I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 719: The shelter is actually not that good.
"What should we do with him?" Domingo kicked the leader of the predators with his foot. The opponent's lower body looked like a squashed crab-foot stick. To describe it in one word, it fell apart.

But obviously this predator who survived the Apocalypse Day and lived for more than ten years has a muscle structure different from ordinary people, so even though more than 20 tons of Beamon was crushed over him, these muscles still maintained a general It's intact, but the skin, bones, and nerves are all gone.

In a sense, this increased his pain. At least for Domingo, he would rather have been crushed to death than to linger here.

The situation at that time was roughly that this overbearing leader of the predators was going to ride the wind, but was bombarded in the air by the experienced Anthony, and then he simply let Ademar get out of the car and the battle was over.

The rest of the predators didn't even dare to fart, so they just turned around and ran away.

"Give him a good time?" Domingo glanced at Anthony and asked proactively. He felt that the predator in front of him was hopeless, but it would be too cruel to just leave him in the storm.

Thirteen years later, they met survivors on their first trip out of Night City. This miracle moved Domingo somewhat, and he planned to do something good——

Like giving someone a good time or something.

"Get him into the car." Anthony also got out of the car, and walked to the predator with a safety rope: "Vault Zero is very interested in these survivors."

"Are you sure? I think he can eat us all without legs." Jesse looked at the other's arm that was less than his thigh and said, "That's not a good idea."

"This time I agree with that bumpkin, Anthony, now is not the time to be soft-hearted." Domingo also said: "Or give them a head back?"

"I have a strong sedative, the one I used to give Tangji." Anthony's words made people inexplicably reassured, so in the end Kona was thrown into the shooting room.

In all fairness, Kona should be very thankful that he passed out the moment he was crushed, otherwise he would probably be tortured to death now, because his almost fatal wound is slowly healing due to the instinct of gluttony cells.

Anthony noticed this, but he was very confident in the sedatives he had prepared earlier, they were originally made to calm Dongui when needed.

Of course, for the sake of safety, Anthony still picked the Tesuji of the predator leader, and planned to check it every few hours during the next journey.

Encountering a convoy of predators seemed to have exhausted Anthony and his party's good luck, and they encountered almost no setbacks during the rest of the journey.

The attitude of excellence that military technology used when manufacturing the Behemoth dealer transport vehicle made it the most successful ground mobile fortress in the future. The wide tires and powerful horsepower allowed it to evacuate to Palm Springs at a speed of forty kilometers a day. moved.

Kona woke up 26 hours after the injury. When he woke up, the lower body injury had stopped bleeding.

He moved his body, and was horrified to find that not only was his lower body unconscious, but he couldn't even move his hands!

Kona, who had been fighting in the mine for 13 years, forced himself to calm down. He knew that he was captured by these shelter residents. They heard about the shelter seven or eight months before the apocalypse.

At that time, there were so many transport convoys on the road that the Skeleton Party couldn't grab them. It was at that time that the former party leader Jani had the idea of ​​​​renovating the mine.

This decision allowed Kona and the others to live until now and witness this extremely desolate apocalypse.
"Are you awake?" A gray-haired man walked into the narrow cell. In Kona's eyes, the people who came out of the shelter were just like the company dogs back then, all of them were embroidered pillows that were not important.

Look, they actually built a cell in the car!

Kona looked at the strong, well-nourished body of the other party, saliva secreted from his mouth unconsciously, his stomach and intestines wriggled, and he let out a loud roar.

"Don't like to talk? Well, let's play a game." Anthony took out a box of canned luncheon meat and placed it not far from Kona: "From now on, I will ask you a question, and you answered it. I'll just give you something to eat, and if you keep silent, I'll cut something out of you, isn't it fair?"

Kona looked at Anthony and smiled disdainfully. He has played this trick many times, but he cheated every time. Whether the other party spoke or not, he would cut something from the other party's body and eat it. .

"What's your name?" Anthony asked slowly.

Connor closed his eyes and didn't answer.

Thirteen years is enough time to spare for Conor to feel as much resentment and disdain for the lucky ones at the shelter as he did for the company dogs before the day of the apocalypse.

He felt that he was the real tough guy, who faced the end of the world and survived tenaciously, and these people were just weak people who survived under the protection of the shelter, they were just food.

"Very good. To prove that I'm not joking, I'll take out your left kidney first." Anthony said and started to do it. He directly picked up the scalpel and stepped forward to reveal a large opening and a highly exposed surgical field.

Before Kona could feel much pain, Anthony had finished peeling away the muscle layer, exposing Kona's kidneys to the air.

"There is no disease, a very healthy kidney, but unfortunately it is not yours." Anthony said with some regret, and took out an incubator from behind: "But I'm sure, someone will need it."

Ok?
Kona saw that the other party took a kidney from his body like chopping melons and vegetables. Before he could let go of his contempt for the residents of the shelter, the other party asked questions again.

"Where are you from?" Anthony directly skipped the first question. He was actually not interested in the other person's name at all.

Kona only hesitated for a second between maintaining the image of a tough guy and losing another piece of shit. He swore that he really only hesitated for a second, but he still lost an eye immediately. The speed of the old guy's action too fast!
"What do you want to know! I've said it all!" Kona convinced, and now he began to feel that maybe the environment in the refuge was not much better than in the mine, otherwise it would not be able to explain why the other party was able to strike so quickly.
(End of this chapter)