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Chapter 687 The Holy City of Los Angeles

"Chinese is like a curse entangled in my mind now, you, me, me, you, I are all confused by them, what is not a thing, and the messy teachings in the so-called boxing have all been confused. My brain is getting bigger, and the content of those saber techniques makes my head swell even more."

Speaking of this, the other soldier next to him also looked sad. Steven looked at this soldier and said, "Paul, you should be promoted faster than me, after all, you have half of the yellow blood."

Paul said with an ugly face: "I am in pain when I say this, my God, my father who died early gave me half of the blood of the yellow hematoma and yellow race, but I am completely white in my bones. There is no concept of two characters in Chinese."

"It's scary to think about it. I remember the first one of those characters. After less than three seconds, I will forget the last word. They know me, but I don't know them. They are one by one, you look at them. They are familiar, but you can’t read them at all, and you don’t know how to write them at all. You can only rely on rote memorization, and rote memorization is not necessarily accurate. Some words have the same meaning as another word, but when the two words are combined, they have one meaning, but when they are reversed, they have another meaning, my God, I am going crazy, oh!" Paul said scratching scratching my black hair
"How I wish my benevolent father, who died early, can come back to life now and teach me his Chinese well. You know, in the California Land Resources Emergency Management Center, being able to speak Chinese means a higher level, If you understand oriental culture, you will be at a higher level. If you can understand the skills in actual combat and the offense and defense in training, it will be a world of difference. From an intermediate fighter to an advanced fighter, it is a huge leap. Like a chasm."

"You and I have struggled here for three or four years, aren't we still patrolling the streets?" Paul said with some self-deprecation.

Steven also said a little uncomfortable: "There is no way, as long as you don't master those things for a day, these combat knives issued to us can't really be used in practice. Lickers or stalkers, or other mutant parasites, we have no ability to resist."

Paul listened to Steven's words, but he was no longer discouraged. He raised his pistol and said, "That's not necessarily true. I still have him."

Steven shook his head, "Guns are useful for zombies, but for those big guys, my God, you will never believe what kind of defensive armor those monsters in Baja California are? You can't even believe that in the sea How hard are those giant beasts, with guns?" Steven patted his forehead and said, "It was a disaster, can you imagine that scene? You were bitten by them and thrown casually twice , and then your guts are all thrown out for your mucus shit, and the gun you take on them hits them in the head like a tickle."

"Not to mention those giant bears in California, some armored vehicles are not their opponents. I once saw two giant bears besieging an armored vehicle somewhere in California, and dismantled the armored vehicle into parts alive."

"Machine guns are completely useless to them, and the only thing that works is the guns on the armored vehicles, and those assault guns can only hurt them. Today's giant bears are mutating again, as the virus mutates again and again , The skin of these giant bears is getting harder and tougher. Those who searched for the troop recently said that several teams of the search troop have died, all of them are low-level fighters, because these teams have no high-level fighters.

Hearing this, Paul sighed, pointed to the butterfly mark on Steven's hand, and said, "Steven, at least you are a person with proven qualifications, at least you have the butterfly mark, and I!" Paul raised his right arm, pointed and said, "And I have nothing here."

While talking, the two complained and laughed at themselves, and slowly left a street in East Los Angeles and rode a motorcycle to other streets.

Seeing the backs of the two leaving, everyone on the streets of East Los Angeles breathed a sigh of relief. For them, these people from the California Land and Resources Emergency Management Center who wore camouflage uniforms with butterfly imprints on their armbands were demons one after another.

Crowe and Chris once saw with their own eyes a man with a butterfly imprint tattooed on his arm, killing a street of zombies, and all the zombies in that street fell at his feet, and he, just with a sword , That's right, it's just a sword.

With that kind of fighting, zombies can't get close to him at all. Even Crowe once saw that a soldier with a butterfly mark used a knife to chop bullets.

For Crowe, this kind of person is simply outrageous, and even these residents of the East City of Los Angeles call these butterfly warriors God-killing warriors.

Only these fighters with the butterfly mark can truly protect them and the holy city of Los Angeles. This is why it is called the holy city. As far as Purgatory is concerned, their place is considered a paradise. At least there are feasting and feasting here, and at least there are many stable people living here.

Some of these people are engaged in flesh and blood business, such as the pretty girl Jennifer standing at the door, they sell their bodies to survive in this city, some people rely on their own physical strength, and some people are envious of them, That's the guy who can plant, drive a truck, and fight.

These people are definitely recruited by the California Land Resources Emergency Management Center. It is because of these people that the entire Los Angeles can continuously produce food, and these foods must be purchased with coupons, and some other things must also be purchased through coupons for consumption.

In this city, without vouchers, you are nothing, and vouchers represent everything to ordinary people.

Tickets are materials, firearms, combat power, and women. In this city, tickets can be exchanged for everything, except for the supreme combat power.

And many people know that gaining the highest combat power in this city means that survival is completely improved.

The two left, Chris looked at Crowe who was slowly getting up from the ground, and smiled at the corner of his mouth, Jennifer took a sip and said in a low voice, "Why didn't you kill him?"

Crowe wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, glanced at Jennifer and said, "Don't worry, there is black and white in this world. They need me, and they won't kill me easily. I make a little mistake occasionally. They You will only be punished for a while, and you will always be under my management." Crowe said, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth.

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