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Chapter 138 White and Black

Desert, yellow sand, howling wind blows and rolls the sand grains, one piece at a time, without end.

In the shadow of the dilapidated wall, a group of women sobbed and shed tears. The black woman held her belly and leaned against the wall, her pale cheeks without a trace of blood: "Don't cry, everyone will die one day, I just died earlier."

"Sister..."

Her eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, her body was getting colder and colder, her throat was dry and itchy, so the black woman pressed hard on her abdomen.

The blood surged and the pain increased. The black woman took a deep breath and smiled with difficulty: "I can't do it anymore, and we can't stay in this town. You follow Laura and find a place to continue living. Remember.

, never trust humans, let alone... don't enter... into... the city."

With angry eyes full of admonishment and unwillingness, the departure of black women has caused a group of women to lose their backbone.

What should we do? My eldest sister is gone, what should we do?

The women looked at the dead body of the black woman and her lifeless eyes, knowing nothing but crying.

The white woman who had been squatting next to the black woman gently touched her eyes, turned her head to wipe away her tears, and ordered with a crying voice: "Everyone pack up and leave immediately. We don't have much time."

The sudden sound made the crying women stunned, and then they were shocked. Among them, the black woman with a braided braid spat! "Laura, just after the eldest sister died, you are going to take over the team? Don't

Forgot, the eldest sister is black."

Black? White?

The naturally distinct skin color caused the remaining group of women to quickly divide into two groups, and the confrontation unfolded invisibly. The braided hair glared at Laura with disdain: "Don't think that being able to drive is a big deal. We are usually the ones in front."

In order to ensure the safety of the driver, the black woman had always avoided letting Laura participate in the battle when she was alive. This kind of preferential treatment did not cause much conflict when the black woman was alive, but now the black woman is dead.

Laura looked at the braids in confusion, and really couldn't figure out why she was having conflicts at this time. Moreover, it was a racial conflict that the eldest sister had always avoided.

Black people are born with good endurance and strong explosive power, which means they are destined to be more brave in battle. Although white people are worse, they appear to be calmer in long-range attacks.

However, precisely because of such obvious differences, the two groups had conflicts. And this conflict completely erupted with the death of a highly prestigious black woman.

As a representative of white people, Laura's character is too weak. Such a character is really not suitable for being a leader. This is not the case for Twisted Braid, who has been fighting on the front line for a long time. She has saved many people's lives and has the kind of prestige established between life and death.

, enough for her to raise the banner after the death of black women.

But, she didn’t want to think about it? Without Laura’s driving skills and Laura’s teachings, who among them would be able to drive now? Who would know how to drive?

Laura is not afraid of death, nor has she always wanted to occupy the driver's position. But among them, there is really no one who can compare with her. Laura's talent determines her results and her position.

Jealousy? It makes no sense at all. However, it can lay the seeds of disaster.

No one would have thought that Laura had pulled them out of the danger of life and death several times, and no one would have thought of how desperately Laura sat in the cab when they were resting.

They are fighting on the front line and only need to be responsible for themselves and their companions. But Laura, who is driving, is responsible for everyone's lives. If one mistake is made, the car will crash and everyone will die.

Has anyone thought about it? No.

They only saw the hedonic side of Laura. They didn't need to go to the front line, but occasionally took action in difficult battles. Usually they just had to sit back and enjoy the results, wait for them to come back after fighting to the death, and then eat the best parts with a smile.

Why? Just because you can drive?

Looking at her with disbelief, dissatisfaction, and resentment, Laura suddenly felt that she was so lonely.

I regret so much, I regret not leaving in the first place.

Why do they do this to themselves? Why? Why is this?

No one could answer Laura's inner roar, not even the white people of the same skin color. No one spoke up. They just stood aside and watched silently.

Laura got up. She didn't look at the braided braids, nor the group of white people, nor the group of black people. Lonely and sadly, she took out two short knives and dug a hole rustlingly.

The sand is easy to dig, and Laura can dig it very quickly.

The tears fell and disappeared in a blink of an eye, and the sky was like a bright sun. Laura buried the black woman in the pit and gently touched the sand. When the last touch of fine sand buried her cheeks, Laura stood up: "Two cars

I want to drive one of the cars. According to the eldest sister’s request, those who are willing to go with me can get in the car, and those who are unwilling to go can follow her.”

After saying that, he started walking, looking at Laura who was walking silently by him. He blocked the way with two braided steps: "The car is shared by everyone. You can leave if you want, but the car will stay."

Looking sarcastically at the white woman in front of her, she tilted her head and smiled ferociously, her pigtails dancing like a snake.

Laura took action, without any warning, two arcs of light flashed, her braids became bald, and her broken braids were scattered on the ground.

"Step aside."

The dagger was sheathed and they strode forward. Several white women looked at each other and followed. After a while, only a group of black men were left standing there.

"Shadi, are you just going to let them go?" The black woman holding a pair of basketballs looked at the leaving group unwillingly.

The braided man who had become bald touched his bald gourd with a vicious look on his face: "Of course not."

The dry wind picked up the sand, spinning and drifting into the distance, one piece after another, with half a foot of dust floating on the entire sand.

Laura drove the car, her mouth full of bitterness. She was the only one in the cab. What did the group of women behind say? She didn’t want to hear it, it was meaningless. Her personality was not suitable for being a leader, and she had never been on the front line.

Fighting. But it does not mean that she has no strength. On the contrary, her strength is very high, higher than that of black women. This is the main reason why the fans of black women gave the position to her before she died, and not to the braid.

Twist is a fierce general who can make decisions in battle and explode in an instant. But she is too impulsive. As a leader, impulsiveness can only lead the team to destruction. Laura has a weak character but a good brain. Black women have always regarded her as

As a think tank, Laura's rise to the top is actually a kind of coercion.

The steering wheel turned wildly, and several light spots appeared on the radar. Eight hundred years ago, the radar range could cover the entire planet if it was willing, but now it cannot go beyond five kilometers.

The geomagnetic disaster caused by the war and the interference storm left by the Zerg made the remaining radar lose its original effectiveness. Laura looked at the screen carefully, turned the steering wheel again, her fingers brushed past like a phantom, and there was a snapping sound, and the hover car was in

An arc of sand was dragged out of the sand.

"Enemies, I hope I can see you again before I die, just once."

Above the white clouds, Bergobold, who was accelerating crazily, felt a thump in his heart: "Hurry up, faster, faster!"


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