Chapter 621 Chapter 618 · "Listen to me thank you."

   "Where are you going?" Su Mingan withdrew his hand.

   "Go to the nearest human gathering place, the eleventh district." Steel said: "You stay honest, Myron and I are your saviours. Without us, you will freeze to death there sooner or later."

   "Ah, then thank you." Su Mingan said immediately with a smile.

  When he laughed, the charm of S+ was more obvious, even if he didn't have a black cat on his shoulders, the appeal was still amazing. The missionary aura is already subtly affecting.

  The original charm player Iris, Charm S is enough to overwhelm the world and make countless people fascinated by her. Even if Su Mingan didn't want to go in the direction of charm, the impact was still significant.

   Not only the Chapter, but even these two wicked people were bewitched.

   "People from 30 years ago had such good temperament?" Steel muttered, withdrawing his gaze.

Next to   , Myron was leaning on the steering wheel with a smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he was thinking something.

  Su Ming'an looked down at the tracking compass, he and Dong An'an were getting closer, she should be in the so-called eleventh district.

  This is like an apocalypse, the outside world is full of extremely cold winds, and only a small gathering place can survive. Judging from the code of the "Eleventh District", there are at least eleven human gathering places.

   What made him uncomfortable was that Steel always looked back at him, his eyes swept slowly over him, like he was weighing a commodity.

   That is a desire to look at money.

   Still, these two were useful to him. His wheelchair consumes energy, and it's a waste to travel 50 kilometers.

  The truck galloped across the plain, and gradually, voices began to appear outside. Occasionally, there are teams of five to ten people. They generally wear heavy cotton hats, carry guns, and drag sacks or cardboard boxes, as if they have just returned from collecting resources.

   In addition to people, there are also teams.

  Large trucks with raised chassis, cars with modified glass... Vehicles are like planets in parallel orbit, like ants migrating collectively, this scene is quite spectacular.

   Arrived at the gathering level, the truck brakes. With a beep, a red-emitting instrument scanned the resource bins on the truck.

   "Myron, did you just come back?" said the bearded inspector.

   "Well, the car contains resources for District 11." Myron smoked a cigarette and smiled.

   "Who is this person?" The inspector looked at Su Ming'an in the back row.

   Those who go out to collect resources are mostly armed. The inspector didn't understand, what happened to this guy in commoner clothes?

   "The hibernator found outside is estimated to be from thirty years ago." Myron laughed: "I plan to take him to see Lin Guang."

   Hearing this name, the inspector's face showed horror, as if he was afraid of "Lin Guang". He glanced at Su Mingan hesitantly, trying to persuade Su Mingan to leave, but under the threat of Myron's eyes, he didn't say anything.

  Su Mingan noticed this scene.

The    truck started, carrying the goods into the city.

   Entering the eleventh district, Su Mingan was startled by the sight in front of him.

   He originally thought that this kind of gathering place in the apocalypse is at most a group of people exchanging goods, collecting resources, and planting simple crops.

  But...the eleven districts are too large.

  The stone and brick buildings are like towering giants under the brilliant afterglow. Shops, residential houses, and factories are lined up one after another, and the thick black smoke is like a floating mist, and the architectural style is similar to the industrial era.

  Transparent glass, with colorful spots shining in the blood-colored sunlight, and the motorbike driving through the rolling yellow sand, forming a humming symphony.

  Xie can scan the shelter, and after a while, it will bring up the map. The eleventh district is divided into multiple areas such as assembly halls, free trade areas, black markets, resource allocation stations, war preparation material exchange offices, residential areas and living areas.

   Near the outside of the city is the farmland that grows wheat and potatoes. The further you go inside, the taller the buildings.

   "Are you stunned?" Myron, who was driving the car, was very proud: "I didn't expect that thirty years later, there would still be a gathering place of this scale?"

   "It's really good." Su Ming'an said.

   But also just good.

  Although the eleventh district looks very prosperous, it is very different from the measurement city after all. It lacks water and electricity, there are no lights in many places, and three-fifths of the area is just abandoned houses, uninhabited.

  People's faces are generally dark and thin, most of them are armed with guns, and their expressions are vigilant, and they do not have that kind of comfortable and peaceful atmosphere. From time to time, the sound of gunfire could be heard.

  Su Mingan noticed that there were many stone statues around the gathering place, people kowtowed and knelt down, and some people were holding small books in their hands and chanting to the words.

   Ten minutes later, the truck stopped at a free exchange, and a group of people came and started unloading the resource box.

   People were stunned when they saw Su Mingan.

   A woman approached the car window, her dark purple hair swept across Su Mingan like a hook, and asked in a low voice:

   "Myron, who is this?"

After    paused for a while, she smiled again: "The thing that was brought to us... as a welfare thing? The quality is good, I like it at a glance."

   As soon as her words came out, several people looked up to the sky and laughed, laughing all over the place.

  Su Mingan frowned slightly.

   He found that everyone here would laugh at him when they saw him. Does he look so vulnerable?

   In other words... the pressure of life here is overwhelming. Only want to bully every "weak". Su Ming'an has no "source", and in their eyes, he is the weakest and weakest.

  Su Ming'an's charm value determines that the way people bully him is not fists and violence, but such teasing.

   After all, a person dressed in commoner clothes without self-defense weapons is more like a weak person who depends on others.

   "This person was not given to you." Myron sneered and threw Su Ming'an a padded jacket. The texture was not very good, but it could barely keep warm:

   "Add some clothes, you will be in trouble if you freeze to death."

  Su Ming'an has always been wearing a thin white lab coat, which is incompatible with people in heavy cotton clothes.

   "No need." Su Ming'an said.

   He couldn't feel the cold at all. Even in the face of the cold wind, it does not affect the action.

   "Oh, as you like." Myron snorted coldly.

  ... This guy named Lewis is so proud, he thought he lived thirty years ago?

   After unloading, Myron climbed into the driver's seat and the truck started again.

   "Isn't this the eleventh district, where are we going?" Su Mingan said.

   The co-pilot's steel hehe smiled: "We are going to take you to the information registration office. You are a newcomer and you need to obtain an ID card. Otherwise, if you are caught by the patrol team in the city, you will be regarded as a spy."

   "When the time comes, just—'click'." Steel made a wiping action on his neck and smiled sinisterly: "They don't care if you are a big man thirty years ago, you don't have any privileges."

  Su Ming'an didn't speak.

   If he wants to join the faction, it is best to get a legal status first.

"You'd better be honest and don't think too much." Steel said: "You don't have any 'source' in you, the weak will die, and you can't expect to go out of the city to explore. If you want to survive in the city, at most do some work as a waiter. ."

  Su Mingan, who was said to be "weak to death": "..."

   The direction of the truck is getting more and more remote, and it has gone against the location of the "registration office". Even, it started to drive upwards, as if it was climbing a mountain, getting further and further away from the core of District 11, and the surrounding greenery kept falling behind.

   "Look at your temperament... It's too wasteful to be a waiter." Steel smiled slightly: "I think there is a better place for you. From the first time I saw you, I felt that you were very suitable for that place..."

  “哧—” The truck braked suddenly.

   They arrived at a hilltop villa.

  The villa occupies a very large area, not only has a large garden, but also a golf course like a large playground. The white fence surrounds the land, and the air smells of cream.

   The car door opened wide, and Steel suddenly reached out his hand and wanted to push Su Mingan down.

  Su Ming'an had anticipated this for a long time, he shook his backhand, and with a "click" sound came the sound of bone cracking.

   Before Steel could scream, Su Ming'an's hand continued to stretch forward, breaking the opponent's neck with a "click". Myron next to him immediately raised the muzzle and shot at Su Ming'an.

"Ding-"

The    bullet hit Su Ming'an's chest, as if it had hit a hard brick, without even piercing the inner armor.

   "You—" Myron never thought that Su Mingan, a guy without a "source", would burst out with such terrifying power.

With a "click", Su Mingan twisted his gun, grabbed Myron's throat with one hand, leaned forward, burst out with terrifying power, and pressed the sturdy Myron on the steering wheel, ready to go at any time. Squeeze Myron's neck.

   "I ask you... where is this place?" Su Ming'an gestured to the gorgeous and beautiful villa area outside.

  Myron turned pale, and he struggled.

  …Damn! Heck! Heck!

  How can he meet such a monster when he picks up anyone in the hibernation pod? Obviously can't perceive the breath of the other party's "source"!

   "This is Lingguang's temporary residence in District 11. He recently patrolled in District 11..." Myron stammered and replied.

   "Who is Linguang?" Su Mingan asked.

   "Linguang is the agent of 'God', a person we can't defy and can handle our life and death at will..." Myron said:

   "He, he likes all black-haired and gray-eyed people, no matter men or women, no matter the elderly or children... There are not many such people, we... We finally found one today. So, I want to exchange you for money..."

  Su Mingan frowned.

  ...This Lin Guang, is an existence similar to the Pope? This world obviously looks sci-fi, but it actually believes in gods?

  Sci-fi and magic are mixed together, what kind of messy and wonderful world is this?

   "What do you mean by god?" Su Mingan said.

   "No, I can't say it." Myron showed despair: "If you say it, you will die, you will die!"

   "I'll let you say." Su Ming'an moved his fingers down, close to Myron's thick neck, the annihilated black light had melted the superficial skin.

  Myron's originally sticky and wretched eyes revealed extreme fear. His heart was struggling, deep fear was suppressing his lips, he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

   "Click." Su Ming'an's left hand stepped forward and crushed Myron's left metacarpal bone.

  The strength of the state is great, and you can play "kneading music" on human bones. It is as light as crushing crispy noodles, and it is a bit addictive to pinch.

   "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh screaming like slaughtering pigs sounded and tears welled in Myron's eyes. Seeing that Su Ming'an's hand was still moving, he said desperately:

"Gods are-gods who rule over our world! Although they never show up, they can indirectly rule our world by cultivating 'agents' among human beings. We must listen to the whispers in our ears, but those who disobey God Those who are ordered will be executed—"

   Myron's words stopped abruptly.

  Myron's strong body suddenly fell to the right, and there was a strong despair and fear in those raised eyes.

   A silver-white bullet with butterflies and lilies engraved on it, from Myron's right temple, a "ding bell" landed on the car, and the blood did not flow out of Myron's temple until it landed.

   This shot was so fast that even Su Mingan couldn't sense that someone was aiming.

  Su Mingan looked to the left, a man was holding a gun.

  Through the broken glass of the car, Su Mingan saw the man—the man's face was expressionless and bloodless, like a dead man crawling out of a graveyard. A pale, glowing magenta, like bright blood in the snow.

  Su Ming'an could not identify the gender of this white-haired man, whose facial lines were extremely soft.

   This man looks very similar to the No. 6 man in the night meeting, but his features are more immature and softer.

  The white-haired man moved the muzzle and aimed it at Su Ming'an. Those eyes that were indifferent to the extreme were like a transparent mirror that could reflect anything.

   "Are you Linguang?" Su Mingan said.

  He realized that this was the man Myron feared so much—the most powerful man in the world who could rule all life and death.

  ... This Linguang is extremely terrifying. If Lin Guang's previous target was him, he might not be able to dodge.

   He won't... He bumped into the faction boss again at the start, right?

  Linguang didn't speak, just tilted his head slightly, as if observing him - observing Su Mingan's black hair and gray eyes.

Su Ming'an noticed that in this villa, some people were standing stupidly, as if they had lost their souls, some people were sitting on the swings with their heads bowed and motionless, while others were locked in golden iron cages with their eyes blank. , like a captive bird.

   They have one thing in common - they all have black hair and gray eyes.

   They looked silly, like delicate dolls in fancy clothes.

  Like one by one... carefully collected, deprived of personality, shattered soul, and only left with a pure appearance of "viewing objects".

   (end of this chapter)