"…It's done well, it seems that I just need to watch."

The gunfire became more and more chaotic. The soldiers had forgotten that they were actually compatriots from the same country or even the same army. They only remember hatred and anger, fighting desperately like enemies, trying to kill each other with guns, knives, fists and teeth. More and more people died. The bodies lying on the ground opened their eyes again, and they were ashes, staring at the living humans who were still fighting with numbness.

Whether you are a civilian, beggar, slave or soldier during your lifetime, you will look at the living world with the same look after you die.

The lights of the gas street lights were disturbed and flashed lightly and darkly, and the light became dimmer. At the junction of the light and darkness, there were shadows of different shapes waiting for an opportunity to move and fall into the corpses on the ground, while the soldiers fighting were unaware of it.

The Spiritual Cult Group took the opportunity to cross the line of defense.

When the last person on the block also fell down, the gas lights were completely extinguished.

Under the bloody moonlight, the incomplete people stood up one by one and walked towards the city center.

...

In the Governor's Mansion, General Negan's body fell in the corner of the corridor, his eyes widened and his expression was ferocious, and his extraordinary characteristics had been precipitated.

An inconspicuous servant jumped over and looked at the extraordinary character, and after a long time of envy, he still held back and didn't reach out to get it.

He put the knife in his pocket, wiped the blood from his face with a handkerchief, and paid attention to the movement around him.

The front fourth floor was very quiet. He walked up to the fifth floor and pushed open a door. A somewhat obese man hid in the shadow of the room. Seeing the door opened, he wriggled towards the corner of the room in horror.

The servant asked, "Who are you?"

When the person hiding inside heard this, he mustered up the courage to look out and saw that it was a servant, and he immediately became bolder.

"I am the former Governor!" The fat Mr. Thomas shouted loudly, using the volume to reduce the fear in his heart. He quickly squirmed out, and was not stuck in the narrow gaps of furniture along the way. "Do you know the safe way? Take me out!"

"Former Governor?" The servant tilted his head and thought for a moment, took out a knife from his pocket, and walked over.

The former governor's expression suddenly looked ugly, and he quickly retreated and kept knocking down the furniture.

A moment later, a scream that was blocked in his throat came, and the servant walked out, closed the door, with some blood on his hands and body.

Finally, after cleaning up the place, the servant jumped downstairs again, walked to the periphery of the garden, and hid by the wall and stopped moving. The indigenous general suddenly killed people. Now there was no living person in the Governor's Mansion, and all the people with combat effectiveness went to escort the Governor to escape.

Thunder and waves in the garden continued to appear, and they offset each other under the orders. He looked at the two demigods who were confronting each other without blinking, as if they were an extraordinary surveillance monitor.

A corpse appeared quietly beside the servant. He stared at the servant with his ashes, and then turned his eyes to the two demigods.

TBC

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Happy Mid-Autumn Festival everyone!

Try to add updates on Mid-Autumn Festival... I failed when I didn’t come out at 6:30.
Chapter completed!