A sweltering evening...

"Beep! Beep!"

The buzz of cars in the busy city is dense.

View from above.

In extremely "modern" neighborhoods, streets and intersections are crowded with all kinds of vehicles.

However, although it is said to be "modern", most of the buildings on the streets are no more than a dozen or tens of meters high. Only in the prosperous areas close to the city center can there be many buildings over 100 meters tall.

It looks like what the main universe looked like at the end of the 20th century or the beginning of the 21st century.

now.

Southeast side of the city.

Located on the overpass diagonally above the main road, the route leading into the city or out to the suburbs outside the city is completely blocked.

Countless drivers feel extremely irritated because they are unable to move, or because they have missed important events or gatherings, and are honking their horns frantically to vent their anger that has nowhere to be released.

You are about to leave the overpass and turn into the suburban lane.

Inside a four-door dark blue station wagon.

"Honey, when will you get home?"

"I told you to do it right away! Stop asking, okay?!"

"All right…"

"I won't tell you anymore!"

I saw a short-haired man in a suit and tie. He hung up the phone very unhappily and threw his phone at the co-pilot.

It seemed that the short-haired man had completely lost patience with his girlfriend or wife on the other end of the phone because of the traffic conditions.

"call!"

Immediately afterwards, he took off his suit jacket and threw it into the back seat. After untying his tie, he was finally able to breathe well.

Seeing that the car in front moved forward, the short-haired man immediately released the brake, allowing the car to move forward a little, but soon stopped again.

Traffic jam.

The car air conditioner is broken.

Plus it's extremely hot today.

It really makes the short-haired man feel completely relaxed after get off work, otherwise he wouldn't be angry with the person on the other end of the phone.

Slowly.

Following the car in front, he gradually left the overpass and slowly merged into the side road heading out of the city. As the road conditions gradually improved, the breeze also poured in from the window, making the short-haired man's irritability gradually dissipate.

After glancing at the family photo hanging under the rearview mirror, especially his wife and two daughters, he showed a satisfied smile from the bottom of his heart, but he still looked serious and frowned slightly...

"Hey...forget it, we can't take the bad luck home with us."

The short-haired man said to himself rather remorsefully.

So, when he saw that there was enough distance between him and the car in front, he held the steering wheel firmly with his left hand, freed his right hand, and kept turning his head to look for the mobile phone he had thrown on the passenger seat.

However, it was precisely because of his dangerous driving behavior that when the short-haired man turned his head to observe for the last time, the taillight of the car in front happened to suddenly turn red.

"Chi!!"

!!

Hearing the sound of the car in front of him suddenly braking, the short-haired man didn't have time to think about it, and immediately stepped on the car with his right foot, forcing his car to stop suddenly.

But before the short-haired man could turn his gaze back to straight, a violent "bang!" feeling hit him, forcing him to move forward according to inertia.

Fortunately, although the station wagon was old and worn out, the airbags were still effective. Thanks to the seat belts, they were able to successfully separate the short-haired man from the steering wheel, and with the door airbags, half of him was covered.

Even so, the man with the short hair still had a black eye due to the sudden rear-end collision and the strong impact.

On the verge of dying of consciousness...

"Beep——!!Beep!!"

"Chi...! Bang!!"

"Pah! Pah!"

He heard more rapid car honks, rear-end collisions, collisions, and even small-caliber gunshots.

In the end, the short-haired man couldn't hold on anymore and completely lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

I don’t know how long it’s been…

"Buzz..."

Sharp tinnitus woke him up again.

!

The short-haired man thought of what happened before sleeping. Before his eyesight could fully recover, he quickly sat up and looked around through the broken car window.

a mess.

Vehicles either stalled, broke down, or caught fire.

"Ah...ah!"

"Help me! Help me!"

Then, some drivers and passengers who could not escape from the car made miserable screams and called for help, but only ended up being burned alive by the fire.

And the fire in one car had subsided, but this also allowed many survivors and short-haired men nearby to directly witness the charred corpses of the driver and co-pilot passenger.

vomit…!

The short-haired man fucked instinctively.

Very nauseating.

Then, he endured the discomfort and continued to look around...

Good luck!

He actually saw the mobile phone, which was under the passenger armrest box.

Seeing this, the short-haired man first unbuckled his seat belt, then pulled the car door, and pushed it outward hard. Fortunately, he opened the door easily.

He staggered slightly and climbed out of the car. When he stood up and looked toward the suburbs...which was also his home, he noticed the smoke rising up and dissipating.

Men with short hair always have a bad feeling.

Before he could fully recover, the short-haired man walked around from the rear of the car to the other end.

After opening the passenger door and picking up his cell phone, the man trotted towards the suburbs, dodging other survivors and walking between vehicles. He found the call records and dialed the contact with the note "Dear".

"Beep...beep...Sorry, the number you dialed was not answered..."

"Du...I'm sorry..."

However, no matter how many times the short-haired man called, all he got was a busy signal and an emotionless manual reply.

“…”

The short-haired man only felt flustered.

And unknowingly, he had left the side road and arrived at a middle-class community that he must pass through on his way home.

The impression here should be that it is a peaceful place with harmonious neighbors. The most important thing is that there are many police patrols.

But at this moment, the short-haired man's perception was overturned.

In addition to scrapped and broken-down vehicles, broken clothing, blood tissue, and human limbs and torsos can be seen everywhere, and there is almost no complete body.

Even though the short-haired man had never joined the military or held a position in a violent organization such as the police, he could tell at a glance that the corpses and debris scattered on the ground were definitely not caused by previous serial collisions and rear-end collisions.

This is obviously some kind of riot!

Moreover, the participants in the riot also carried out capital punishment on the victims in front of them.

!

After reacting, the short-haired man standing in front of a convenience store felt extremely heavy.

The wife's refusal to answer the phone and the horrific scene in front of her amplified the bad premonition deep inside.

He didn't dare to speculate any further.

"Don't run! Hahaha! Come here! Let me #*kill you!!"

At this moment, a crazy roar interrupted the short-haired man's move forward.

He hurriedly bent down and hid on the side of a police car with the door and trunk open.

Through the front and passenger windows, he saw a panicked, ragged lady in her fifties running out of the alley entrance not far away.

Behind the lady, there was a dark-skinned, strong-bodied guy who looked like he had nothing to do, chasing her, and continued to shout obscene words:
To be continued...