwashing.
He Junxia never doubted the evil of human nature. The sale of zombie meat mixed with chicken at the subsidy window was the final proof.
But now, he is not only worried about the person behind the scenes, but also finds it difficult to trust the base commander, Major General Bing Feng.
If the distance was too far, he could still use the excuse that the emperor was far away and he was inevitably deceived by his subordinates, but the Yunjiang base was not even as big as a small county town, and the zombie meat incident involved several departments, twenty public canteens, and hundreds of people.
Is it true that the base commander is completely unaware of this matter?
And about the previous human laboratory incident, did he really know nothing about it and was completely kept in the dark by his subordinates?
Even a fool wouldn’t believe it.
In other words, even if he is truly innocent and unaware, it is enough to show that his ability is questionable and he cannot bear the responsibility of the base commander.
If virtue does not match one's position, disaster will surely occur.
Even if this matter is barely resolved, countless troubles will surely arise again in the future.
He Junxia frowned.
Although he is one of the few level five psychics in the base and one of the few experts in the weapons department who can independently create customized cold weapons, he still has little influence in the Yunjiang base where various forces are intertwined.
unless……
"ah"
Xie Liqing's exclamation interrupted He Junxia's thoughts.
The subsequent developments in the live broadcast were just as he expected. When the middle-aged man insulted his parents, the young boy completely exploded and punched the middle-aged man hard in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back.
After the middle-aged man fell down, the young boy did not stop, but attacked him with both hands at the same time, punching him in the face and stomach. There was no fear on his face, only the joy of training boxing. He beat the middle-aged man until his face was bruised and swollen, and he begged for mercy.
The surrounding guards looked at this sudden scene in shock, but their eyes were full of admiration and envy for the warrior.
If they weren't afraid of being hated by the villains, they would really want to applaud.
This bastard finally got into trouble.
Not only were the guards watching the fun, but the live broadcast audience was also watching the fun, and even the person who threw the things tacitly stopped what he was doing and watched.
The scene was funny and amusing.
After a while, the guards who were watching the fun held back their laughter and slowly pulled people apart to separate the young boy and the middle-aged man with a swollen head like a pig.
"I****"
"If I don't kill you, I won't be named Li!"
The middle-aged man backed away while swearing, fearing that the young man would rush up and punch him again.
"Go and beat him up. If he dies, I'll take responsibility."
"What are you standing there for? Go!"
The furious middle-aged man spoke without thinking, but the people around him just stood there.
joke.
If a fight really breaks out, the middle-aged man may not be in trouble, but they, the ones who started it, will definitely suffer.
The middle-aged man looked at his indifferent subordinates and was so angry that he wanted to snatch their guns. After being stopped several times, he suddenly reacted and pulled out the gun from his waist and pointed it at the young boy.
This scene was accurately captured by the live camera.
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