Xiong Li smiled bitterly again: "We're all in the same boat, struggling to survive in this apocalypse. The Chosen Ones took all our good weapons, equipment, and evolved beings with them. Faced with the hordes of zombies and evolved beasts, we have no choice but to stay here and try to get through each day as it comes."
Gan Wei nodded thoughtfully.
Extending northward for about 100 kilometers from the northernmost point of the Luoling Mountains, a terrifying black python is slowly moving forward.
Its massive body resembled a black train, winding its way through the mutated jungle. Wherever it passed, the dense vegetation was mercilessly crushed and torn apart, making a rustling sound.
This giant black python is over fifty meters long, its body is thicker than a water tank, and its entire body is covered with a layer of scales that are as black as ink and emit a cold, eerie luster.
Each scale is like a meticulously forged shield, indestructible, and under the sunlight, it faintly reveals a metallic texture.
Its enormous head resembled a small hill, its triangular eyes gleaming with a cold and ferocious light, as if they could see the traces of all its prey, and its gaping maw was filled with sharp fangs arranged like daggers.
Its forked tongue, as thick as an adult's arm, hissed in the air from time to time, its intimidating power enough to silence all the creatures in this mutated jungle.
On its broad back sat more than twenty humans dressed in black robes.
They were all tall and straight, with cold and stern faces. Their black robes fluttered in the wind, but they could not hide the mysterious aura emanating from them.
These men in black robes sat quietly on the back of the giant python, their eyes warily scanning their surroundings.
Even with their strength and the threat of the giant python, they still had to be careful when navigating this mutated jungle.
Only the three people sitting at the very front were chatting leisurely.
All three of them were men: two white and one black.
"We've traveled about 200 kilometers northwest, haven't we? There's not a soul in sight. Where have all the people here gone?"
"They're all probably dead, given how high the population density is here."
"Haha, it's good that they're all dead. I was afraid they'd hide away like rats. The vitality of the Chinese people is as tenacious as cockroaches."
"China is finished. Their population density is too high. They are no match for the zombies. This rich land will sooner or later fall into the hands of our United States."
The giant black python continued its steady advance through the mutated jungle, while the people in black robes remained constantly vigilant.
Suddenly, a man in black robes exclaimed in a low voice, "Found them!"
Everyone looked in the direction he pointed, and under a tree not far away, several ragged, terrified survivors were huddled there.
The giant python slowly approached, and the powerful sense of oppression made the survivors tremble.
The men in black robes sprang into action, leaping off the giant python's back. Several quickly took up high ground to stand guard, while others pounced on the survivors like ghosts, subduing them all in a few leaps.
They had a clear division of labor, moved quickly and efficiently, and demonstrated extremely high combat skills.
The three men, one white and one black, walked up to the survivors with a mocking air.
"Who are you? Is there a densely populated area around here?" a burly white man with a thick beard asked in broken Chinese, his eyes revealing a fierce look.
The survivors looked at each other, and one of the men said cautiously, "Sir, we've been wandering around here. There were originally seven of us, but two of us died recently. As for the place you mentioned, we don't know anything about it."
Upon hearing this, the white man looked at one of his men.
The subordinate sneered, "Sir Knight, based on my abilities, I can confirm that he is lying."
The bearded white man chuckled and said with a sneer, "Very well, you actually dared to lie to me. It seems you know something."
No sooner had he finished speaking than the white man with a full beard suddenly appeared in front of a boy who looked only eleven or twelve years old.
The next second, he grabbed the boy's arm and pulled hard.
The boy's arm was ripped off by the white man.
The boy let out a piercing wail.
Blood splattered and landed on the white man's face. He sneered, "I'll give you one more chance. Tell the truth, or I'll tear off your other arm."
Apart from the little boy who was writhing on the ground in pain, the other survivors were all stunned by the scene.
The next second, the man who had just spoken cried out in a shrill voice, "Xiao Bin!"
The bearded white man kicked the man to the ground and sneered, "I'll count to five: 1, 2, 3..."
The man cried out in horror, "I'll talk, I'll talk!"
His voice was already trembling with tears, “In the original Liancheng City, there was a base called Fuxing City. We accidentally received their broadcast on the radio, so we decided to go there to check the situation.”
The bearded white man looked at the subordinate from before.
This time, the subordinate nodded, indicating that the man was telling the truth.
The bearded white man muttered to himself, "Fuxing City...Fuxing City?"
The next second, he burst into maniacal laughter, "Fuxing City? They actually still dream of reviving it? That's hilarious! Chinese people love to have such pipe dreams! They're just overestimating themselves!"
Upon hearing his laughter, the other men in black robes around him also burst into laughter.
Even those who didn't want to laugh had no choice but to laugh along.
Suddenly, the white man grabbed the boy's remaining arm, who was groaning on the ground, and yanked it hard.
The boy lost his remaining arm, and he completely lost consciousness.
The man let out a mournful cry, his voice trembling as he pleaded, "Sir, I have truly told the truth, please spare us."
The bearded white man smiled and said, "I, Pilsen, am known for leaving no survivors. I never said I would let you go if you told the truth. It's just that you're Chinese."
After saying that, he stomped on the boy's legs twice and broke them.
The boy was awakened by the pain, and then fainted again from the pain.
Pilsen looked at the boy's pained expression and let out a strange "tsk tsk tsk" laugh.
The few survivors had despair in their eyes.
But seeing their desperate expressions, Bilsen laughed even harder.
In the end, he tortured and killed the remaining survivors one by one.
Only that man remained.
Bilson looked at the man and smiled, "I've been good to you, haven't I? I let you stay at the back, giving you an extra ten minutes or so of life."
The man suddenly laughed, a laugh that was utterly piercing and desolate.
Pilsen was puzzled and asked curiously, "What are you laughing at again? Is it that funny?"
The man stopped laughing, looked at Bilson, and said expressionlessly, "Those who commit heinous crimes on our Chinese soil will surely die a terrible death. I'm just one step ahead of you."
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