I want to create ten types of civilization

Chapter 702 Cooperation
After the boss's explanation, those government soldiers relaxed, but Zilong didn't dare to relax. Before he entered the door, he clearly watched several red scarf soldiers running towards this side.

Zilong immediately told the government soldiers that there were Red Turbans outside the gate.

Several government soldiers raised their guns nervously again. Just at this moment, the door of the supermarket was opened, and several government soldiers fired without waiting to see clearly.

The Red Turban Army outside the gate also opened fire one after another, and several government troops standing at the gate were killed instantly.

At this time, Zilong didn't dare to pick up the gun at all, so he directly pushed down the container at the door, temporarily blocking the door.

"Where can I go out?" Zilong shouted at the wrinkled boss.

"This way, this way!" The boss also came back to his senses and hurriedly led the way.

When a group of people left the supermarket, what they saw was a tragic scene. There were corpses everywhere on the street. Those Red Turban soldiers used the guns in their hands to slaughter the people they saw inhumanely.

"Hey, how do we go, we are doomed if we go on like this." Zilong shouted to Leng Feng.

Although he knows that there is a kind of luck called the protagonist's halo, the scene set by this main god is obviously not that simple. This main god is equivalent to a machine with great emotions.

Or say a master, it can wantonly break the rules, according to the trajectory of the world, the so-called protagonist halo is invincible, but with its existence, the world can be ruined by him and turned into a testing ground.

The protagonist doesn't just die.

"We have to go to the embassy, ​​only there can guarantee our safety." Leng Feng growled, and a stray bullet flew past his scalp.

"And me...huh." Zilong snorted violently before finishing his sentence, and a flower of blood exploded on his arm.

A red scarf soldier jumped out less than five meters in front of the crowd and shot at the crowd. Except for Zilong Hangcai, seven or eight people who were traveling with him were directly killed and injured.

A group of people hid behind the car in a panic.

At this time, no one cared who was injured, Zilong became ruthless, picked up the shattered glass, rolled to the other side of the car and raised his hand to throw out the machete-sized piece of glass.

puff!
The Red Turban Army covered his face and fell down crying.

Well, Zilong admits that he chopped it crookedly, but that's not important, if he chops crookedly, he also gouges out the guy's face.

Leng Feng's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly took the few surviving people to take the opportunity to slip away.

"Blindly shoot a few shots." Walking in front of the red scarf soldier, Zilong picked up the opponent's gun to let him know, but found that there were no bullets. Fortunately, the opponent still had two magazines and a grenade bomb.

Zilong picked up the magazine and ran away. Just when the Red Turban soldier thought he had saved his life, a round iron egg magnified in front of his eyes.

boom!
The two magazines in Zilong's hand were quickly consumed, and everyone finally ran to the embassy, ​​but they were forced to hide in the gap between the two cars, while a group of red scarf soldiers outside had surrounded them.

Zilong has not resisted, and at this time he has nothing to do, if he stands up, he will be beaten into a hornet's nest.

At this time, the gate of the embassy was suddenly opened, and a group of fully armed peacekeepers ran out and confronted the Red Turban soldiers. This time, the Red Turban soldiers did not dare to shoot at will.

They are lunatics, but they are not stupid enough to know that these people cannot afford to mess with them.

Under the gesture of the ambassador, the group hid in the embassy.

"Brother, how is it?"

Zilong was being bandaged by a medical soldier when Leng Feng came over and asked.

"It's okay, the bullet went straight through and didn't hurt the bone." Zilong replied, at this time the medical soldier also exploded, and after giving Zilong two anti-inflammatory and painkillers, he went to treat other injuries.

Leng Feng made it to Zilong's side.

"Have you ever been a soldier?"

"No." Zilong said truthfully.

"I see that your shot is quite accurate." Leng Feng said seemingly casually.

"Practice fighting zombies."

"What?" Leng Feng still thought Zilong was joking with him again.

"You can always tell which country you are from, right? China?"

"Probably." He didn't refute this Zilong, but the problem was that he had no nationality, so he could only say it was a certainty.

He couldn't ask anything, fortunately Leng Feng didn't ask any more, Zilong was also quiet and checked his current income.

Optional task 11 has no progress yet, and the number after optional task 110 has become [-], which proves that Zilong killed eleven Red Turbans, and will earn [-] survival points.

Fighting life and death, only 110 survival points.

The risk is high, and the income is not proportional.

On the same day, the city was destroyed by the Red Turban Army. Obviously, the embassy could not continue to stay there, so it arranged vehicles to escort these people away at night.

Interestingly, Zilong saw several 'acquaintances' among these people.

It was the six people headed by that successful person. Seeing that they were not injured, and none of them appeared here, they probably ran to the embassy for help before the war broke out.

At dawn, everyone was escorted to the port, where there were already warships from Huaguo waiting here, and they would escort their compatriots home safely.

Zilong watched the survivors line up to get on the warship, but he had no intention of going up.

The optional missions [-] and [-] should not leave the country, that is to say, the cold front should not leave. Now that you have climbed up, you have to come down.

There is no need to follow at all.

Those who exist, even if Leng Feng leaves, he will stay.

Anyway, he didn't have long hair if he failed the optional mission. Once he couldn't complete the mission, he focused on mission two and killed more Red Turbans.

Although the risk is high, he must earn enough survival points for himself.

Although the man in the sunglasses earlier was quite unreliable, there was still a meaning revealed in the other party's words, survival is a necessity for them to survive.

It is impossible for the Lord God to let them continue like this. He will definitely make them stronger. How to become stronger? Zilong guesses that the key to survival lies in this point.

It's because the man in the sunglasses didn't explain it clearly, and he couldn't figure it out until the main god space.

Sure enough, without making Zilong wait long, Leng Feng got off the warship, but when he saw Zilong's figure, he was obviously taken aback and walked over.

"Why didn't you go up?"

"I guess you will come down again." Zilong replied mysteriously.

Staring at Zilong's eyes, Leng Feng realized that he didn't notice anything wrong, but this was the most abnormal thing.

"I think you need a helper."

"What's your purpose?" Leng Feng asked bluntly.

Zilong glanced at him, then at his own palm, and said, "Kill more Red Turbans, but I can't do it alone."

"I won't help you."

"So, let me help you instead."

Leng Feng was silent, what the other party said was right, he really needed help, but he was also considerate, the other party was too mysterious.

"What are you thinking, you do your task, I kill my people, we don't conflict, we can also benefit from each other, can't we?"

Leng Feng was startled and stretched out his hand.

Zilong smiled.

(End of this chapter)