Surviving in another world, occasionally finding a beautiful woman

When the people maintaining order saw this situation, they immediately came up and dragged the person away, their actions being very rough.

The man screamed and kicked, but it was no use. They dragged him aside and he didn't even get the food he had been given.

Seeing this situation, the people who were queuing behind and ready to make trouble gave up the idea of ​​causing trouble, otherwise it would only backfire.

By the end of breakfast time, in the prison of more than a thousand people, almost half of them had become mutants. It can only be said that when danger comes, few people will think of helping others. Instead, when they are in danger themselves, they will think of others and want others to save them.

What if you don’t save him?

Then let’s die together.

If you save him, won’t he die?

He will use you as a stepping stone. After all, you are so kind, so what if you sacrifice yourself for others?

Most people are selfish. If a selfish person chooses to help you, it only means that he doesn't care, because in his eyes, the help he gives you is worthless.

Of course, this is not the only possibility. There is another possibility, that is, he will get more from you, so he doesn't mind showing you some kindness first.

Of the remaining half, less than a hundred people signed up to participate in this mutant cleanup operation.

It is said that evil will last for thousands of years because they live on the backs of others, and their trails are covered with the blood of others.

"Everyone, line up and come get your weapons."

Wu Bei handed the matter over to Ruan Ling. Ruan Ling took a small team and stood on the right side of the square, calling out to the people who were still sitting in the square.

Someone came up first and saw that their weapons were actually long swords. He frowned and asked, "Why are they swords?"

"What? What other weapons do you want?" Ruan Ling sneered and looked at the person in front of him, but this No. 747 only dared to complain and didn't dare to say anything else.

Someone came forward and said, "What? The weapon is just this broken knife!" No. 963 pushed No. 747 away and said, "Why do you have to use guns while we have to use these broken knives?"

"You want to use a gun." Ruan Ling looked at him with a smile and said to the person next to him, "Give him the gun."

"Ah? Comrade Major, this..." The soldiers standing next to Ruan Ling did not dare to move, as their superiors did not allow them to issue guns.

963 smiled smugly, thinking he was about to achieve his goal, but Ruan Ling said quietly, "He robbed the Allied forces, so he'll be detained. He illegally possessed a gun, so he'll be detained. He killed someone with a gun, and if necessary, he'll be executed on the spot."

This time, the soldier next to him no longer looked as serious as before. He held up his gun and asked, "Do you want more?"

"Ha." 963 pretended to be strong, "I didn't ask for it." Then he took a knife and left. After walking a distance, he started to whisper to himself.

The people in the back didn't dare to move, so Ruan Ling had to speak again, "Hurry up and get your hands on it, or you'll be fighting those stinky things with your bare hands later."

Ruan Ling's words were very effective, and a group of people came up quickly to get their weapons.

After receiving the weapons, of course they also have to tell them some precautions. After all, they are not sent here to die because of the lack of food, but because of the lack of ammunition and manpower, so they summoned prisoners from the prison and asked them to kill mutants with knives.

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A row of iron bars rose up along the center line of the prison square, separating the left and right sides.

There were people guarding the stands with guns, and there were also people guarding the edge line on the right. Ruan Ling walked alone to the front of dormitory building No. 1. Hands stretched out from the iron gate. The mutants smelled Ruan Ling's scent approaching and roared even louder, as if they were more excited.

Ruan Ling took out a pistol and fired two shots, breaking the lock on the door. The lock fell off, and the mutant broke through the door and ran out, rushing towards the crowd like crazy. Ruan Ling ran back, took the knife from a soldier, and rushed back.

The soldiers were paying attention to their surroundings, and if anyone was about to be bitten, they would rush over.

Hearing the roar of the mutants in dormitory building No. 1, the mutants in other rooms also kept roaring and pushed harder against the door. The door lock shook on the door, making it rattle.

Some of the criminals isolated on the left trembled as they looked at the mad mutant, while others quietly walked to the place farthest from the dormitory gate and sat near the soldiers guarding them with guns. That way, even if the door was kicked open, they would not be the first to die. Moreover, whether they escaped or were killed, they were safest next to these soldiers.

The battle on the right side of the square was very fierce. Many people came out of Dormitory No. 1, so the number of mutants was not large. Only one mutant was assigned to two or three people.

This made Ruan Ling seem redundant, because he killed one by one with his sword, and every sword hit the head. Perhaps it was because the virus had caused some damage to those people's bodies, and their heads did not seem to be as hard as those of living people. Although it was only a small difference, it was still easy for Ruan Ling who had received devilish training. It was definitely not because he had taken a magic pill. Ruan Ling did not need help from others at all, and the mutants were slaughtered unilaterally.

Yang Qi was naturally among them. He and his brothers were relatively capable. Each of them had a mutant. Although they were not very skilled, they were still doing it smoothly.

Although No. 747 was timid when he first received the knife, when the mutant rushed over, he held the knife tightly with both hands, clenched his teeth, closed his eyes, and started to chop. One cut off the right hand, and two cuts cut off both hands. The mutant lost balance and fell to the ground. The mutant twisted in a weird posture, still roaring, and refused to give up wanting to eat the food.

747 was still swinging the knife, but he didn't hit anything. He opened his eyes carefully, his whole body shaking, and then he found that the mutant had fallen to the ground, but was not dead.

"Tsk, why are you still killing mutants?" Ruan Ling watched from the side, shaking her head and teasing, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, how pitiful. They're not even dead."

No. 747 didn't even look at Ruan Ling, but he heard everything Ruan Ling said. He closed his eyes again and stabbed the mutant's head with a knife.

Ruan Ling clapped her hands and said, "Not bad, not bad."

No. 747 seemed to be unable to react. He stared blankly at the mutant on the ground with no hands and a bloody face. After a while, he seemed to react and turned around and jumped up.

The reason why Ruan Ling looked at him for so long was that she felt that this man did not look like a prisoner. He looked like an ordinary person, timid and cowardly. It was unbelievable that such a person would end up in this place.

If you are pretending, just pretend I didn't say anything.

Ruan Ling looked at the situation around her and found that the mutants had been almost dealt with.

"Oh, I'm going!"

A prisoner suddenly jumped up, and everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from. The mutant at his feet was not dead yet, and reached out to grab his feet. Fortunately, he reacted quickly and jumped away, so he was not caught.

Ruan Ling rushed forward and stabbed the mutant's head with a knife.