I don't have a system but I have a hammer

It was a spacious and bright hall. The entire area was about the size of two basketball courts. It was divided into eight transparent compartments, and each compartment was filled with living zombies with black cracks all over their bodies. …

Looking at the crowds of zombies, I felt extremely terrified, but at the same time, I couldn't help but feel a sense of desolation...

Recalling the information I read at the time, the Stranger Gang will not only turn the refugees in the stronghold into zombies, but also abduct homeless people in real life...

But how many people would have to be killed to fill up a basketball court?

How insane is it to turn the homeless people at the bottom of society into zombie puppets?

They are just a group of ordinary people trying to survive. It can even be said that they are not even ordinary people. They are ridiculed, punched and kicked for an empty bottle. This is their daily life...

Admittedly, I'm not really a bum, but I know what a real bum looks like...

Real vagabonds, they don't want to stretch out their hands like beggars, and they don't want to steal like thieves and villains!

They just naively think, if they can find a few empty bottles or a few old clothes in the trash can today, and take them to the recycling station to exchange for dinner money, if they can also find a few coins... That would be even better!

That's right, although they are homeless, they are men!

So, they are called bums!

Not beggars, not thieves, not bandits!

And as a homeless person back then, looking at the group of former fellows in front of me, now I have become this kind of neither human nor ghost, and I am at the mercy of others...

The incomparably desolate emotion in my heart filled my brain in an instant, and it made me suddenly lose my mind...

"roar~"

"roar~"

A deafening roar immediately pulled me out of my trance, I looked up at the group of zombies who were grinning at me, and walked forward slowly with a heavy heart...

After close contact, the sense of fear in my heart became even stronger, because when they saw me appear, they kept using their heads one by one, hitting the glass in front of them frantically, and their eyes were full of wanton tyranny...

The frightening scene, like a group of piranhas meeting a person in the water, constantly impacted my brain, and the huge panic even made my legs tremble. It seemed to be constantly urging me to run away...

I tried my best to suppress the extreme fear deep in my heart, and looked at the group of zombies that were close at hand through the glass...

This feeling of staring at death... is unbearably painful!

It keeps torturing my sanity, biting my nerves, sawing my scalp...

It was the fierce collision between the biological instinct to escape from danger and the sad indignation in the heart!

Gradually, the angry moral army began to gain the upper hand, and the enemy soldiers who were seeking good luck and avoiding evil began to retreat steadily...

That's right, the panic in my eyes actually started to fade away, and it turned into... a rage!

The next moment, I took out the hammer on the spot and slammed it on the floor, my eyes were red, and I looked up to the sky and screamed...

boom!

"I swear on the hammer in my hand!"

boom!

"If I don't kill the system, I will not give up!"

boom!

"If I don't wipe out the Gang of Strange People, I swear I won't give up!"

boom!

"If I don't avenge you, I swear I won't give up!"

boom!

"You guys...go at ease!"

boom!

Every heavy blow with great force represents the firm belief I made when I made a promise!

Every passionate oath that roared out seemed to be piercing through the clouds with Brother Hammer's response!

I... will not die, and I will never change!

After recovering slowly, I took out eight incendiary bombs from the suitcase and threw them into the group of corpses that were still hitting the glass...

Every time I throw one in, I will look at them sincerely, as if I am looking at the close relatives who are about to die...

"farewell!"

Boom~

"farewell!"

Boom~

"farewell!"

Boom~

"... "

They roared without knowing the pain, and were still hitting the glass violently, and I took a deep look at them for the last time, then slowly closed the iron door of the hall, and walked away quietly with heavy steps...

After wiping away the tears...let's move on!

Next is the office area, most of which are virus research reports and the like, and of course there are also some materials reported from other bases...

According to the office number, I found the president's office, but unfortunately...it's locked!

It's even more pity...the door lock was removed violently by me!

Boom~

After waving the little gunpowder smoke still in front of me, I entered the president's office...

The display is a relatively cliché eight-piece suit for successful people...

Spacious boss desk, laptop computer for office work, comfortable boss chair, old-fashioned old-fashioned tea table, beautiful celadon tea set, bookshelf full of unopened books, wine cabinet with expensive foreign wine, expensive leather sofa...

I picked up a bottle of wine casually, and was about to take a sip... I thought about it for a moment, and finally chose to put it down...

After a while, if you are injured and need to take cephalosporin, then this wine may harm yourself...

I pouted helplessly, and I began to rummage in the office to see if I could find anything interesting...

Check out what we've got, a paper on dos and don'ts for the Annual Meeting, a new research report on the Red Mist Beach stronghold, a...

Oh my God!

I actually saw information about me on the third document, this... this is a big deal!

At this time, my heart was pounding, and I hurriedly stuffed the other two documents into my bag, then opened the last document, and examined it carefully...

"Dear President Sunset, I am the head of the intelligence department of the General Assembly of the Strange People. Regarding the recent bad incidents, we have sorted out all the information about the perpetrators and have distributed them to the branches of the Strange People..."

"According to what he did, we have named him a villain, and it is convenient for the next explanation..."

"The first thing that caught our attention was the disappearance of two senior members of the Qiushui Society. Since the senior members did not have trackers implanted, the intelligence agents at the time only thought they were defectors who had left the organization..."

"As we all know, the Stranger Gang has never been merciful to defectors, so we sent a tracker with a bionic system to use his hunting dog ability to track, but the final result made us all eat a bit shock…"