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The inner walls of the entire City of Hope were filled with people gathered.

They are like machines, working at dawn and resting at dusk.

Song Bing circled around in such a peaceful manner.

Until I arrived at the gate.

Looking at these 'people' who were relying on each other for survival, Song Bing's usually indifferent eyes couldn't help but show some fluctuations.

But in the end, this fluctuation gradually calmed down.

Song Bing started again and came to the original city gate.

"Hey, what are you doing? It's still dark and there are still three hours until opening time.

Are you in a hurry to be reincarnated? Get the hell out of here!"

On the watchtower of the city wall, several soldiers who were warming themselves by the fire discovered Song Bing and immediately scolded him like they were scolding an animal.

Song Bing raised his eyes calmly. A gust of cold wind blew past, lifting the bangs in front of his forehead, revealing his cold eyes.

"Fuck, are you playing dumb? I'll count to three. If you don't get back here, I'll blow your head off. Three, two..."

A soldier with a bad temper immediately stood up, picked up the black and gold shotgun, pointed it at Song Bing, and began a rapid countdown.

But when he counted to two, he was horrified to find that Song Bing was gone?

Just the blink of an eye.

"What about people?"

The soldier with the gun rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

When he opened his eyes, Song Bing appeared in front of him as he wished.

The black and gold shotgun in his hand inexplicably turned around, and the trigger appeared in Song Bing's hand.

"what!"

The soldier's pupils dilated and he had no time to shout.

Song Bing had already counted the last number for him calmly, "One."

"Bang~"

With a loud bang, the soldier's dream came true and he was blown in the head.

"Ah, you dare..."

The other soldiers reacted and were about to take action.

The black and gold shotgun in Song Bing's hand was already aimed at them one by one.

"Bang bang bang..."

A few more shots were fired, and four of the five second-level soldiers on guard were killed on the spot.

As the remaining man just picked up his gun, Song Bing already pointed the shotgun at him.

"Please spare my life, spare my life. I have a five-year-old daughter. I don't want to die."

He was so frightened that he dropped his gun and knelt down in front of Song Bing, trembling.

But when he looked up, Song Bing had disappeared.

Only the spray gun was left there.

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then he reacted, his face became ferocious, and he ran forward and pressed the alarm button.

“Dingwuwuwu…”

Soon, the alarm sounded throughout the besieged city.

After a while, several figures in black arrived as promised.

Leading the group was a white-haired man wearing glasses.

"What about people?"

The white-haired man glanced at the four soldiers who died tragically, and finally looked at the surviving soldiers and asked calmly.

"He escaped, he escaped, he attacked us when we weren't paying attention and ran away. I was the one who beat him away. Hurry up and catch him, the damn thing."

The surviving soldiers reported with grim faces.

The white-haired man didn't say much. He led the four men in black behind him and turned into four afterimages, chasing towards the forest ahead.

Everything is already familiar.

"He killed our people. We can't let him die easily. Torture him to death. Torture him to death... uh..."

The surviving soldier shouted fiercely in the direction where the five people left, but before he could finish, he suddenly felt difficulty breathing.

The whole person fell to the ground and struggled instantly.

Eventually he died of despair with his eyes rolled back due to lack of oxygen.

He will never understand until his death that his role was just to call the police.

……

It was even colder in the snow-covered forest.

Five figures went deep into the forest, but found that there was no trace of Song Bing.

"What about people?"

The white-haired man in the lead frowned slightly.

If Song Bing really escaped, the taboos established by the City of Hope would be broken.

"Don't look for me, I'm here."

Just as the five people were looking around for Song Bing's trace, Song Bing's calm voice was heard from a tree above.

He has been waiting here for a long time!

Luo Jin and Luo Yin once said that one cannot leave the City of Hope, especially at night, otherwise one will be eaten to death by the zombies outside.

There were many people who couldn't stand the oppression and wanted to escape, but they all died tragically outside at night.

Now it seems that the so-called monsters are the people in front of us.

These people from the City of Hope.

"You are so brave that you not only dare to escape at night, but also dare to kill people."

The white-haired man raised his eyes and stared at Song Bing with cold eyes.

"You are the so-called zombies?"

Song Bing still asked calmly.

“Haha, now that you know this secret, your death is imminent.

How do you think we are going to torture you to death so that it looks like you are being bitten by a zombie?"

The bald man next to him had a cruel smile on his face, like a butcher.

"Why do you do this to them?"

Song Bing continued to ask, confusion written all over Junyi's face.

Faced with this inexplicable question, the white-haired man's eyes twitched.

He stared at Song Bing again and asked, "What do you know?"

"You are from the Apocalypse Organization!

Is this another experiment, ordered by your so-called emperor?"

Song Bing looked at the five people and continued speaking.

This time, the five white-haired men could not hide the violent fluctuations on their faces.

"How do you know? You are not the experimenter, who are you?"

The five of them could no longer remain calm and stared at Song Bing.

The young man in front of him looked nothing like the man in the besieged city.

“I guessed, but your answers confirm it.

As for me, I'm just a veterinarian."

Song Bing said as he slowly stood up and casually took off his black windbreaker.

Revealing the brand new and clean white coat underneath.

The white, which symbolizes purity and hope, is particularly conspicuous and bright under the faint light.

"Since you know all this, no matter who you are, you must die."

The white-haired man stared at Song Bing who took off his windbreaker. A trace of uneasiness in his heart made him quickly draw out the black, gold and purple knife from his waist and shoot towards Song Bing.

A gust of wind swept past, lifting his black clothes and revealing the dazzling five-star rating on his chest.

A fifth-level super combat power also erupted from his body.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

The other four also took action, rushing towards Song Bing from four directions, and the fourth level energy fluctuations appeared on their bodies.

All of Song Bing’s options for survival were completely cut off.

Facing the five people who came to kill him, Song Bing remained calm from beginning to end.

It was not until the five people came up to him that a strange color appeared in Song Bing's eyes.

The moment his eyes met Song Bing's, the white-haired man felt his soul tremble, as if he was dragged into the abyss by Song Bing's glance.

[Ding~ Successfully sent out Level 100000 Hemerocal Dementia and Obedience, Merit -]

During this process, Song Bing also sent out a type of level five mental illness that he had fused.

Its function is similar to an upgraded version of taking obedient water...

The next second, a sharp pain suddenly rushed into the white-haired man's brain, as if someone was chanting a spell to tighten his head.

He instantly fell to the ground in agony, holding his head and struggling.

"Ahhhhh..."

The other four people did the same and soon followed in the footsteps of the white-haired man.

In just one second, the five fierce men became the patients at this moment.

Looking at the four people struggling in pain.

Song Bing was not in a hurry. He put his hands in his pockets and sat back on the tree.

Let the disease run its course for a while.

……