Doomsday Extinction

The subway tunnel is dark and dark, and when you walk in it, you can't see the end at all, and a cloudy, sour-smelling air stream blows on your face, and it blows coldly on your face, making people wonder if this is the case. Not a ghostly corridor to hell.

As Xia Jian and Xiao Ling went deeper, some survivors gradually appeared in the tunnel.

Most of these survivors are big men in their prime...

They wear thick clothes, and occasionally their exposed skin is dark and rough from the wind and the sun, and their original and simple faces reveal the kind of peasants who have transformed under harsh conditions and are unique to farmers. Cunning and cruel.

Judging from their appearance and size, they should all be migrant workers or migrant workers from other places in Shenzhen and Hong Kong. They stand or squat together in twos and threes, some chatting, some playing with daggers in their hands , made a machete, and some simply sat in the corner silently, secretly observing every passing survivor with fierce eyes.

keep going...

Some sporadic bonfires gradually appeared in the tunnel. Most of the men who appeared here were more burly than those in front of them. The flickering firelight reflected on their rough, slightly hideous faces. The kind of dangerous aura that emanated invisibly made people shudder.

Beside the bonfires, occasionally one or two women with disheveled clothes can be seen, looming, revealing a little bit of attractive fair skin...

When he got close, Xia Jian found some dark bedding and some simple household utensils on the ground through a little firelight. I think these men usually rest in these tunnels.

From this short period of tunnel, Xia Jian has already seen the naive form of a new social order slowly forming.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest, and respect for the strong.

It's just that Xia Jian is still very confused about a question...

That is, he actually saw the two emotions of vigilance and fear in the eyes of these survivors.

And as he and Xiao Ling went deeper, there were more and more survivors crowded in the tunnel, and the strength of the survivors became stronger and stronger. The two emotions revealed in the eyes of these survivors became more and more obvious, and even worse , wherever he and Xiao Ling went, the survivors who were crowded in the tunnel retreated to both sides of the tunnel like avoiding the plague god, and spontaneously made a way...

What are they wary of? Who are you afraid of?

Although he is very reluctant to admit it, although Xia Jian thinks he has such a little ability, he is still very self-aware, not to mention that these rebellious survivors have never seen him at all, even if they know him, they obviously It is impossible to be afraid of himself, a student boy who, in their opinion, has not even grown his hair.

If you want to make it clear, it is that these vicious survivors are afraid of the woman who is walking in front of them.

A group of big men are afraid of a woman...

Although in Xia Jian's opinion, this woman was dressed in black, looked quite mysterious, and seemed to have good skills, but was she really that scary?

For this, Xia Jian felt a little incredible...

Or maybe someone behind her is scary?

Thinking of this, Xia Jian suddenly remembered the basement he just came out of—obviously, when these big men were all huddled together in the subway tunnel, that warm basement belonged to only one person.

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After walking in the tunnel for about ten minutes, the dark and narrow tunnel suddenly opened up. What appeared in front of Xia Jian was a very empty underground space about the size of half a football field.

subway station!

That's right...

Although the light was very dim, Xia Jian still vaguely judged from the layout of the building and some signs that this was the subway station near the university town that had just been completed and had not yet been put into use.

Xiao Ling led him directly to the platform on the left...

"Wait for me here..."

At a ticket booth on the platform, Xiao Ling stopped, turned around and warned:

"OK……"

Xia Jian nodded honestly and agreed, here he is not familiar with the place, it is best to listen to this woman - talk less and read more.

After instructing Xia Jian, Xiao Ling went directly to a ticket window.

To be more precise, it was a window originally used for ticket sales. As for now, although there is a long queue near the window, Xia Jian is sure that these people in the queue are definitely not here to buy subway tickets. Waiting for something.

"Food?"

Xia Jian thought to himself...

Watching Xiao Ling stand in line behind the long dragon, she was very bored, and Xia Jian began to observe the surroundings.

Through a little dim light, Xia Jian vaguely discovered that the entire subway station seems to be divided into two areas by the middle of the railway track:

The area on the left—that is, the area where Xia Jian is now, is empty and clean. Most of the people who come and go are middle-aged men with a hint of evil spirit between their brows. In the dark coke oven, one or two can be seen from time to time. A man with an improvised weapon on patrol;

And the area on the right is dark, damp, and densely packed with some survivors.

Although it was too dark and too far, Xia Jian couldn't see it very clearly, but he still vaguely judged from the temperament and body shape of the survivors that they should all be old and weak women and children with little fighting ability.

Just a simple scan, Xia Jian found that the class of human society ~www.wuxiahere.com~ is particularly evident here - the left side is the strong with a certain strength, they occupy a superior environment and resources, and the weak on the right, who can only make ends meet and survive.

"Xia Jian?!"

A timid voice sounded from behind.

"You are……"

Xia Jian turned his head and looked at the person who came in doubt. He didn't seem to know the person in front of him.

"Soft class 092, Cui Kai..."

Cui Kai was about 1.68 meters tall, and he was relatively thin. Seeing that he had not recognized the wrong person, he seemed a little excited.

"Soft class 092? Cui Kai?"

Xia Jian was not surprised to meet his classmates here. After all, this subway station was built near the university town, not far from Shenzhen-Hong Kong University, but this Cui Kai, Xia Jian thought about it. circle, but there is no impression at all.

It's no wonder who made him a man in school who specializes in making negative news. After three years of college, he didn't make a few friends, but he caused a lot of enemies.

Fortunately, this Cui Kai seemed to have anticipated this situation and didn't care. He leaned directly into Xia Jian's ear and whispered, "Wait, no matter what they say, don't agree..."

A very nonsensical sentence.

After speaking, Cui Kai didn't wait for Xia Jian to realize what he meant, and then trotted away as if flying, as if he was hiding from something.

"Alas! You..."

Xia Jian was confused and was about to call this kid back...

"Hi……"

A slap suddenly stretched out from behind and rested heavily on his shoulder.

"Your name is Xia Jian, right..."

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