Chapter 447 Traitor

"... Moreover, I also heard that although the Vietnamese land is near the sea, they continue to face the invasion of mutant monsters in the sea after the end of the world, but the casualties are not too serious... Now most of them have migrated to inland, and a large part of them are in China..."

After listening to Brother Lei's words, Liang Jing couldn't help sighing in his heart.

Chinese ban guns and control knives.

After the end of the world, the most populous country may have suffered the largest loss in the world. Because many Chinese people don't even have a decent machete weapon with good lethal power, not to mention guns in their hands.

One of the greatest strengths of human beings - using tools is directly castrated. In the face of more powerful and bloodthirsty monsters than themselves, Huaxia people can't protect themselves well at all. The consequences of being attacked by monsters can be imagined.

The King of War said that there is a gun for every 12 people in the world. Some time ago, Liang Jing saw in some comments that there is a gun for every 7 people in the world, which is still the consequence of being lowered by the populous country, China. In places such as the United States, Vietnam, Africa, etc., firearms have long been rampant, and AK47 has even become a hard currency, a must for every family. American people even like to collect all kinds of guns, and some people's homes are directly an arsenal.

People in these countries and regions have guns and often play with them. Their fighting skills are naturally much better than the unarmed Chinese. Naturally, their ability to survive in the face of doomsday disasters is much higher.

Compared with the Vietnamese who have guns in almost every family, it is simply the difference between lambs and vicious dogs.

In fact, Liang Jing has always been unable to figure out that the things left by his ancestors have been swept away as feudal remnants. Firearms and other weapons are the products of science and civilization, and they should also be banned. What's going on?

Only people can kill people. How can a gun kill people? It is the right of citizens to keep guns by the people. It is true to ensure that citizens have the right to supervise the government and prevent the government from acting recklessly.

Washington, D.C., once strictly banned guns for a period of time, but the crime rate rose. It's better to ban than to ban.

Banning guns only makes good people lose their right to protect themselves, because bad people always get guns from other means, which is very unfair to good people.

Liang Jing shook his head and sighed. Maybe this is how the ruling class started, so they are afraid, but can it really last for a long time?

After the end of the world, it was the civilians who came to a miserable end.

"The current situation in the camp is still the result of the efforts of the wolf, otherwise the Chinese people in the camp will directly become slaves... But there are still 200,000 people in the camp who support more than 10,000 Vietnamese... Every time we go out, we have to pay half of the harvest as a value preservation tax, and we have to pay one if we have an entrance and out. The fixed access fee, and every day you stay in the camp, you have to charge a protection fee according to the head..."

Brother Lei said indignantly. Although the people beside him had a good chance of not talking, the anger could be imagined, but the brutality of the Vietnamese was more angry and dared not say anything.

These harsh and miscellaneous taxes directly made more than half of the income they desperately earned hand in, forcing them to go out to hunt for supplies. And you have to take risks once when you go out, because you have to pay twice when you go out of the camp. If you return empty-handed, you will lose money and even starve to death...

"Because of this, dozens or even hundreds of people die in the camp every day while searching for supplies outside."

"So it seems that these Vietnamese still know how to use a little brain." Liang Jing said softly, as if he were whispering softly, but his eyes were extremely indifferent.

"Bullshit, it's all made up by those fat pigs who sell assholes." Brother Lei almost roared and said, and his eyes turned red. Obviously, he was extremely excited.

Slowly, through Brother Lei's explanation, Liang Jing knew that these so-called 'graceful and miscellaneous taxes' were created by the common noun 'traitors' in Chinese history. These people were originally ZF personnel or people with small forces, just like dogs. In order to better please the master, after betraying the nation, all kinds of vicious plots were piled up to deal with their own people, which was much more vicious than the Vietnamese.

"Damn it!"

Listening to the deeds of dozens or hundreds of people being forced to die outside to look for supplies every day, wandering around the camp every day to find the beautiful women in the camp, sending them to please his master, and beating and scolding other Chinese people, Liang Jing's eyes became colder and colder.

Compared with direct enemies, he hates traitors more, especially traitors!

Hum! Buzz! Hum!——

"It's not good. It's a mutant mosquito swarm." A shout came.

Liang Jing looked in the direction of the buzzing sound. He saw a group of mutant mosquitoes with red spots flying towards him and others, as if he had seen a hungry dog with bones, and his eyes were full of bloodthirsty light.

These mutant mosquitoes have developed over time. Because they have a certain intelligence and know that under their level and strength, few of them have appeared alone, because they gradually understand that they are not the opponents of people who have been tempered by the end of the world.

Now as soon as they appear, a large group of them come out to hunt. Although their strength is low, the overwhelming attack is difficult to resist even the sixth-order monsters. It is a terrible nightmare for many monsters and human beings.

However, it is nothing for Liang Jing now.

Boom!——

In the surprised eyes of everyone, Liang Jing waved his hand again, and a large white red flame rushed towards the mutant mosquito group. With the sound of sneer, with a burning smell, thousands of mutant mosquitoes were actually destroyed and burned in a short time, and even without corpse residue.

"Let's go." Liang Jing didn't move his eyelids and said.

"Yes."

Everyone looked at Liang Jing's strong performance and became more and more excited. They had enough of such a day.

On the road again, Liang Jing's cold and murderous face softened a little, and the life source of thousands of mutant mosquitoes made him get a positive conclusion. After refining these life sources, although the attribute increase point is very low, agility is indeed the most obvious.

This proves that [Wanling Body Refining Tips] can really absorb the strength of monsters and directly add them to themselves.

"If there is a powerful monster, I'm afraid the increase will be more obvious." Under the night, across the bloody streets, collapsed and damaged cars, Liang Jing was looking forward to this practice.

Maybe high-quality monsters will work better, and the earth does not lack high-quality monsters.

......

"Hight, who is coming?"

"Bastard, put down your weapons and be checked. Otherwise, you will have good fruits to eat."

When he came to the gate of the camp, before he came forward, there was a fat man with a big belly. A thin bamboo pole was funny wearing a security uniform, and he was very proud with a stick, and shouted proudly.

With that, he is going to come up and work hard faithfully and meticulously - one by one.

This is what they have to do every day.

On the other hand stood four men who were not tall and hung with dark AK47 skin. There are also two high points in it, like a tower, with two machine guns placed, accompanied by two or three men with the same dark skin.

These people don't look as thin as Brother Lei's group of people, and their faces are shiny and moist. It seems that they are living a good life. They skimmed to this side and saw that the people in the camp were not in danger. They continued to chat with their companions and fart.

Needless to say, these are Vietnamese.

In history, they have invaded China many times, and now they have come again, and they want to be domineering. They are ruthless to the Chinese people. I'm afraid there are 100,000 Chinese people who died directly and indirectly in their hands.

That is to say, on average, each of these people is stained with the blood of ten Chinese people!

"Oh, I've got a good harvest. It seems that you want to contribute more to Boss Ruan. Looking around at the thin bamboo pole, Brother Lei was surprised that they had harvested a lot today.

"You, you, you, put down the items and put down the weapons.

Why can't you understand people's words?

Is your skin itchy?

Or is there going to be a riot and rebellion again?

Say it if you want to die. I'll let you down now, right away."

Another fat man was unhappy. He was thinking about showing himself well in front of his master. Unexpectedly, these people didn't know what to be crazy today. Unexpectedly, they dailed and didn't cooperate at all. Instead, he looked at a strange man holding a coma woman.

hiss!

As soon as the fat man saw the posture and gorgeous face of the woman held by the man, he took a breath in his mouth. Suddenly, he forgot the powerful golden armor stained with blood on Liang Jing's body, "Come up the woman first, otherwise--"

Poo-huh!

Won! Oh! -

Just as Brother Lei and others hesitated and vaguely looked forward to looking at Liang Jing, several white lights flashed, and two traitors and fat men were hit with their yin and hamstrings. Suddenly, I remembered the scream of killing pigs. The two traitors and running dogs kept covering ** with their hands, crying and struggling fiercely, but their feet were useless and could only struggle in place. ** kept bleeding and converging into a pool on the ground.

Brother Lei's first team was shocked by Liang Jing's unbridled brutality. Brother Lei quickly recovered. "Liang Jing's boss, be careful. These Vietnamese all have guns, and there are as many as 10,000 people. Although you are strong, you'd better not fight hard with them. After all, ants often bite elephants to death.

Liang Jing nodded, but ignored it. He didn't care about the little miscellaneous fish of more than 10,000 yuan. Even the Chinese can kill, not to mention these jackals. He hopes to kill the jackals and contribute their last trace of role.

"Bold!"

"Enemy attack!——"

The Vietnamese at the door reacted quickly. As soon as they saw the change, they immediately warned sadly. As soon as the gun in his hand moved, the muzzle was pointed at this side. However, they never had a chance to shoot. Dove white lights flashed right on their foreheads, pops, and their heads became like rotten watermelons.

The seventh-order true qi can resist bullets, the eighth-order true qi is as tough as fine iron, and the ninth-order true qi is twice as strong. The power can be imagined that even the existence of the sixth-order can't escape death.

At this time, the people inside heard the movement and immediately gushed out like a tide. They all held guns, some with untidy clothes, some wearing underwear, and some were fully armed, different... The only thing that was the same was to drink angrily, and after looking at the dead companions, they roared ferociously like a vicious dog.

His face was full of fierce murderousness. Kill him.

"Go away." Liang Jing flashed bloodthirsty and said to Brother Lei and others beside him.

"Big brother Liang Jing, be careful yourself." Although Brother Lei also wanted to stay and fight, he was a wise man. He knew that staying could only be a drag. At that moment, he gritted his teeth and decisively took everyone to throw down the supplies and quickly hid aside.

He has an intuition that the Vietnamese are going to die this time.