Cherry Lake was originally a relatively famous tourist destination before the end of the world.

There is a mirror-like lake here, and the fields surrounding the lake are full of sweet and delicious cherries. Every time the cherry is ripe, a large number of tourists come to visit.

Now is not the season for cherries to ripen, but Cherry Lake, which has been silent for a long time after the outbreak of the virus, finally became noisy again.

The "Cherry Town", not far from Cherry Lake, has been completely occupied by the military and has been built into a temporary base.

Various military tanks and armored vehicles entered and exited. Civil airports outside the town had been cleared, and planes took off and landed from time to time.

Violent and erotic rap music, shirtless man playing basketball, chewing gum, holding high-energy rifles, guarding the outpost...

It seems like the United States military base before the end of the world, and there are no mutated creatures to see at all.

Occasionally, there was a burst of gunfire in the wild, and transport vehicles brought back batches of survivors.

There are no warm greetings, nor touching condolences.

Drive all the ecstatic survivors to the bathhouse, or let them clean themselves, or interested soldiers rush with high-pressure water guns, and don't let these stinky people dirty the temporary base. This is what these soldiers care about.

During the rinsing process, spring light is inevitable.

So some angry screams, the sound of the rags and silk being torn, the suppressed breathing or the seductive moans are inevitable.

Rejection is just a gesture.

Welcome is the main theme.

Just as the American soldiers said, they risked their lives to stay here, and even picked you up close, but they were just having fun with them in the end of the world where they could die at any time. It was nothing at all.

This is indeed an open country, at least in terms of "sexuality", that's it.

So the "bathroom" is the "cannon field". You can see your bodies hugging each other and swaying, and the space is filled with thick water mist and a faint smell of body fluids.

"Tell those bastards, I don't care about ordinary civilians. If someone has a conflict with the superpowers, don't say that I won't protect him then."

The one with the highest power at the temporary base was Major Rex. He had a big beard and bit a thick cigar and spitted the guard's face.

"Okay, boss."

The guard stood at the right time and saw that the major was not paying attention. He pulled out one from the cigar box on the table, turned around and ran away.

"Shawn, you bastard. I swear, I will kick your sister when I go back this time. I will see if you dare to do anything here."

Rex was furious and started to curse.

It’s not that he is stingy, cohiba cigars are rare good things before the end of the world, not to mention that they are now in the collapse of almost all systems around the world.

At this time, the communicator on the table rang, and Major Rex was angry and cursing again. After connecting, he became interested immediately.

After leaving the office, the charming female secretary outside squeezed her white chest, and Rex walked out with the charming laughter of the latter. She took a jeep and went to the airport.

Soon, an armed helicopter flew from the airport and flew straight to the east.

"What's wrong, boss, what can alarm you?"

The captain was a black man and a big smoker. He stared at him for a while, until Rex threw the cigarette butt to him, he asked greedily.

"Wear a helmet. You nigger."

Rex patted his crooked helmet, then said: "There is a big guy in the east canyon. The chariot cannot be driven in, so he is asking for air fire support."

"No matter how big a guy is, he can't stand the bombardment of high-energy cannons. Boss, just wait and see."

The nigger laughed and closed his arms, skillfully manipulated the fighter to climb high, and then sank into the canyon and flew up quickly.

The end of the world is a great era for them, such as the soldiers equipped with the most advanced weapons.

The higher authorities need them to kill the enemy, and the civilians are looking up to them, while those "supermen" are far inferior to their performance on the battlefield without systematic training.

So every soldier is on the upper level in any base.

They don’t have to worry about food. Every time they go out to search for supplies, they will inevitably intercept some. As long as they are exposed a little from their fingers, they will be like God in the last days.

Drive the fastest car, the fastest plane, drink the best wine and smoke the best cigarettes, including playing the best women.

The end of the world is heaven for the soldiers.

As for the death and injury, they didn't care about it.

In war, there is no immortality.

What's more, they now have the most sharp high-tech weapons. The mutant creatures that were originally invulnerable to swords and guns have completely turned into native chickens and tiles under their powerful firepower output.

This has caused the American soldiers not to be afraid of taking tasks. Taking tasks means having military achievements. These military achievements will allow their current or future families and relatives to live a paradise-like life in the base.

Even if you die, don't worry about these things.

It is because of these excitement that no matter how big a guy is, he can't stand the bombing of high-energy cannons. As long as he severely damages or kills the target, he is the one who drives the armed helicopter and can't escape his military merits.

Flying rapidly along the winding canyon, the black ghost showed his excellent driving skills. He saw that he was about to hit the mountain wall several times, but he brushed it over without any danger.

Major Rex was not surprised or dissuaded - Nigami's driving skills were famous, otherwise he would not have taken the risk.

After about ten minutes of flight, the armed helicopter finally arrived at the battlefield.

"They're also lucky."

Major Rex grinned as he looked at the group of survivors running away on the ground and then at the behemoths they kept chasing.

It was a mutated giant ape, with a height of more than twenty meters and a steel needle-like hair on its surface.

It is more of abusive killing than a pursuit.

After a few steps, the giant ape reached out to pinch a few people and sent them to their mouths to chew them. The food was so full of joy.

There is no hurry to chase after you. It will catch up again after eating carefully and licking the blood on your hands.

Major Rex was not the only bystander for this bloody hunt.

His men were driving several off-road motorcycle chariots and were driving from the mountains above the canyon. They were well-equipped and had no intention of taking action.

"These bastards have brought a few sets of mechanical exoskeleton armor, and they don't dare to take action when they see everyone."

Rex signaled the nigger to fly the armed helicopter to the giant ape, looking at his subordinates who were waving his hand above the canyon, and couldn't help but laugh and scold.
Chapter completed!