The World is Sick

The four groups of people who were originally thinking about each other got along very well because of this chance encounter, talking and laughing all the way, and walked to the safe zone.

At night, in order to relax their depressed nerves and ease the pain of the death of their teammates, the group of soldiers who survived the catastrophe simply moved all the remaining drinks to the open space, inviting everyone to drink to their heart's content.

As a result, there was joy in the camp. During the frequent clinking of glasses, some high-spirited natives even took the initiative to pull several young men from the army to sing and dance in the open space.

Mark, an old soldier, happily smoked a cigar, and went to Colonel Packard's side to chat about some domestic affairs, and inquired about the changes in the outside world by the way.

"I'm sorry, sir, we have a mission to land on Skull Island this time."

Packard, who was born in the military, naturally respects and regrets the miserably suffered seniors, but he has to tell Mark that they are not here to rescue them this time.

Therefore, even if Mark is eager to return, he can only postpone the trip according to the team's arrangement.

However, being able to live to this age and being able to mingle with the aborigines is enough to prove that Mark is a human being.

The old man was quite open-minded. After waving his hand, he neither asked about the purpose of Colonel Packard's group's actions, nor showed much interest in what happened to the three troops.

On the contrary, as an experienced person, Mark explained the customs and habits of the local aborigines, and at the same time talked about how to survive on Skull Island.

"I think the one on the left is good, you can try to invite that girl to dance, after that..."

The old soldier pointed to one of the indigenous women who was more in line with Western aesthetics, showing an expression that men could understand.

Living on the Skull Island where dangerous creatures are everywhere, the lifespan of the natives is basically not very high, so under the habit of living in groups, certain concepts are naturally quite open.

Even Mark himself slept almost one-third of the young women in the village when he was young.

However, Packard, who has reached middle age, spends more time mourning for his sacrificed subordinates, and begins to plan how to complete the tasks assigned by his superiors with the least loss.

Different from the group of ordinary people who used the carnival to paralyze themselves, these extraordinary people stayed away from the noise and formed their own circle.

Outside the walled city, King Kong, more than [-] meters tall, was inconvenient to get in and out. After enjoying the cooked skeleton lizards baked by the natives, he fell into a deep sleep over a forest.

In a big house that has been cleaned up, Gilhera and Kou Kou, two superficial best friends, are stepping on stools, competing secretly through drinking.

But Kou Kou, who is of average physical fitness, was quickly defeated. After being drunk, the Queen of Arms used "indiscriminate fighting skills", punching the air with a left punch and a right kick.

"Smelly... Jill! Lose once... you will die!"

"Back then, when you first entered the game, it wasn't my confidant elder sister who led you the way."

"How dare you make a deal with me? Don't forget how many kickbacks you took from me when you changed the equipment for your [Desolate Snake] to get this pair of Destiny Roses."

"Conscience! Let me touch it! I'll beat you to the ground before I talk!"

Gilhera, who was exposed on the spot, twitched the corners of her mouth.

Seeing this, Kevin hurriedly stepped forward to stop Kou Kou who was about to claw at Gilhera's "conscience".

The wild snake lady looked slightly nervous, but finally sat down quietly, acquiesced to Kevin's actions, and gave up her only valuable hole card.

What a little fox who knows everything about it!Gilhera drank down a can of beer, rolled her eyes and cursed.

However, when she saw the green-haired Holy Grail sitting next to her pickily picking up vegetables, she naturally understood that from now on, the guards on both sides would be completely lowered.

However, Kevin evened out the Miss Desolate Snake, but he didn't expect Kou Kou to target him inadvertently.

"Damn brat! Raise the price every time you sell something, it's too smart, but it's not cute at all!"

"And this time, I lost a lot, how can I compensate me?"

With a dry smile, the boy picked up the chattering Kou Kou and pushed her into the bedroom.

Without an opponent, Gilhera simply found Mira, who had met once before, and continued to fight for wine, killing the long night.

That kid seems to be called "Kevin"?Surname "Heikemedia"?Pity.

What's the pity?Strange how I could have such thoughts about a child.

Mira looked at the back of the pair of "siblings" going away, feeling a little inexplicable expectation and loss in her heart, and her thoughts were filled with imperceptible thoughts.

In the bedroom, Kevin had just helped the drunk and unscrupulous businessman onto the bed, but the woman pressed the boy under her backhand, pinching that cute and handsome face with drunken eyes.

"How do you pay for what you owe me?"

"Hee hee, how about buying you back from your sister Ling?"

"The body is soft, the skin is cool, and it has the same name as my idol. It must be very comfortable to hug."

This profiteer with extremely poor wine quality actually exposed his habit of being too controlling, and rubbed Kevin's cheeks like a moron, leaving patches of hotness.

"Sleep well when you're drunk!"

Kevin stood up, his voice low and hoarse.

"Hot...can't sleep...you coax me!"

But the usually shrewd Queen of Arms was acting childishly at this moment, even tearing off the few clothes on her body while making noise.

Obviously, if this continues, no one is watching, who knows if this woman will go out naked at night.

Leave me alone, I'm still a child!Kevin closed his eyes in pain, then closed the door.

Well, from the inside.

ps: Thank you for the reader Jiangshi Xuhua's blade reminder

Chapter 452 Chapter [-] The foundation will never retreat!

Skull Island, Badlands.

The corpses of the two skeleton lizards left in the original place attracted many small and medium-sized animals to have a meal here due to the smell of blood.

However, in the deep and dark cave behind them, pairs of yellow snake-like vertical pupils blinked eerily.

Immediately, a group of huge and dense shadows quietly surrounded them, and the beasts realized that they were being targeted by these greedy predators, but it was too late.

With the waving of sharp claws, the animals gathered here were quickly slaughtered with wailing.The prey and the uncorrupted limbs of its kind were dragged into the cave by the skeletal reptiles that surged to the surface.

The barren land, like bones gnawed clean by hyenas, is full of the smell of death.

At the same time, a ferry took advantage of the thick sea fog to pass through the storm area and docked on the left side of the cliff of Skull Island.

When the landing cabin opened, a group of militants wearing gas masks, standard black combat uniforms, and weird red triangle epaulettes on their right arms came out from both sides and were responsible for the surrounding security.

Immediately afterwards, a group of sacrificial figures in black robes and hoods walked ashore solemnly, holding black books, astrolabes, charts, etc. in their arms.

But as soon as they landed on the island, the purple-black mist quietly poured into their bodies under the cover of the night.

Immediately, this group of mysterious people in black sacrificial clothes became excited, their bodies trembling, they knelt down and lay down on the ground, madly kissing the land here.

Under the cold halo of the yellow moon, their limbs seemed to swell to varying degrees.

Until the mask of one of the priests was pushed away by a strange force, several octopus-like tentacles protruded from both sides of his cheeks, and kept wriggling.

"Our lord of the seas, hallowed be your name, may your kingdom come, may your will be done in this silent land!"

"Although the stars have not returned to their place, the seal has been lifted, and this world needs a new master..."

Amidst the hoarse and weird voice, the leading priest bowed his head, his posture was crazy, and the yellowish snake pupils were full of excitement.

Afterwards, the two slender fingers of his left hand, which were like dead branches, held a few pieces of incomplete parchment and held them up high. The slippery and wriggling voice in his mind kept urging him to move closer to the great will.

Human beings, how humble!How small!

Their civilization originated on land, and the great starry sky and deep sea are the true cradles of immortality.

What Jesus Christ, what Buddha Allah, all are false gods!

They are too shallow!So ignorant!

Our darling, who is fortunate enough to see a glimpse of the truth of the world in our dreams, does not recognize him as the same kind!I even disdain to be with it!

"There, I felt the call of the Lord..."

The leading priest pointed to the barren land surrounded by vast mountains, and gave orders hoarsely.

A group of militants with strange red triangular epaulets mechanically stepped forward to open the way, and the occasionally exposed wrist skin showed a color similar to lizard scales.

In a certain underground research institution, under the flickering lights, the scene in front of me is chilling.

The pervasive smell of hydrochloric acid, cracked walls, blood stains all over the floor, severed human limbs, shredded explosion-proof shields, and various guns and weapons together constitute the graffiti of hell.

"This is Block D, SCP-682 has breached containment, please help! Please... poof!"

The tragic sound of flesh being torn apart came from the walkie-talkie, becoming the reverberation of the man before he died.

Another one died? Area D should be completely wiped out, right?

Andre, who was curled up in the ventilation duct, calmly turned off the walkie-talkie, but the last sound, which sounded like a beast chewing food, made him a little annoyed.

Tch, humans are not food...

682 That son of a bitch, came out for a walk again, next time I catch it back, I will definitely stuff the hydrochloric acid injection tube into its asshole!

Immediately, Andre touched the identification code on the back of his head, and when he missed the life in prison, he kicked the shivering rookie in the corner in confusion.

And that tall, burly Italian gangster with tattoos all over his skin, his teeth chattered constantly, and he couldn't even hold his gun steady.

"What the hell is that...?"

"Rookie, you're lucky. You just finished training and were assigned here. Then there was a containment breach. Go out and buy a lottery ticket. You're sure to win."

"Well, welcome to hell!"

Andre held the shotgun tightly, his tone half teasing and half helpless.

"This is the last one! They're all dead! Why don't we escape?"

"I still need a sum of money outside, as long as I can go out..."

The newcomer rested his trembling hands on Andre's shoulders, his expression twisted in panic, and he asked eagerly.

"Enough! Remember, no matter when, the Foundation will never retreat! Your life has been bought, and this is the purpose that must be followed!"

"Besides, behind us... are all human beings!"

Andre slapped the newcomer casually, and snorted coldly.

Perhaps, the meaning of this sentence is still a bit difficult for a newcomer to understand, but he who has experienced the second collapse and dug potatoes in the Siberian prison understands...

No matter how fucked up this world is, someone has to carry the burden forward...

For example, the beam of fire that clears the wind and snow...