Chapter 323, Doomsday, none of you can escape

Finally, the well-dressed street director said confidently to the representative of the worker who came to ask for money, "It is impossible to return the money to you. If you want to sue, just sue."

They sued and spent a lot of litigation fees. The court ruled that the street had to repay the construction fee, but half a year later, he still didn't get a penny. At that moment, he realized that the government's work may not be a good job, and the street office is far from representing the government.

He can't get the money, and many of his workers around him are heavily in debt, and some of them can't even survive, but he can't. He also has an injured wife, who has to spend money to see a doctor. His son is going to school, and he has to pay tuition fees.

My wife's illness is getting worse and worse. The doctor said that he needed 200,000 yuan for the operation, and he couldn't survive...

He doesn't want to commit a crime, but he can't get money if he doesn't commit a crime. He doesn't want to pour gasoline and dynamite to find the street office director for money and life. It's not like this and has nowhere to reason.

He wanted to die, but he was afraid of death and was reluctant to give up his wife and children. But when he saw his wife's haggard face and gradually extinguishing life, when he saw the child's gradually dim and desperate cheeks, he knew that no matter how reluctant he was, he would give up.

There was a black fire burning in his heart. He found several workers who could not survive, then poured gasoline, tied explosives, and went to "theorize" with the street director with red eyes.

It's just that they can't see it with their naked eyes. Hatred, anger, hatred and resentment converged into a black gas and flame on them, and the black gas and light flame on their bodies, as their thoughts floated away, slowly involved in a huge cause and effect that has been accumulated for hundreds of years. The fierce black flame, like a dark whirlpool, is Accumulate the last strength, prepare to tear the world and sweep everything...

Almost everything was carried out according to Mou Gang's idea. They, dressed in gasoline and explosives, like carrying chickens, brought out the street director who was arrogant and unscrupulously the other day ago. Mou Gang is not stupid. He knows that it is meaningless to kill the bastard in front of him here. This matter must be made bigger, so that most people know, and then they are caught in the cell, and there is a little possibility to get the project money. This kind of thing itself is fighting for their lives.

It's just that things are going well, but there was such a small deviation in the middle. They originally planned to escort the director of the street office to the municipal government, but in the middle of the escort, Mou Gang suddenly heard a cracking sound.

He looked up doubtfully, but saw that when it was still sunny, a strange 'black cloud' suddenly gushed out of the gray sky. The black cloud covered the sun at an abnormal floating speed, and then stained all the white clouds around him like an infectious disease. At noon But it suddenly got dark.

A smell of evil covered the world. Mou Gang suddenly shivered, "Ah, what are you doing, what are you doing, help me, help me..." The fierce howling called back Mou Gang's mind, but when he lowered his head, he saw a tragic scene. One of his workers's eyes were blood red, just like a A beast generally jumped on the street office director, opened its mouth, and directly bit a large piece of flesh and blood on the man's body.

"Da Zhuang, Da Zhuang, what are you doing? Don't kill him here." Mou Gang was shocked and hurried to pull the strong man who bit the street director. However, at this time, Da Zhuang seemed to be amazing. He just shook one arm randomly and waved the equally strong Mou Gang far away.

"What are you still looking at? Hurry up, quickly divide them..." The opening word did not spit out of Mou Gang's mouth, because he saw the strange look of his co-workers at this time. They lowered their heads one by one, with strange blood and black gas in their eyes, and everyone's facial expressions became Their most ferocious and vicious mood.

Mou Gang's words even became a note that stimulated them. They roared directly, opened their mouths, and rushed to the crowds around them who had followed the onlookers. Since ancient times, the tradition of the Celestial Empire has never been afraid of big things. Therefore, Mou Gang's behavior has been surrounded by a lot of people since they walked out of the street, and Mou Gang also let them watch, because he knew that this was the 'potential' that he could borrow, or even bigger. When reporters from newspapers and TV stations came, their actions were more confident and guaranteed.

It's just a pity that he never thought that this group of onlookers did play a historic role. They witnessed the end of an era and the beginning of the bloody doomsday.

Hate? Angry? Qiu? Resentment?

In this case, it's better for everything to be empty.

Cause and effect change, hell Futu, Mou Gang, who collapsed on the ground, witnessed a picture of the Purgatory of Shura. Most of the ordinary people were killed by those crazy workers, and some of them, in the fierce and crazy mood, a faint black gas gushed out of their bodies, and then they turned into the same as Mougang workers. The madman attacked and bit the pedestrians everywhere.

It's just strange that whether it is Mou Gang's original workers or those demons that have changed later, they only attack the living who have not yet died, like dead flesh and blood. They don't seem to have a slight interest. Among them, the strange ones include Mou Gang. He is obviously not injured at all and sits there alive. But strangely, the zombies who were moved around were included in the ranks of the dead. No corpse came to bite him and catch him.

If you look at it from outer space, you can see that the whole blue beautiful planet is slowly covered with a layer of dark color in a strange change, like a black sun, burning and cleaning up the infinite resentment accumulated for hundreds of years.

One percent of the upper people hold 95% of the social wealth, 5% of the upper people are smiling, and 95 percent of the people are struggling, crying, sinking, degrading, and then dying.

"Since you can't hear our voices, you will fall into the same situation with us, struggling with us, howling, sinking, falling, and then dying."

"This time you can't run away. Even if you sit on the rocket, you can't escape the trial of this hundreds of years of accumulated sin, because the whole earth star is shrouded in this disaster, and no one can escape."

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