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Kellan didn't die.

The position of the nostrils on the metal statue is open, and he can breathe in such a way.

This is the order left by Yang Qun, leave him alive, and kill all the others.

"Snort, Kailan, the boss here, I'll put your statue here when I have the chance, so that people will always remember their boss."

Gong Jing tapped the metal statue, in a good mood.

"Stop playing, give him to Mengxue, and find out the information to see if anything has happened recently." Yang Qun's command came through the car window, and Gong Jing grimaced and threw the metal bump into the armored car.

Let Mengxue, a female spy, torture him!

The small episode actually lasted only a few minutes, and the convoy continued on its way, the fence crushed to mud and the nail-covered obstacle strip completely crushed, useless to the convoy in Purgatory.

After a while, news came from Mengxue.

Don't say it, this little robber I met by chance really knows a lot of inside stories.

"He escaped from the base city, and it is said that now the base city is recruiting troops on a large scale, and many people have been forcibly injected with evolution fluid, and many people have become monsters and have been captured, all in all...... The gods have been making a lot of moves lately. ”

No wonder a fourth-order ability would come and be a robber, I see.

He was a deserter.

The gods recruited troops on a large scale and forcibly injected the evolution fluid, changing the appearance of the previous savior, and obviously had a feeling of killing chickens and taking eggs.

Yang Qun and the others knew why, and the reason for killing chickens and eggs was very simple, because the final battle was imminent, and they were gathering all their resources to fight purgatory......

"Let's go to that gathering place, there must be more deserters, more news there."

"Then, let's go to that city base!"

The speed of the vehicle increased, and gradually disappeared into the town's roads......

The gathering place, in the eyes of the American imperialists, is similar to the concept of a slum, and all the high-ranking "high-ranking people" basically live in the once prosperous city.

And the personal feeling of the gathering place is that it is dirty and messy.

Here, robbery, murder, strong X, dirty, everywhere.

However, people still have no choice, and people who are not accepted by the city are displaced, and if they live in the wild for a long time and can only be killed by monsters and zombies, this is their only option.

Although it is only a gathering place, it also has a name, and it is a vulgar name.

City of Angels.

Yes, it sounds so vulgar, like a fairy tale that a seven-year-old girl hears.

And the strongest of the gathering place--- the angels, are the ones who control the place.

Legend has it that he is a fifth-order capable person with extraordinary abilities, so he can protect the entire base from infringement.

Some people also say that he even reached the level of a sixth-order demon god and became a god.

Opinions differ, but one thing that is certain in the end is that he is the boss of the City of Angels.

The distance of more than twenty kilometers has been reached quickly, the City of Angels is also a small town, but this town is tightly surrounded by steel fences, and there are many sentry posts standing around the fence, always checking the density of zombies and monsters around.

This place can't be compared to the Ten Holy Cities of Purgatory at all, at most it is better than the Great Granary Base established at the beginning of the apocalypse.

The guards at the door were all armed men, holding large-caliber heavy machine guns and staring at the crowd around them.

The convoy slowly stopped and asked for inspection.

There's really nothing to check, and this chaotic town can't afford to bring guns, and you'll not be able to keep them until you're carrying a lot of explosives.

Meng Xue walked out, and after her makeup, her beauty was a little uglier, and there were a few scars on her face, which made her look a little unappetizing.

This is to avoid unnecessary troubles.

"There are no heavy weapons, the trucks are full of supplies, and we are the capable." Meng Xue raised her hand as she spoke, and an ice-blue flame burst into flames, proving what she said.

At the same time, two packs of cigarettes were stuffed into the doorman's hands, and the big man guarding the door raised his eyebrows and said: "It's all supplies, it's very useful for our Angel City, let it go." ”

In this way, the convoy easily drove into the City of Angels.

The City of Angels is really quite chaotic, there is a trace of blood in the air, many beggars are lying trembling under the eaves and no one cares, they are all ordinary people, they may be the rich managers of a company before the end of the world, but now they are useless.

And those capable mercenaries are on a rampage on the road with their shoulders on their backs, and any passer-by who is not long-eyed will immediately attract punches and kicks, and in serious cases, they will even have their limbs broken, or they will be killed directly!

On the street corner, there are many dancers dressed in wisps, most of them have yellow and thin faces, and their faces are full of helplessness, but they are greeted by smiling faces when they meet customers, and after a while of bargaining, they are led into a small room to start an activity......

Very cheap, maybe just one meal, or even half a meal......

The way of life here has become very primitive.

"Li Chao, Nightfall, you can get some money and exchange the materials behind the back of our truck." Yang Qun ordered.

Li Chao and Ye Di got off the off-road vehicle, and asked before leaving: "It's so messy here, can we rob it?" ”

"Yes." Yang Qun replied lightly.

The appearance of the group immediately attracted the attention of many people, Yang Qun and they were all wearing red blood robes, looking like a religious group.

However, such clothing is not too excessive, and in the last days, many people wear similar attire, in order to hide their identity, or to show the difference in status.

"The biggest building in the City of Angels is the Dance of the Angels, which is a club for dancing girls and the residence of the supreme leader of the City of Angels--- Angels."

"Usually, only those with a third-order ability can have an entry permit, and girls with good looks are dancing there for enjoyment, but the fee is very expensive."

Meng Xue had already grasped the news here and whispered in Yang Qun's ear.

A line of red-robed eccentrics headed straight in that direction, and there were many people pointing and pointing along the way, and many others threw away their cigarette butts and quickly disappeared into the street, reporting to their bosses.

A little boy was in a hurry and accidentally fell and bumped into Yang Qun.

Yang Qun quietly helped him up and grabbed his hand at the same time.

His hand was about to reach into the pocket of Yang Qun's robe, although it was empty, but the little boy's intention was obvious, to steal something from him.

"Let's go." Yang Qun didn't embarrass him, let him leave, and glanced in a distant direction with a faint gaze.

Want to investigate my identity?

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