Refuse To Bind The System, Meet God At The Corner

"Put the supplies inside the circle and you can leave."

The voice coming from behind the several-foot-thick iron door still had a commanding tone.

“The people in the refuge will truly appreciate your contribution.”

Although he was saying words of thanks, the words he heard didn't seem to match the emotion they contained.

Perhaps the voice is distorted due to the distance and the presence of obstructions.

But standing outside the door was a creature neither tall nor short, with a dark red torn windbreaker covering its entire body.

If you get closer, you can still smell the fishy smell emanating from this person.

And a ferocious face covered with black and red blood vessels.

In addition to being vaguely identifiable as a human form, the title "monster" seems to be more suitable for this person.

"I……"

"I want to see... no, I want to hear my brother's voice."

You could vaguely hear the words being spoken by humans, but the sound was too unpleasant to hear, comparable to the sound of rusty iron tools clattering against each other.

The man's eyes were just staring at the iron gate, and his bloodshot eyes were not as distorted as the owner's appearance.

In response to the request from the person outside the door, the person behind the safe door was silent for a moment, and then replied:

"I'm sorry, Collector No. 70, your brother refused to connect, so..."

Like the last reply, the person called "Collector No. 70" did not ask any more questions, but just stood behind the door for a while.

Then he turned and left.

After placing several large boxes of supplies collected in the designated circle, No. 70 left the place quickly.

After walking outside the third door of the shelter, I looked back at the huge iron door slowly falling behind me.

When they fell completely, this monster-like guy with a human form left silently.

If nothing else happens, the next time I come back will be a month later.

Behind the door, it took about half an hour for the innermost safety door to rise.

Two staff members wearing milky white chemical protective suits came out and came to the supplies in the circle, opening them for inspection as a routine.

"No. 70 is really awesome. He was able to collect so many supplies."

A muffled sound came from within the protective mask, affirming the collector's ability to work.

"Isn't that right? There is no news from dozens of other collectors, but this one can still come back once a month on the 70th."

"You are still sane after being infected to such an extent. Maybe we should report it to the doctor for an autopsy and study?"

"Hey, you...hahaha, but it seems to make sense."

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In this way, the two of them were sorting supplies and chatting.

One of the staff members finished reading and was very satisfied with the food delivered this time.

"After these things are disinfected and OK, you can take them back and distribute them to the brothers."

"I usually feel tired after drinking nutrient solution, but these things happen to upset my intestines."

Another person also responded with a smile:

"Yes, by the way, I sold other things to get some green coins and went to Red Lantern Town to have a good time."

Listening to their words, it seems that they want to devour the things collected by No. 70.

But judging from the casual tone, this seems to be a habitual behavior.

The two of them just talked and laughed and used the car to transport the things back. Several cast iron doors fell down, and there was no other sound after that.

No. 70 didn't know any of this. He just walked quickly through the dark underground tunnel.

What was once called a subway is now defunct, deprived of electrical support and human functioning.

These underground tunnels that used to connect various places have long since become damp and cold paths.

Hiding all kinds of unknown and terrifying existences, this is not a place that humans should set foot on.

No, in No. 70's field of vision, several huge rats half as tall as a man were gnawing on the carrion on the ground.

Noticing that someone was approaching, the corpse-eating rats immediately turned their heads and issued a sharp and piercing alarm call to No. 70.

It seems to be a warning to this dangerous person not to try to steal their food.

"You actually regard me as a threat to compete with you for food...it's sad."

"A rat is a rat. Even if it becomes like this, it still can't get rid of its true nature."

Whispering to himself, No. 70 opened his hands and ran towards the corpse-eating rats.

"squeak-!"

Facing No. 70 running towards them, the giant rats immediately panicked.

"Hiss-ka!"

But before they could escape, the sound of cracking the air and the sound of muscles and bones being torn and broken echoed in the narrow corridor.

Looking at the several pieces of corpse on the ground, No. 70 stood there for a while before taking his blood-covered hands away.

"Maybe one day, I will become like this..."

"Become an irrational monster."

Then he slowly raised his head and looked in the direction dozens of meters away.

Although there was darkness all around, No. 70 could still see everything clearly.

Of course, infection brings more than just improved vision.

A substantial improvement in physical fitness is also a matter of course.

Just like tearing apart the mutated corpse-eating rat by hand, that is something that ordinary humans cannot do.

And... those "same kind" hanging upside down from the ceiling just by their own strength dozens of meters away.

They are similar to No. 70 in that they have long since transformed into terrifying-looking monsters, and more completely.

Even the idea of ​​being a "person" has been lost.

"What about you, have you become like that too?"

Facing the question from No. 70, the humanoid monsters with eyes shining with scarlet light just howled in unison, and then attacked quickly on their hands and feet.

"howl!"

The howling of the wind was accompanied by the shrill howling. The situation of these strange and vicious mutants was so horrifying, but No. 70 was no longer surprised by this.

In addition to collecting supplies, eliminating these "similar people" is also one of his missions.

These completely irrational things cannot invade the shelter. The ordinary humans inside are completely helpless and weak existences in front of them.

Those iron gates may be able to block No. 70, but they face dozens of infected bodies that are almost as powerful as No. 70, but are completely crazy.

It was only a matter of time before this temporary shelter was breached.

Difficult to defend and easy to attack, this is No. 70’s evaluation of the shelter after seeing it every time he comes back.

But so what? At this time, what choice do these survivors have?

The changes in the world have long been irreversible, and the weak can only survive like this.

However, in order to protect some people and things, the once timid coward also evolved his own sharp claws and fangs.

"kill!"

Like a trapped animal fighting, No. 70 roared and pounced on one of the infected bodies closest to him. After hugging it, he opened and closed the jagged cracks and bit its neck with all his strength.

There were tearing pains all over his body, and claw wounds and bites kept appearing, but No. 70 could no longer care about these.

In the past, when hunting one-on-one, one had to pay a huge price to kill the opponent. Now, in this situation of fighting alone, it is basically impossible to win.

But it doesn't matter, he will turn into this kind of monster sooner or later anyway, it's better to die now, at least he can take one with him.

His vision gradually blurred, and the pain in various parts of his body slowly became numb, but No. 70 still refused to let go.

it is finally over……

When his consciousness was completely lost and death was about to come, this monster who had no human form but still had a human heart thought so.

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