Quick Wear: Let go of the desire to help others and respect the burial of the insane.

In a dream.

Zuo Mingmei's still-developing base was completely crushed by the 100-ton Wang Dayun.

A group of brothers who failed to escape in time were compressed into a zip file on the spot by the high-speed Yunda Express.

Even his own grandfather, Zuo Guangzong, didn't have time to escape before his legs were crushed.

An enemy came seeking revenge.

The Zuo family was overwhelmed by just one major stroke of luck.

Zuo Yaozu wanted to lead a counterattack.

Unexpectedly, a giant-armed hero wielding machine guns with both hands suddenly appeared on that 100-ton truck.

After a barrage of bullets, those who weren't already minced meat would turn into minced meat.

Zuo Yaozu and Zuo Mingmei fled in a sorry state, hurriedly slipping out through a side path.

But it's obvious.

Having brought little food, they faced a difficult situation surviving in the wild.

The father and son had to travel to the nearest human base, but that was at least 50 kilometers away.

Zuo Mingmei was lucky enough to find a farmer, but he disagreed with his father about the ownership of the grain.

Zuo Mingmei sensed that Zuo Yaozu had already decided to kill him.

At night, he picked up a stone and smashed it against the back of Zuo Yaozu's head.

After being awakened by the pain, Zuo Yaozu refused to back down and took the small knife from behind his pillow, stabbing it directly into Zuo Mingmei's eye hole.

Zuo Mingmei dared not stop what he was doing; driven by rage, he smashed Zuo Yaozu's head repeatedly.

Zuo Yaozu gradually lost his breath and turned into a pool of minced meat.

Zuo Mingmei only lasted a few days before he too met his end.

"Ha ha....."

Zuo Mingmei was suddenly awakened from her sleep.

"How could I have such a terrible dream?"

He looked up at the clock and realized that the hands had only slowly passed 2 o'clock.

There are 8 hours left until the apocalypse begins.

He was having a nightmare.

"Is this a warning from heaven?" Zuo Mingmei swallowed hard.

What was going well was suddenly ruined by a major stroke of luck.

Zuo Mingmei's expression was sinister.

"I need to find out who this person who has such great fortune is. This time, I will definitely tear him to pieces!"

As for the father-son conflict, and the fact that his beloved grandfather was crushed into mincemeat, he didn't care.

In the end times, there are parents who steam and cook their children into porridge, or children who starve their parents to death.

He had little kinship with the Zuo family, so whether they lived or died was none of his business.

“But Zuo Yaozu actually treated me like this…” Zuo Mingmei covered his right eye, where a trace of pain still lingered.

"It must be eliminated as soon as possible."

In just a few breaths, Zuo Mingmei fell into a deep sleep and entered a new dream.

This life.

Zuo Mingmei remained the same as in his previous life.

They stole the grain transport cart from "stepmother" and planned to escape to the mountain village to start their own household.

They then plundered the surrounding villages and towns, recruited soldiers, and gradually expanded their base.

This time, he was prepared for the Universiade.

Once he became the master of the base, he immediately destroyed the roads and set up various tire-puncturing traps.

But he didn't live to see his big break.

The original owner of the mountain stronghold was not dead; on the contrary, he was extremely wary of Zuo Mingmei and his group of Zuo family members.

The Zuo brothers were separated; one went to work in the mines, and the other went to farm.

The leaders, Zuo Guangzong and Zuo Yaozu, were even assigned to do the dirtiest and most tiring work.

Your relatives on the left are gradually becoming dissatisfied with your decisions.

He had just hijacked a grain truck, a great achievement that should have given him a good job as a minor leader.

Why is the quality of life in the mountain village worse than on the official side?

Zuo Mingmei didn't understand where the unexpected turn of events had occurred.

The mountain bandit leader in Mingming's dream "previous life" soon met his demise.

His death created a power vacuum, and a group of "successors" fought each other to the death, which benefited the Zuo Mingmei family.

The Zuo Mingmei family was exploited for three years.

During this period, Zuo Mingmei's second, third, and fourth uncles were thrown out to be fed to zombies or used as cannon fodder because they did not meet the standards for their work.

Before he died, he cursed Zuo Mingmei's family, wishing them a terrible death and vowing never to follow them in the next life.

Zuo Mingmei had a headache; in reality, he wasn't doing much better.

The mountain stronghold is not the official base that is doing its best to help the people.

Implement a bottom-ranking elimination system.

If the work is not up to standard.

They'd strip you naked, throw you into the wilderness to fight zombies, or beat you to death with sticks—they wouldn't give you a chance to say a word.

He was a child who was always hungry and cold, and he had to work fifteen hours a day just to barely finish his work.

In just three months, under the harsh blows of reality, he ate nothing but watery porridge and became skin and bones.

His back was covered in scars.

He was treated like a black slave planting cotton, and his back was lashed severely with a whip smeared with chili water.

I can feel a burning pain even when I'm sleeping.

Even the bandits provided him with lodging, but he was only allowed to sleep suspended by a rope and not allowed to lie down!

With so many refugees, if you lie down, there won't be any room left for others to sleep!

Zuo Mingmei cursed and confiscated all the supplies, putting them on the verge of being eliminated and thrown out at any moment.

It's nothing compared to the glory of my previous life.

Why don't the authorities come to suppress the bandits?

"These slave bases deserve to die!"

Zuo Mingmei's eyes were bloodshot, and he wished he could wipe out the entire place that was actually a bandit stronghold on the surface!

Official base.

Don't forget your people!

Save your people!

Assassin Zuo Mingmei couldn't help but shed tears of blood. For the first time, he so desperately wanted the authorities to arrive, even though he always wanted to breach the official base.

They only love the official system once they leave the official base.

You can't only think of loving the official base when you're in the slave base.jpg

His biological father, Zuo Yaozu, took the first step.

While the gunman was fast asleep, they stole a gun and tried to escape.

But I don't have the brains to do micromanagement.

He was killed by the bandit leaders as soon as he took the first step.

Zuo Guangzong and Zuo Yaozu were also implicated and executed, without even being given time to rebel.

finally.

Before that 100-ton truck could arrive at breakneck speed, the entire Zuo family perished.

"what!"

Zuo Mingmei woke up from a nightmare again.

The clock struck 2:30.

Even though only half an hour had passed, Zuo Mingmei felt as if she had lived a whole life!

The pain of being treated like a black slave and having a whip lash his back was exactly the same as real pain!

"Something's wrong, nine out of ten is wrong!"

He believed his greatest adversary in this life was the mysterious cargo assassin.

I never expected it to be the leader of that mountain stronghold.

Shouldn't the bandit leader be dead? Why isn't he?

Even though his influence has expanded to several nearby villages, why hasn't the government come to deal with him?

Zuo Mingmei was completely baffled, and his anxiety about the future grew stronger.

"Forget it, let's go to sleep first. I just hope I get more of these prophetic dreams."

A wave of drowsiness washed over him, and Zuo Mingmei lay down to rest.

This time.

The timeline continues to rewind to the period when Zuo Mingmei, in collusion with the Zuo family, plotted to hijack the grain transport wagon.

"Ok?"

"Am I back?"

Zuo Mingmei's eyes darted around. "Although food is very important, only the official side maintains order..."

After a period of deep thought and mental struggle,

"But this concerns whether I can rise up in the apocalypse. What do I care about the future of the government or the lives of my fellow countrymen?"