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:
"You old thing! Hahaha! Don't run! I know you want to be fucked by me too!!"
Tsk.
Although the short-haired man is not a racist, the data shows that the crime rate of that bastard’s ethnic group is far higher than that of other ethnic groups.
Therefore, when he sees gangsters chasing and committing atrocities, he always has a sense of déjà vu that "it should be like this."
"ah!"
Screams echoed through the streets.
The gangster successfully pounced on the lady in her fifties, said even more crazy and explicit words, violently tore open her clothes, and couldn't wait to invade her.
"."
The short-haired man is not prepared to come to the rescue.
The reason is simple. He thinks he is no match for that brat with a strong body and a height of 1.9 meters. What's more, he just wants to go home as soon as possible and doesn't want to get too entangled with unimportant things.
only.
When the short-haired man walked around the back of the police car, he discovered that there was an equally open weapons safe in the open trunk.
There was a Remington M870 police-style shotgun inside, as well as about forty red, green, and other colored shotshells scattered throughout the trunk.
!
Seeing the gun and ammunition, the short-haired man was a little stunned at first.
But he reacted quickly, and quickly pulled out the Remington, grabbed the shotshells one by one, stuffed them into his pockets, and then filled the ammunition storage tube under the barrel of the gun.
The short-haired man guessed that the policeman and his partner in the police car might have taken away the 5.56-caliber long gun and had to interrupt due to an unexpected incident before they could even lock it.
But no matter what, at this moment he is no longer defenseless and has the capital to protect himself.
So he looked at the gangster who was still violent and violating, frowned, closed his eyes and thought for two or three seconds, and finally opened his eyes again as if he had a conscience.
"Click!" The gun bolt was pulled with a sound.
The short-haired man had made a decision, and while loading the Remington, he quickly rushed forward, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the bastard's back and shouted:
"Hey! You're a scumbag! Get off that lady! Or I'll shoot you!"
However, the gangster's hands were hammering the lady's chin rhythmically. It seemed that he was too focused on the violence and did not even hear the roar of the short-haired man.
See this.
The short-haired man quickened his pace again, and using the inertia to lift his right leg, he kicked the bastard in the back and kicked him away, finally ending the violence and violation.
"I'll fuck you!"
The bastard who fell to the ground was so angry that he stood up without even lifting his pants, looked at the short-haired man who had the gun pointed most pointedly at him, and rushed towards him.
?!
What's going on?
Are you not afraid when you see a gun?
The short-haired man didn't think much, and he didn't care about the constraints of law and morality. When he saw that the gangster was about to threaten his life, he immediately pulled the trigger.
"Boom!" The piercing gunfire sounded.
"Bang!!" The sound of the body being violently hit and hammered.
"Click! Dang~dang." The shotgun was loaded and the sound of the shell falling to the ground was heard together.
I saw that the gangster was hit in the chest by an 18.5mm kinetic energy bullet. He lost control of his whole body and fell backwards as if flying into the air. He lay paralyzed on the ground and lost the ability to move.
This kind of warhead composed of rubber projectiles has a head of about 28 joules, and its main purpose is to disperse violent elements at a distance of about 30-100 meters.
Although it appears to be a non-lethal bullet, it can still be fatal and cause permanent injuries at a distance of 1-15 meters.
Guys with short hair don't know this.
However, that bastard was hit in the middle of the chest from a distance of nearly four meters, and he was only wearing short sleeves. Naturally, he could only breathe out, not in.
Even so, the gangster was still struggling, and there was not much pain on his face. Instead, he showed extreme unwillingness and anger, and said ferociously to the short-haired man:
"I'll kill you hastily. I want more."
But after just a few words with difficulty, the bastard completely raised his head and lost his breath.
"call!!"
As for the short-haired man, it was his first time to kill someone, causing adrenaline to surge, his breathing to intensify, and his hands to tremble slightly uncontrollably.
It doesn't matter, the other party is a violent rapist, killing him is justified.
He kept giving himself psychological hints, forcing himself to calm down, and then turned around, preparing to ask the elderly lady how she was doing.
"What a bastard you son of a bitch! Who asked you to interrupt him! Didn't you know I was having sex?!"
But as soon as she finished turning around, the lady lying on the ground started to go crazy for some reason.
?!
The short-haired man saw that the other party's eyes were extremely scarlet, and blood was constantly flowing out of the corners of his mouth and nostrils.
At the same time, dense blisters and blood rashes began to appear on the opponent's forehead, eyebrows, jaw, and cheekbones on both sides, gradually forming a bloody cross on his face.
Blood cross.
!
Seeing this, the short-haired man's profession and work had nothing to do with medical treatment or scientific research. He immediately understood that the sudden change in the attitude of this old lady seemed to be caused by some kind of infectious disease.
Seeing that the lady was struggling to get up again and was also preparing to pounce on him, the short-haired man didn't hesitate at all this time and immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and continued to pull the trigger.
"boom!"
"puff!"
Killed the opponent with one shot.
And this time, the short-haired man's psychological guilt suddenly decreased.
Then, holding the gun at a sufficient distance, he came not far from the dead gangster and carefully observed his facial features.
Sure enough, there were also vague symptoms of blood cross.
The reason why I didn't notice it right away was because this guy's skin was too dark and the blood red color was not obvious.
The guess is correct.
This kind of madness and crazy symptoms are contagious, and the onset time is very short. At least the elderly lady was still calling for help and begging for mercy half a minute ago.
And he hasn't shown any symptoms yet, which shows that this type of unknown infectious disease may require substantial contact with limbs, blood and body fluids.
Cropped Man is not a member of those anti-vaccination and anti-scientific organizations.
His pastime after get off work, apart from taking his wife and children out for a good meal, is to play zombie and demon shooting games.
The experience gained during the game was perfectly applied to the current situation.
After analyzing the city, the traffic congestion on the streets, and the current riots are inseparable from this "blood cross", the short-haired man did not dare to delay and hurriedly ran back to the police car whose engine was still on fire.
He immediately drove to a house less than two kilometers away.
It's a house with an open door.
!!
Even if the short-haired man was not infected with the Blood Cross, his eyes were red at this time. He picked up his Remington and rushed out of the police car. He broke into the house with the best sprint performance in his life.
Then he saw blood and milky yellow stains everywhere on the kitchen bar, and his wife's clothes were also placed on the dining table.