Throne of Shadows

The desert, the yellow sand, the whistling wind blows the sand and rolls, piece by piece, without end.

In the shadow of dilapidated walls, a group of women wept.The black woman clutched her stomach and leaned against the wall, her pale cheeks were bloodless: "Don't cry, people will die one day, I just died earlier."

"Miss..."

The eyelids were getting heavier, the body was getting colder, the throat was dry and itchy, and the black woman pressed hard on her abdomen.

The blood surged, and the pain increased. The black woman gasped heavily, and smiled with difficulty: "I can't do it, and our town can't stay. You follow Laura to find a place to live. Remember , don't trust human beings, let alone... don't enter... enter... the city."

The angry eyes were full of warnings, showing unwillingness. The departure of black women made a group of women lose their backbone.

what to do?The eldest sister is gone, what shall we do?

The women looked at the dead body of the black woman, looked into her lifeless eyes, and knew nothing but crying.

The white woman who had been squatting next to the black woman lightly touched her eyes, turned her head to wipe away her tears, and ordered in a crying voice: "Everyone pack up and leave immediately, we don't have much time."

The sudden sound stunned the crying women, and then they were startled again. Among them, the black woman with braided braids!He spit out: "Laura, just after the eldest sister died, you are going to take over the team? Don't forget, the eldest sister is black."

Black person?white people?

The natural clear complexion caused the remaining group of women to quickly divide into two groups, and the confrontation unfolded imperceptibly. Twist braids stared at Laura disdainfully: "Don't think that being able to drive is a big deal, we usually rush ahead."

To keep the driver safe, the black woman kept Laura out of combat while she was alive.This kind of preferential treatment did not cause much conflict when the black woman was present, but now the black woman is dead.

Laura looked at the braids in confusion, and really couldn't figure out why she had to have conflicts at this time.And it is the racial conflict that the eldest sister has always avoided.

Blacks are born with good stamina and explosive power, and they are destined to be more brave in battle.Whites are worse, but appear calmer when it comes to ranged attacks.

However, precisely because of such obvious differences, the two groups of people buried conflicts.And this contradiction broke out completely with the death of a highly prestigious black woman.

As a white representative, Laura's character is too weak, and such a character is really not suitable for being a leader.This is not the case for Twist Braid, who has been fighting on the front line for a long time. She has saved many lives, and the prestige established between life and death is enough for her to stand up to the banner after the death of black women.

It's just that she doesn't think about it?Without Laura's driving skills, without Laura's teaching, who else can drive now, who can drive?

Laura wasn't afraid of death, nor was she always trying to take the driver's seat.But among them, there is indeed no one who can compare to her.Laura's talent determines her grades and determines her position.

jealous?It doesn't make any sense.However, it can sow the seeds of disaster.

No one would have thought that Laura pulled them out of the line of life and death several times, let alone how desperately Laura sat in the cab when they were resting.

They are fighting on the front line, and they only need to be responsible to themselves and their companions.But Laura, who drives, carries everyone's life on her shoulders.One is bad, the car crashes and people die.

Has anyone thought about it?No.

They only saw Laura's fun side.No need to go to the front line, just the occasional shot in a tough fight.Usually you just need to sit back and enjoy the benefits, wait for them to come back after working hard, and then eat the best part with a smile.

Why?Just because you can drive?

Unbelief, dissatisfaction, resentment, and all kinds of eyes, Laura suddenly felt that she was so lonely.

I regret it, I regret that I didn't leave at the beginning.

Why are they doing this to themselves?Why?why is that?

No one could answer Laura's inner yell, not even a white man of the same complexion.They just stood silently watching.

Laura got up.She didn't go to see the braids, nor did she go to see the group of white people, let alone the group of black people.Lonely and sad, he took out two short knives and dug a hole with a rustle.

The sand was easy to dig, and Laura was quick.

Tears dripped and scattered in a blink of an eye, and the sky was as bright as fire.Laura buried the black woman in the pit and dusted it gently.When the last touch of fine sand buried her cheeks, Laura stood up: "Two cars, I will drive one away. According to the request of the eldest sister, those who are willing to go with me can get in the car, and those who don't want to go can follow her."

After talking and walking, looking at Laura who passed by silently, her braided braids blocked the way with two steps: "The car is shared by everyone, you can leave if you want, the car stays."

Looking sarcastically at the white woman in front of her, she tilted her braided head and smiled grinningly, her little braid dancing like a snake.

Laura shot without warning, two arcs of light flashed, the twisted braid turned into a bald head, and the broken braids were scattered all over the ground.

"Step aside."

With the dagger back in its sheath, they strode forward. Several Caucasian women looked at each other and followed.After a while, only a group of black people stood still in place.

"Shadi, just let them go like this?" The black woman holding a pair of basketballs looked at the group of people leaving unwillingly.

The bald braid touched the bald gourd viciously: "Of course not."

The dry wind whipped up the sand, which swirled and floated into the distance, one piece after another, and the entire sandy ground was covered with dust half a foot high.

Laura drove with a bitter taste in her mouth.She was the only one in the cab, what did the women behind her say?She doesn't want to hear it, it doesn't make sense.Her character is not suitable to be a leader, and she has never rushed to the front line to fight.But that doesn't mean she has no strength.On the contrary, her strength is high, higher than that of black women.This is also the main reason why the fan of the black woman gave her the position before she died, and not the braid.

Twisted Braid is a strong player, he is good at making decisions before a battle, and is good at instant outbreaks.But she is too impulsive. As a leader, impulsiveness can only lead the team to perdition.Laura is weak in character, but she has a good head.Black women have always regarded her as a think tank, calling the taller out of the short, and Laura's superiority is actually a kind of coercion.

The steering wheel turned wildly, and several light spots appeared on the radar.800 years ago, the radar range could cover the entire planet as long as it wanted to, but now it can't go beyond five kilometers.

The geomagnetic disaster brought about by the war and the interference storm left by the Zerg made the remaining radars lose their original effectiveness.Laura looked at the screen carefully, then turned the steering wheel again, her fingers flicked like phantoms, with a crisp sound, and the hover car dragged a circular arc on the sandy ground.

"My friend, I hope I can see you again before I die, just once."

Above the white clouds, Begobird, who was accelerating crazily, thumped in his heart: "Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up!"