Siheyuan: Why is my crossing so ugly?

In Madras, it started to drizzle after nightfall, and the sea breeze from the east became stronger and stronger, and it was very cold.

However, the long queue in the west of the city still stretched as far as the eye could see, and countless citizens were still leaving the city in the rain.

In one day, nearly 200 million people have left Madras. Now there are only a few hundred thousand people left in the city, most of whom are gathered in the west of the city, making it empty.

Citizens who left the city, those who were powerful, wealthy and well-connected, naturally had no worries about where to go, and some were even picked up as soon as they left the city.

There were more ordinary people, carrying their few belongings and luggage, and walking westward along the road in a daze, with their families.

As for the resettlement and relief provided by the Indian government, well, that's overthinking. They showed they had a change of heart by not setting up checkpoints and collecting fees along the way.

There are also many poor people at the bottom of the society who have no savings and nowhere to go, so they can only squat in the wilderness far away from the urban area.

These families huddled together, holding up their clothes or bedding to keep out the rain, shivering like homeless stray dogs.

But even so, no one is willing to stay in the city. They just want to escape from their home, which has already turned into a nightmare, as soon as possible.

This is also human nature. More than 100,000 people died in the city. There were corpses everywhere, broken limbs, and even internal organs could be seen everywhere.

The smell of blood mixed with various stench and the pungent smoke made people want to vomit.

The whole city is like purgatory, who would dare to stay here any longer?
In addition, after it became completely dark, those thugs and scum who could not leave the city and knew that they did not have much time left began to jump around again.

They are having their last revelry.

Miss Hu's iron-blooded suppression strategy made them realize one thing: they were doomed to die, and even if they managed to rob the money, they would not be able to live to spend it.

Therefore, they no longer plundered property, but instead engaged in almost frantic destruction, smashing and killing anyone they saw, setting fires everywhere, attempting to destroy everything intact that came into their sight.

It is not difficult to foresee that after experiencing this tragic disaster, the originally prosperous Xiangcheng will inevitably be devastated and it will take a very long time to recover.

"Brother-in-law, I'm here to take your shift. Go take a break."

Near midnight, Hu San came over wearing a raincoat and knocked on the side panel of the armored vehicle.

Du Weiguo also possesses telepathic abilities and can sense magnetic fields, but his range is much closer than Hu San's, but it lasts longer.

Since his return, three people have been taking turns to do the screening. Everyone feels a lot more relaxed and the progress has been greatly accelerated.

The screening plan for leaving the city formulated by Miss Hu was very safe, and Du Weiguo did not interfere, and everything was carried out as it was.

But he knew in his heart that whether it was Masar, the leeches, or those half-human, half-ghost Viper cultists, they had not attacked again until now, and most likely they had escaped.

Although these beasts are hateful, they all have real abilities.

How could an ordinary person and ordinary means possibly defend against it? I'm afraid that even if he walked right under our noses, no one would notice him.

Even if Miss Hu brought the evil spirits to take charge personally, it would be of no use.

Madras is a huge city with a population of several million and an area of ​​nearly 10,000 square kilometers. It has mountains, rivers and is close to the sea. How could it be so tightly fenced?

"Third brother, thank you for your hard work."

Du Weiguo lit a cigarette for Hu San, then picked up a large military backpack beside him and slung two drum-loaded AKMs over his shoulders.

"Eh? Brother-in-law, where are you going?"

Seeing Du Weiguo carrying a gun and walking towards the city, Hu San hurriedly trotted after him.

"Oh, Third Brother, I'm not tired yet. While you're taking over my shift, I plan to go into the city and kill those annoying bugs."

The annoying bugs he mentioned were naturally those city foxes and rats who took advantage of the situation to rob.

This kind of scum is particularly hateful. They only want to create chaos in the world, and there has been no shortage of them since ancient times. They usually do low-class things, such as cheating, deceiving, and stealing.

Whenever there is a natural disaster or man-made disaster, they will always jump up and down and take the opportunity to cause chaos. Sometimes, the damage they cause is even greater than that caused by the disaster itself.

This kind of people still exist in later generations, but they are just wearing a legal cloak and making money crazily, such as a certain box.

Upon hearing this, Hu San frowned immediately:

"You go into the city by yourself? What if you run into those beasts from the Kui Cult?"

"Will not."

Du Weiguo shook his head and pointed to a long queue not far away that had stopped moving while waiting for them to take over their shifts.

"Third brother, it's already this bad. There aren't many people left in the city. The entire west side of the city is now under Shota's eyes. The situation is hopeless. These beasts should have run away long ago."

At this time, crows were perched on almost all the roofs in the west of the city, monitoring every corner.

As long as there is any movement, Shota will definitely be able to discover it first.

The ability of the Viper Cult does not lie in their martial arts, nor in single combat. The methods of these beasts all rely on taking human lives.

Whether it is a "corpse" or a "dog man", or even a "god", they all need human beings as mediums or sacrifices, and they must be living people.

In a sense, these beasts of the Vi Cult are more like a group of alternative and evil puppet masters who control people with cruel and strange means.

However, the city of Madras was now almost empty, and the remaining ordinary citizens were gathered in the western part of the city, within the sight of the crows.

The Vi Sect had no one to rely on, so naturally it had no other means.

Hu San's reaction was not slow. He figured it out immediately and became a little excited.

"Then why are we still foolishly sifting through chicken feathers here? Come on, come on, I'll go into the city with you. I've been putting up with these bastards for a long time!"

"Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be prepared for the worst! What if there are really some members of the Kui Cult who have escaped the net and mixed in with the crowd to leave the city?"

In the night rain, Miss Hu walked towards us quickly, with her long hair tied up.

After Du Weiguo's return, she also felt more confident. She had just slept for a while and now she was in much better condition. Although her face was still a little pale, her eyes had regained their former liveliness.

"That's right. Lao Wu, you keep an eye on it for a while. My brother-in-law and I will go into the city. Don't worry, we'll just take care of some chores. It will be quick."

Hu San has an active personality and prefers to be active rather than quiet. Screening is a boring, tedious and stressful job, so he has long wanted to give up doing it.

"No!" Miss Hu rejected his proposal without hesitation:
"The situation in the city is unclear right now. The remnants of the Hu Cult may still be hiding inside. Hu Laosan, your two tricks are not enough. You stay here. I will go into the city with Du Da."

"What? I'm not good enough!"

Upon hearing this, Hu San was like a cat whose tail was stepped on, and his fur instantly exploded:

"In one day and one night, I killed more than a thousand "dog men". Hu Laowu, now you say I can't do it? Only you can do it, you are exhausted like a dead dog."

Damn it, this is too much bullying, this is intolerable. Once Du Weiguo came, he turned from the third brother into Hu Lao San.

A dangerous light flashed in Miss Hu's eyes: "Hu Laosan, am I wrong? You are~~"

"Hu Da!" Du Weiguo suddenly interrupted her:

"Let Third Brother come with me into the city this time."

At this time, all the Japanese guys who were resting, except Shota who was still on guard, came over after hearing the noise.

Du Weiguo called the generals and said, "Yuan Ying, Shen Wu, and Shen Le will also come with me into the city."

"Third brother's spear skills are strong, and Yuan Ying is not bad either. They are more than capable of dealing with those bastards. Shenwu and Kagura have special abilities. If they cooperate with me, they will be able to deal with any situation."

As he was speaking, Du Weiguo had already walked up to Miss Hu:
"Of course, with you bringing Shota and Chiye to support us from the outside, it will be absolutely foolproof."

It must be said that Du Weiguo's grandson's leadership ability has greatly improved. He praised everyone by name in all aspects, without missing a single one.

Sure enough, after hearing his arrangements, everyone showed a look of satisfaction.

Especially Hu San and Yuan Ying, who were mentioned prominently, had rosy faces, puffed out chests, and looked extremely arrogant.

Only Miss Hu was dissatisfied. Although she did not object in public, which saved Du Weiguo's face, her expression was not very good and her eyes were cold.

Du Weiguo put his arm around her shoulders and said in a low voice:
"Hu Da, Third Brother is a man of honor, so just let him go."

"But~" Miss Hu still had some concerns.

"Hu Da, I know what you're worried about, but judging by the current situation, Masar, Leech, and the Viper Cult's group of beasts should have escaped.

I really feel bad for you for being so tired before. Don't go this time. Just rest outside and help me with the raid."

Du Weiguo's voice was very gentle, and while speaking, he put his hand on the big fox's slender waist and gently stroked it. This was an intimate action unique to the two of them.

Miss Hu's complexion became visibly better, her eyes softened, and she even became more charming.

Women are all coaxed into submission, so Du Weiguo struck while the iron was hot:
"Hu Da, everyone has been holding back a lot of anger lately. Let's go into the city and kill a few bastards to let out the anger. That's a good thing."

"Tsk~ That sounds really nice. I think you're the one who wants to vent the most. If you want to go, go ahead. Who can stop you, Mr. Du?"

Miss Hu rolled her eyes at him and sneered in annoyance, but it sounded more like the coquettish complaints of a young wife.

Du Weiguo knew that she would not stop him, so he turned around and shouted to Hu San and the others:
"Our boss Hu has spoken, Third Brother, Yuan Ying, Shen Wu, and Shen Le!"

"Pick up the knives, bring all the long and short shotguns, and we will go into the big walled city immediately to kill these bastards!"

My goodness, Du Weiguo spoke authentic Chundian (gangster jargon), which made Hu San's blood boil:

"Hahahaha, when we get into the big enclosure later, I'll fire the first shot!" "Humph, you're showing off again, you idiot who can't even hold two ounces of sesame oil in your stomach."

Miss Hu glared at Hu San and said this, but a smile appeared in her eyes.

Madras is a coastal city with a long coastline of hundreds of kilometers. The main urban area is also more than 30 kilometers long, all in the east of the city.

The northern section is full of fishing villages, with small fishing boats parked on the sea, and the middle section is the cargo and passenger terminal.

The southernmost ten kilometers are surrounded by mountains and the sea and are the wealthy area of ​​the city. Many beautiful single-family villas have been built along the coastal road.

Most of them are European style, and there are swaying French large-leaf sycamores planted on both sides of the road, which looks clean, tidy and quiet.

At first glance, it seems like you have arrived in a small coastal town in Europe.

But now, this place has become the area with the highest concentration of thugs. It is full of chaos and chaos, and hatred towards the rich is normal.

They wantonly smashed down the door, broke into the villa, smashed everything in their sight, urinated and defecated everywhere, and set fires everywhere.

At this moment, in the middle of Binhai Road, in a beige three-story villa.

A dozen naked thugs with charcoal-black skin and bloodshot eyes were roaring and dragging out two women hiding in the basement.

The two women were one big and one small. The older one was in her thirties and the younger one was at most fourteen or fifteen years old. Judging from their looks, they should be a mother and daughter.

Their clothes were gorgeous and appropriate, their skin was fair and delicate, and they were obviously of high caste, and they were either rich or noble.

There were men lying prone in the courtyard and living room of the villa, some big and some small, but there were large pools of dark red blood under their bodies, and it was obvious that they had been killed.

The facts are clear. This group of thugs broke into the villa, killed the male owner who had not yet left the city, and all the men in the family, and now they have found the female owner and her daughter.

In today's India, the caste system is still very strict and as solid as an insurmountable natural barrier.

Under normal social order, a group of Dalits like them would not be qualified to approach such a magnificent villa, and even servants and workers would not employ them.

What is Dalit? Untouchables, the lowest class of the five castes in the Indian caste system.

In the eyes of the upper castes, they may be dirtier than shit.

Those who could live in such houses were at least second-class Kshatriyas, or possibly even first-class Brahmins, and their servants were often Vaisyas, and at the very least Shudras.

However, the harsher the pressure, the stronger the hatred between classes becomes. It’s just that it is usually hidden deep in the heart and has no outlet.

Now that a plague has broken out in the city, social order has collapsed in an instant and is no longer in existence. The volcanic hatred that these peasants have accumulated has suddenly erupted.

Especially Miss Hu's iron-blooded method of sealing off the city made them collapse and drove them completely crazy.

"Hiss~"

My mother had a plump figure, and the sari made of precious silk she was wearing was torn in the process of being torn, revealing a large area of ​​snow-white skin.

"Hehehe~"

The thugs immediately laughed knowingly, and their dark and dirty hands reached out to grab the woman tacitly.

"Ouch!"

One of the thugs suddenly cried out in pain as he was hit hard on the head from behind. The others were also stunned.

"It's not your turn yet, get the hell out of here!"

A bearded man with a lame left leg used a scabbarded Seshil knife as a crutch and pushed through the crowd to get in front of the woman.

"Hahaha, Parisa, you bitch, cousin, I told you that sooner or later, I will make you kneel in front of us and beg me to fuck you!"

The lame man laughed wildly and stabbed the woman named Parisa with the scabbard of his knife.

It is obvious that he is the leader of this group of thugs and also the whitest one. He looks like a Shudra or possibly a Vaishya.

"Kul, Vishnu will definitely punish you!"

Parisa covered her torn sari, protected her daughter tightly behind her, and angrily cursed the lame man named Kul.

"Ha! Vishnu, Brahma! Only you rich people who have gained enough benefits will believe in these shitty gods.

Parisa, if there really is a God in this world, how could he allow a vicious bitch like you to wear gold and silver and live such a good life? "

These two people are obviously old acquaintances, and may even have a secret past that is unknown to the public.

But now, one has married a nobleman, and the other has become a crippled person of the lowest class, their statuses are completely different.

If there hadn't been this sudden disaster, perhaps they would never have met again, let alone the current situation.

"Kul, I am a Kshatriya, born to live a good life. It was just your wishful thinking before."

It is not difficult to see that this woman, Parisa, has no brains and seems to be a firm believer in the caste system. Even at this critical juncture, she is still stirring up hatred and angering Kul.

"Hahaha! Wishful thinking!"

Kul's laughter became more and more crazy, his expression was as ferocious as a ghost, and his eyes were full of hatred that was so thick that it could not be dissolved.

"You shitty Kshatriyas are nothing but running dogs of those white pigs. Licking the toes of white pigs, what is so noble about you?

You greedy, dirty parasites, you just want to ride on our heads for generations, right?"

As he was cursing, Kul suddenly caught a glimpse of the little girl behind Parisa, whose skin was even whiter and more delicate, and who was very charming. A hint of cruelty suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"Alright! I'll kill the bastard you gave birth to first! Kill this little Kshatriya."

He roared and drew out his sharp long sword.

"No!" Parisa no longer cared about revealing her beauty, she stood up suddenly and pounced on Kul.

"boom!"

Although Kul had a limp in one leg, he was very agile and strong. He raised his foot and kicked her several meters away.

"Don't worry, bitch. I'm going to fuck you hard later!"

After saying that, he grasped the long knife, gathered all his strength, and stabbed at the frightened little girl who was sitting on the ground.

"puff!"

When Kul looked at his left temple facing the window, he suddenly felt a black hole the size of a finger, and at his right temple, a bloody hole the size of a bowl appeared.

His ferocious eyes froze in an instant, and he fell to the ground without a sound.

"Puff puff puff~~"

Without waiting for the other confused thugs to react, the torrential rain of bullets was like the scythe of the god of death, shooting them in the head one by one.

The worst-off guy was the one whose head was hit by three 3×7.62mm steel-core bullets at the same time, and it exploded like a rotten tomato.

At this time, a row of people were squatting on the wall of the villa. They were of course the evil spirits led by Du Weiguo.

"Crack!"

Hu San quickly changed the magazine, but his brows were tightly furrowed and his expression looked a little strange.

Glancing at the mother and daughter who had survived the disaster and were hugging and crying in the villa, his voice was a little weak:

"Brother-in-law, are we doing good or evil now? We are clearly saving people, so why do I feel like I am helping the evil?"

Before Du Weiguo could speak, Yuan Ying responded confidently:

"Of course it's a good deed. We just saved two defenseless women from thugs."

"Sakura, what do you know?"

Hu San rolled his eyes and scolded unceremoniously:
"It's not that anyone who doesn't have a knife or a gun, who is pitiful, is a good person. That woman is from a high caste, an exploiting class, and she probably does a lot of bad things.

And judging from the conversation between them just now, she is still a fickle person who will abandon her after having sex with her."

"You can't do that to a little girl! She didn't do anything wrong."

Because Hu San and Yuan Ying were talking in Japanese, Kagura spoke very rarely, and what was even rarer was that she actually stood on Yuan Ying's side.

Kagura is a man of few words, sometimes not saying a word for a whole day, like a mute.

So as soon as she opened her mouth, not only Hu San, but even Du Weiguo looked at her curiously.

Facing Du Weiguo's gaze, Kagura seemed a little embarrassed, but still said:

"Sir, I don't understand caste or anything like that, but, that little girl is innocent after all."

At this time, Parisa, who had regained some composure, was standing at the window with her daughter, looking out nervously. She wanted to see who had saved them.

Of course, this woman had no intention of repaying the favor, she just wanted to try and see if there was any hope of getting out of the city.

"The upper castes are not good people, but these thugs don't deserve mercy either. They took advantage of the situation and deserve to be killed! Let's go!"

Patting Hu San on the shoulder, Du Weiguo set the tone with one sentence, then turned around and jumped off the wall. (End of this chapter)