The gunshot seemed to have struck Lu Yuan squarely in the chest, leaving him stunned for a long time.
The soldiers from the United States standing nearby were chatting and laughing, praising the soldier who had fired the shot.
Although Lu Yuan couldn't understand what they were saying, the chilling smiles in their eyes pierced his heart.
Although it wasn't snowing and the lights were dim, the blood on the ground was so glaring that it was impossible to look directly at it.
It took Lu Yuan a long time to recover from the shooting. He couldn't understand English or what the people around him were saying. He only felt how terrified the man lying on the ground must have sounded in the moments before he was shot.
Like a farce, it suddenly came to an abrupt end, and everyone put their arms around each other's shoulders and prepared to leave.
Lu Yuan did not leave for a long time. He stood there looking into the distance. This was very dangerous. Lu Yuan tried to move away, but after a few attempts, he found that his legs were rooted to the ground and he could not move at all.
The person collecting the body quickly arrived. It was a fat man wearing a chef's uniform stained with blood. He was carrying an iron hook, which he hooked directly into the chest of the man who had been shot. The chef then dragged the man away by pulling the chain at the other end of the hook.
Blood flowed straight down the ground. Lu Yuanshun stared at the other person's back and discovered that the body was not taken to the nearby garbage dump, but was instead dragged directly into the kitchen.
The people around seemed to have gotten used to it; some even took out toothpicks to pick their teeth and commented on today's lunch.
Lu Yuan didn't know how long he had been standing there. He only felt that his fingernails had dug deep into his palms, and the stinging sensation made him feel that he couldn't just sit there and do nothing.
Finally, he sighed, then turned and left, following the others to the villa. However, this time he didn't go over there, but instead squatted at the door like the others, smoking and chatting.
Of course, Lu Yuan couldn't understand what they were saying, nor could he join them in their conversation. He simply stood aside quietly smoking.
Although he couldn't understand it, Lu Yuan could recognize a few familiar words, such as "fuck" and "shit".
After finishing a cigarette, Lu Yuan still felt the oppressive feeling in his heart hadn't dissipated, so he took out another cigarette.
Suddenly, a desire to make a comeback arose in his heart. This feeling was like the strong sense of national self-reliance and resistance that he would always feel when he saw foreigners bullying Chinese people while scrolling through short videos before the apocalypse.
After taking two deep drags on his cigarette, Lu Yuan stomped it out on the ground. He turned to look at the soldiers chatting and laughing beside him. He decided that this time he must rescue the Chinese people in the concentration camp, and he would not let any of these cannibals go.
Since an inspection was required to enter the villa, Lu Yuan did not go inside. He waited for an opening, then went outside the villa and hid in an abandoned house.
The abandoned house had a foul odor. Lu Yuan shone a light inside and found some leftover human bones thrown in.
In the past, Lu Yuan would have been terrified, but now he felt that the bones on the ground were the bones of Chinese people, and his sense of revenge grew stronger.
He stayed there quietly, and then silently prayed for his compatriots who had died.
This time, his focus wasn't just on the villa, but also on the concrete-built concentration camp in the distance, a place that must be holding a large number of people.
Lu Yuan took out his night vision binoculars and glanced in the direction of the concentration camp every now and then.
After an afternoon of observation, I finally figured out some of the tricks of the trade.
The concentration camp seemed to be more important than their ammunition depots. The number of troops guarding the concentration camp was greater than the number of troops guarding the ammunition depots, and they even specially assigned two patrol teams to guard the concentration camp.
After reaching this conclusion, Lu Yuan couldn't help but frown. If he wanted to rescue these people, he would definitely alert the guards inside and outside the concentration camp, who were well-equipped with guns and ammunition.
If he were to force his way in, he would likely be riddled with bullets. Lu Yuan wanted revenge, but he couldn't just rush in recklessly. He had to come up with a better strategy to deal with these people.
Lu Yuan squatted there until dinner time. This time, he didn't blend into the crowd; he really couldn't stand getting food with them.
Although he couldn't see a single drop of blood in that bloody scene, looking at the bones and flesh in the basin, he had a vague feeling that it was a part of the human body.
He dared not close his eyes, because if he did, all he could see in his mind were the tragic scenes of those people. He dared not think about it too deeply, for fear that it would leave a shadow in his heart.
Although we came from the apocalypse, this is the first time we've seen something like this.
Cannibalism is not unheard of. Such a disaster occurred at the end of the first year of the apocalypse when he was still in Qingshui City.
The village's food supply was ruined by rats, so they resorted to cannibalism, but they did it secretly and didn't torture or kill humans like they do here.
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