Darkness is Coming Chapter 213

  To live is like a race.

  Ma Cong saw a picture when he was young, and he still remembers it deeply. It was a group of runners preparing to start on the starting line, some runners sitting on the roof of Maserati, some runners sitting on the roof of Rolls-Royce, and some runners leaning on their muscular legs, Others were so skinny that not only did he not have a car to carry him, but he also had to tow a large, worn-out scooter with his elderly parents in the car.

  Ma Cong didn't understand it at first, until his tutor explained it to him, he realized that this is the so-called "everyone's starting line is the same". Yes, everyone's starting line is indeed the same, but everyone's way of progress is different. The person sitting on the roof of a Maserati Rolls-Royce can easily reach the finish line without doing anything, while the person pulling the old big scooter can easily reach the finish line. People who work hard all their lives may not be able to reach the end, and are likely to die of exhaustion on the way.

   Originally thought this was cruel enough, but Ma Cong didn't realize until he was older that reality is far more cruel than comics, not only because everyone's conditions are different, but even the way they walk is different. Some people are born directly at the end, some people drive Maserati and walk on the flat road, enjoy the scenery and enjoy life all the way to reach the end, and those who pull big scooters? Now that the social class is solidified, they have to walk on the winding path full of thorns and mud. After a few steps, they will be covered with scratches. What's worse, it is very likely that they will find the road they originally walked after they go to the end. It's a dead end, and the reward for going to the end is only to slam into the south wall and smash your head into blood.

   Fortunately, Ma Cong belongs to the type of person who drives a Maserati, otherwise he really doubts whether he can live to his twenties or whether he will commit suicide early.

   However, just after Ma Cong graduated from University, he was admitted to graduate school by spending money on tutoring and family relationships, thinking that he was going to start enjoying life's wanton fun, the road in front of him was instantly fragmented.

   There is no wide avenue of stars, no narrow path, just a flat ground and a cage, no one can get out, and no one has to go.

  Ma Cong conjectured that the social class in this cage will be loosened, and violence can solve everything anyway. Relying on their own legs or pulling a large scooter, the players who have been trained since childhood, experienced wind, frost, rain and snow, have strong fitness and a hard mentality, no longer have to chase after Maserati and eat exhaust gas, as long as they want, they can take the Maserati at any time. The second generation pulled out a kick.

"Don't suffer from poverty, only suffer from unevenness. No wonder there are always people who say that the end of the world is coming. It's better." Ma Cong thought, "They thought that when the end of the world came, everyone would really start at the same time, but many of them didn't want to understand. , In the past, a rich second-generation official like me used to race with them in a sports car, but now if there is a second-generation, it is a tank to run with them."

Ma Cong felt that he saw it very clearly. There is absolutely no good fruit for people like him to run out, so he put an end to the idea of ​​contacting the outside world from the beginning, and took his parents and a few young models to hide with him. In a well-built underground shelter.

   It is said to be a refuge room, but it is actually an underground base. Ma Cong has long felt that he may have paranoia. He often thinks about what to do if the end of the world really comes one day?

   With this idea in mind, Ma Cong squandered countless times and built a refuge base under his villa. He was scolded by his parents countless times for this. Now it seems that, let alone being scolded, even if he was beaten countless times, it was worth it!

  The underground refuge base has endless food and a water purification system. The power supply relies on generators and solar energy. It doesn't matter if the sound is louder, anyway, zombies can't get in. Not only zombies can't get in, but people can't get in. Ma Cong thinks that the most unpredictable thing is people's hearts. He will never help others. Otherwise, what if he introduces wolves into the room? Of course, if it wasn't a wolf, but a beautiful little white rabbit who looked soft and sweet at first sight and had a good figure, then Ma Cong would not hesitate to help, after all, the harem needs to be supplemented.

"Look now, everyone outside is dying, right? I'm the only one living a comfortable life." Ma Cong thought proudly, "I have a bedroom, a kitchen, a shower room, everything here, even if the tide of corpses outside is like a sea, I am the only one who has a big meal to eat and a soft bed to sleep in. No matter how beautiful and tender you are, if you come in and live for a few days, you must be full of hope for life, and kneel and lick me."

   "Honey, someone is coming from above!" A hot young woman in a bikini hurried to Ma Cong's side. The air conditioner was on in the room, so she didn't feel cold in the three-point style in winter. As for shame? People with a sense of shame probably won't survive today.

"What? How?" Ma Cong was amazed. It wasn't that no one came before, but Ma Cong never opened the electronically controlled door or let anyone in. Later, he was afraid that someone would jump over the wall. In order to avoid trouble, Ma Cong simply used the engine. Making noise attracted a large number of zombies to surround the villa, and no one dared to approach after that.

   It has been more than three months since the last time he saw a human being alive. Ma Cong thought that all the people in Yuanjiang were dead, but he didn't expect that there were still people alive and still running here? There are zombies out there.

  Ma Cong hurriedly got up and ran to the monitoring room. There are countless cameras on the ground 360 degrees around every corner, leaving no dead ends. Each camera can be extended and retracted by itself, which is expensive. Ma Cong looked at the picture transmitted by the camera on the computer screen. There were two men hiding in the shadows more than 100 meters away from the villa.

   "This?" Ma Cong asked in surprise, "Is it a survivor? How did you get here?"

The beautiful woman in a bikini beside him frowned and shook her head, and said softly: "Not quite, their clothes are a bit strange and very clean, and they don't look like they haven't washed their hands for a long time. Also, they saw hundreds of zombies. He doesn't seem to be afraid at all."

Ma Cong zoomed in on the camera and took a closer look. The clothes of the two men in the picture were indeed a bit unusual. They were all dressed in black from beginning to end. Although the style of clothing was simple, the overall feeling was very high-level. The most striking thing was their clothes Embroidered with a cross-shaped white long sword, it is not surprising that this kind of clothing appears in film and television dramas, but in reality, even in the end of the world, there is always a sense of indescribable disobedience.

   "What do they want to do?"

  The bikini beauty didn't answer Ma Cong's question because she was shocked by the picture on the other monitor.

   At the same time, Ma Cong turned on the monitoring equipment and wanted to hear the situation outside, but he didn't hear the conversation between the two people, only the sound of the earthquake shaking.

   There was also a huge roar that could pierce the eardrums.

   "Heavy cavalry, charge!"

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