"You beasts, even if I turn into a ghost, I won’t let you go!" The young man scread in anguish, his entire body bruised and blue, his hands shackled behind him, showing a look of utter despair.
It’s no wonder the man was so agitated. He had just finished taking wedding photos with his fiancée when the apocalypse suddenly broke out. They hid and ran, hoping to find shelter at the police station, but who would have thought that all the police here had sacrificed themselves to protect the people, leaving behind only a group of thugs.
The man’s fiancée was an elentary school teacher, gentle and generous. After many ups and downs, they finally reached the day of their wedding, only to encounter such a catastrophe. The man couldn’t forget the harrowing screams of his fiancée as she was bullied by a dozen people. Once a person, now neither human nor ghost from the abuse, she was finally tortured to death to relieve her suffering.
The depravity of human nature.
In today’s apocalypse, without the constraints of law, human emotions were completely unleashed, particularly malicious thoughts, which were magnified countless tis.
After experiencing bloodshed and slaughter, even an ordinary person could turn into a psychopathic killer, and these prisoners were like devils, completely devoid of humanity.
There were twelve of them, originally serious offenders in prison for murder, kidnapping, fraud, and even bullying won. It could be said these people were social scum, a group of true villains.
Before the apocalypse, they were restrained by law and locked in prison. On a normal trajectory, so would be executed, others would spend decades or even a lifeti in prison, but with the apocalypse, they seized the chance to escape. For others, this might be a disaster, but for these prisoners, it was akin to a new lease on life.
Release.
They built their joy on the pain of others, using it to vent their inner unease and fear.
"Not letting go even as a ghost? Then I’ll make sure you can’t even beco a ghost!"
Ma Biao was a sullen middle-aged man, bare-chested, as he forcefully punched the man’s crotch. With a muffled groan, blood seeped out from the man’s lower body, his pupils dilated, face ashen, like a crow being strangled, unable to utter even a sound.
Ma Biao.
The leader of this group of prisoners, who stood out among a dozen hooligans with his way of doing things. Growing up on the streets, Ma Biao committed every evil deed imaginable—fighting, kidnapping, extortion. One could say his short life could fill a book of criminal acts.
"Beco a ghost?"
"You bastard, you can go to hell with that bitch!"
Ma Biao clenched his fist, and suddenly, his fist turned yellow, the texture becoming extrely hard, like stones buried underground.
A flash of blood.
The victim’s chest was pierced through, blood imdiately pouring onto the ground. His eyes widened in disbelief, a look of eternal grievance on his face.
A professional boxer.
How biased is the heavens, granting such a person extraordinary powers.
Ma Biao’s abilities leaned towards Elental Power, as a Rock Warrior, controlling the power of the earth when using his power. Currently, he could only transform his hands, but when he advanced further, his entire body would undergo a qualitative change, becoming a real stone.
A defense-oriented professional, also known as a at shield.
"A few of you co over and clean this up. If there are monsters wandering at the door, just throw this guy down!" Ma Biao commanded with a cold snort.
Feeding him to the monsters?
It might sound bizarre, but it was truly happening.
Ma Biao was capable of any evil deed. He occupied this building, and in the past few days, so ignorant survivors knocked on the door for help, unaware they had walked into a devil’s lair.
For so young won, these prisoners subjected them to countless humiliations, while the older won or n were held captive as feed for the monsters.
No one knows how many atrocious deeds Ma Biao committed, but harming others didn’t an he wasn’t afraid of death. Despite his body mutation and possessing several guns, there were too many monsters roaming around. He was ruthless but not arrogant and knew his dozen n couldn’t withstand a monster attack.
So Ma Biao ca up with a plan to feed human flesh to those monsters; maybe once full, they’d naturally give up attacking.
In fact, this plan was very effective. Whether insects or beasts, once fed, they’d lazily lie on the ground resting, or even turn away, no longer destroying the police station.
Over the past two days, Ma Biao had thrown more than twenty people out. Most of these were seeking help at the police station but ended up with broken limbs, thrown to the bottom to beco monster fodder.
"Ah Yu, it’s nightti now, and the street monsters aren’t many, wear your police uniform and go see if there are any survivors around. If there are, find a way to bring them over."
Ma Biao waved his hand, ordering a henchman to dress as a policeman to deceive survivors. This trick had worked repeatedly, trapping more than ten over the past few days.
Forewarned is foreard.
Though the police station’s food supply was ample, God knows how long they’d stay here, so he had to stock up on rations just in case.
"Boss, why is it again? I’ve been out two nights in a row, if it’s anyone’s turn, it should be Ah Guang or Ah Cheng..."
"Didn’t I tell you to go? Why are you still talking? Say more and I’ll have you jump down and feed the monsters too!" Ma Biao’s eyes were sharp, with a hint of cruelty. As a professional, he commanded supre authority among the prisoners, controlling everyone’s life and death.
The underling dared not argue, donned the police uniform, and left.
.........
Ah Yu walked down the desolate street.
"Damn it! Just because I didn’t listen to you and played a female teacher to death, now you want to use to set an example. If it cos to it, I’ll fight to the death. One day under pressure, I’ll open the door—if we die, we die together!" Ah Yu cursed, venting his grievances against Ma Biao.
But after a few steps, he shut his mouth, his legs trembling. Though he played the part of a villain in front of the survivors, on the streets he turned into a timid rabbit.
The outside was too dangerous; any carelessness could cost him his life.
The area was filled with flesh-eating monsters. Out of thirty-so people who fled from prison, only twelve remained.
Nearly half had died from various accidents.
"Clap, clap..."
A sound ca from the distance. Ah Yu’s nerves tensed instantly. He raised his gun, aiming it ahead.
After a while, a figure appeared before Ah Yu—a man, not seeming too old, dressed simply, lacking the panic or unease of other survivors. This young man showed no extra expressions on his face, looking as if he was just out for a stroll.
A person!
Ah Yu breathed a sigh of relief, touching his forehead, finding it covered in cold sweat.
Scared to death.
But this ti, there was a bit of gain. As long as he could deceive the person back, his task today would be complete.
Ah Yu paused, deliberately showing a worried expression, "Hey, little brother, it’s so dangerous on the streets. Why are you out here alone? I’m a police officer, in charge of organizing and gathering solo survivors. The police station is just ahead. Co with to hide for a bit!"
"Police station?"
The young man smiled slightly, casting a aningful glance at Ah Yu before saying, "Alright..."
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