Inside the hotel, no one could help but be stunned by such a wonderful sight.
The person in charge of material reserves has given up the idea of taking action. He has already contacted other people in the camp and used Morse code to signal the invasion of outsiders.
After realizing this ability, he immediately used the communication device to tell them to stop, but it was already too late. In the blink of an eye, the door of the tavern was pushed open, and seven or eight ferocious men with guns filed in, heavily surrounding Luca.
"Stop!"
The manager shouted, not having time to explain so much. He knew that no matter how many people there were, they were no match for the hunched-over ugly man in front of him.
Unexpectedly, when one of them saw the bullets on the long table and the bright backpack, he suddenly had an idea.
"No matter how powerful the infected person is, they can't stand this kind of bullet."
"As long as you kill him, you can exchange the entire camp for a month's supplies outside!"
Immediately.
The man no longer hesitated, pulled the bolt of the deer-hunting shotgun, pulled the trigger, and flames burst out from the muzzle.
The emotions of everyone in the tavern were aroused to the peak. They were holding their breath and their eyes were full of greed. They hoped that this shot would kill the man, so that everyone present could live a good life for a while.
Garner also hopes that this shot will be effective. In this apocalyptic world, it is better to seek help from others than to ask for yourself. The chemical protective suits in the warehouse have been stolen and supplies are in short supply. In a few days, the Salvation Army will pay tribute. The camp is on the verge of collapse.
It is impossible to ask this person to deal with the Salvation Army, but as long as we work together to kill him, we will definitely be able to survive this period of time.
Garner's hand also touched the shotgun on his back, preparing to shoot again when the bullet was effective and burning, so that he would have more say when the spoils were divided later.
But the next second.
Everyone was completely stunned when they saw the bullet fired at the homeless man hovering ten centimeters behind him, floating in the air in an extremely strange way, shaking constantly, as if it was controlled by an invisible force.
generally.
Luca slowly turned around, his face twitching involuntarily due to a neurological disease.
"Attempted murder."
"Generally, a prison sentence of less than three years will be imposed."
"Although it is the end of the world, the target of your crime is a human being and cannot be dealt with according to emergency measures."
"What a shame."
"Considering that there are no prison facilities at this stage, your thinking is also biased."
"Crap your arm."
Luca admits that he is not a murderous person, but rather has a sense of justice. He serves ordinary citizens in a broad and general sense.
I saw Luka reaching out to pinch the bullet, pressing his thumb against the base of the bullet, and just pushing it gently. Suddenly, a strong wind blew in the tavern.
The bullet did not travel due to the propelling force generated by the explosion of gunpowder. It just flew completely and directly. In an instant, it penetrated into the man's shoulder, made a circle in a strange arc, and completely removed the entire arm.
The wound was blurry and splashed with dripping blood.
The bullet also fell to the ground intact, and Luca did not take it away because it was his personal property.
"Now, can you arrange accommodation?"
Luka turned his head and asked calmly.
In fact, he had no problem sleeping in the outside world, but the madman who transformed into a beast, and the bandits who occasionally galloped past to loot supplies, made him quite unclean.
He hasn't slept in six days, but considering the energy problem, he must find a place to prepare every week and formulate an action plan for the next week.
Ten minutes later.
Luca was assigned to a manually dug mine room. The environment was quite simple, only twenty square meters in size, and the sloping walls were uneven. The simple wooden supports inevitably made people suspect the possibility of landslides.
The only lighting tools are sodium lamps, and all the furnishings are quite simple, but there are all the necessary things. There are water pipes for bathing, but don't expect a shower, it's just a faucet.
Since the nuclear contamination has spread to the underground river, it is completely undrinkable unless mined to a considerable depth, but it can be used by infected people to take a bath.
The manager respectfully asked Luka if he had any other instructions, but Luka had no idea how these people could help him.
Maybe I can reorganize my manpower to find that man.
Wait until the manager leaves.
Luka touched the scar on his face that was cut by the axe. Because of their different ideas, he and Yun broke into a battle after the Day of Destruction.
The Countermeasures Bureau has now become a secret organization that cannot be brought to the fore, and order must be re-established.
Because so many people saw his face during the public trial, he had to slightly change his facial structure to prevent others from recognizing him.
After finishing all the work, although Luka was still wearing the long tattered clothes like a savage, the dirt on his body and the oil caked on his hair had disappeared, and he felt extremely refreshed.
He opened his backpack, took out some files he had obtained in Section 11, took out his glasses with some broken lenses, put them on and read through them.
After everything was destroyed, in the initial period of time, when the supercontinent had not yet been formed, he braved the extremely high intensity of nuclear pollution and crossed the North American plains. After passing through purgatory, he arrived at the ruined Los Angeles City.
Fortunately, all the nuclear strategic underground bases built in the last century still exist, but they are empty. He went to get some files just to verify his judgment.
After years of precipitation and Luca's long journey, these files were already somewhat damaged when he put them on the table again.
The documents above are all cases in Los Angeles, everything that Colin is involved in.
SCT's actions were seamless, without any leaks in advance, and the error tolerance rate was extremely low. It was impossible to fail without accidents and coincidences approaching the limit.
And Colin, this man, seems to be able to predict the future, and can always come up with the optimal solution at the last node approaching the limit.
It's like being able to go back in time.
He has viewed these files no less than fifty times. Colin could only do this by going back in time. There was no other way. You must know that he was just a poor stockbroker and was no match for those desperadoes.
As long as Colin is found, everything can be reversed, but on that day, the special brain fluid ammunition hit him, and he should not have died. Otherwise, if he uses time to go back, he will definitely lose, or he will
If there is no conflict with him, he will directly break the appointment.
But there is a problem that Luca can't figure out no matter how hard he thinks about it, why Colin doesn't go back in time on the Day of Destruction, or there is some kind of restriction.
Some reasonings that already had answers and some unreasonable logic made Luca fall into conflicting anxiety. Only by finding Colin can he know the answer.
In any case, he is the hope to get everything back on track. Nowadays, in this kind of apocalypse, there is no way to return to the past. Even if order is re-established, it is meaningless. Madness will scatter everything.
Just when Luca was in a daze wearing glasses, there was a knock on the door.
This is not a hotel. There are no keys or room cards. It is just a broken wooden door. In this kind of mine room, there is not even a door bolt or latch.
"Come in."
Luca said casually.
What he never expected was.
She is a sallow-looking woman, about forty years old, leading a girl who may not be twenty years old.
Before Luca could speak.
The older woman whispered something to the girl and left. The girl was trembling a little. After a moment of hesitation, she took off her coat.