The man kept roaring and cursing with the dirtiest and vicious words. Feisha took people away, and the group of wild dogs followed him gnawed the man so that he didn't even have bones left. Since then, women have become Feisha's personal toys.

For some reason, a very bad idea suddenly appeared in the woman's mind. She looked at Feisha with a steady state, and her black and long eyelashes were trembling slightly. Her body and beautiful face were the targets that all men liked. But now, she was not sure that she could ensure her safety.

A woman’s intuition is born. Without any evidence, a woman feels she is very dangerous. However, the source is that she has been fucked by herself for several months and was killed by her carefully served from head to toe.

Silently sucked a cigarette, Feisha took out his pistol and pointed it at the woman's forehead.

The woman felt instinctively frightened. She straightened her body, fully exposed her most seductive body part in front of Feishou, and asked in a trembling voice: "Why?"

She has a strong ability to learn Chinese. In addition, there are masters, slaves, obedience, etc., which have become the most fixed thinking deep in women's brains.

Women really don’t understand why Feisha did this?

She never had any dissatisfaction with this man, and no matter what request, she would satisfy him. In order to get Feisha's favor, she even used her tongue to clean every corner of her body, even the dirtiest and smelly anus. Even the murdered husband had never enjoyed this kind of treatment. Although the guy was the leader of a gangster, he cared for him meticulously. In front of him, women were always queens. But in front of Feisha, women completely became slaves.

The most obedient slave should be rewarded. After following Feikong for so long, the woman knew that there was a mysterious potion that could change her identity. If she got it, she could gain the recognition of these murderous devils from neighboring countries and become part of them.

In order to achieve the goal, women have long given up their so-called dignity.

The strong fear of death made the woman raise her head and take the initiative to meet Feisha's gaze. She knew that beauty was her best weapon, and the woman did see the same scene from Feisha's clear pupils. However, Feisha's eyes had no mercy, only a cold and resoluteness.

"Why?"

The woman wanted to scream, and wanted to hug Feisha's thigh and cry and beg. She knew that doing so would only backfire. Feisha hated women screaming. She had seen this man shoot up thousands of women with machine guns for similar reasons. Therefore, even when it was most painful to be ravaged on the bed, the woman would only send out a gentle "shenyin". It was as if now, if you want to get the real answer from Feisha, you can only whisper in a gentle voice.

"You're pregnant."

Feisha's explanation is very simple and very clear. Regardless of whether the woman can understand Chinese or not, he just slowly said what he wanted to express: "My bloodline is different from yours. Although I used to be a lowly killer, I must ensure the purity of bloodline in the matter of descendants."

The woman felt dizzy in her mind and couldn't help but chill. A bone-broken cold that seemed to jump from hell instantly penetrated her entire body.

Feisha looked at the woman calmly: "You are very smart, I can guess your thoughts more or less. Yes, you have no ill intentions, you just want to live. But you forgot what I said to you from the first day of meeting."

The woman's brain rotated rapidly. She quickly found the information that Feisha pointed to in the depths of her memory.

Yes, he did say it.

When he released the wild dog and ate his husband, Feisha said: "I don't like pregnant women."

"To be precise, you are not qualified to be pregnant with my son."

Fei Sha pulled the bolt with force and frowned slightly: "Actually, you have been doing well in the past. I will keep this relationship with you. I even considered that after a while, I will put you on the "Absolute Worker Bee" inspection list and inject you into the medicine at the right time. But you are so greedy and impatient. You didn't listen to me and gave up those contraceptive measures privately. You haven't had menstruation for two months. I know very well what that is. Only women with the same bloodline are qualified to give birth to a baby for me. Unfortunately, although you have satisfied me, you don't have the same genes as me."

Feisha spoke very slowly, so he tried his best to choose simple words that women could understand.

The woman's eyes suddenly bulged, and she shouted in great horror: "No! You can't do this! I, I, I, can listen to you and do whatever you need to do. I am your slave, and I will never betray you. You, you, you are my master."

"I believe you will do that."

Fei Sha's eyes were shaking with panicked images of the woman. He nodded faintly: "But I don't like self-righteous slaves, I really don't like it."

The woman roared in horror and despair in her throat. She had forgotten that Feisha didn't like to scream: "I swear I will never do this again."

Feishen's muzzle was not at all displaced: "I believe what you said, but I never give anyone a chance. Especially the aliens."

The woman had a clear understanding of the whole thing in her mind, but she was still unwilling to admit: "Strait... alien?"

Fei Sha showed a smile on his face: "Of course, I am Chinese, and you are Indian."

"But, but I'm pregnant with your child!"

Feisha was unmoved at all: "He has not been born yet. Even if you give birth to the child, I will throw him out and feed the wild dogs. You still don't seem to understand that this kind of thing cannot pose a threat to me. You and I are not the same kind of person, I just play with your body. Of course, if you have the same nationality as me in peacetime, even if Indian blood flows in your body, I will still propose to you."

The woman was begging hard at the top of her lungs: "Give me, give me a chance! A chance!"

Fei Sha's face was as cold as ice.

"Bang----"

After the deafening gunfire, everything calmed down.

...

The abandoned city in the United States is north of Los Angeles, about five kilometers away from Barstow.

This is a small town far away from the city, with a small scale, and the town's buildings are single-building houses and a spacious area. In peacetime, it is a luxurious community where only the wealthy class can buy and live.

After the outbreak of the virus, a large number of civilians in Los Angeles fled, and many people regarded this place as a new settlement. The blood that had dried up can be seen outside almost all houses. Only a small number of them belonged to zombies, and more of them belonged to the original residents. The foreign refugees who fled frantically rushed into the houses for food and had a melee broke out with the local residents. In front of tens of thousands of refugees, the town was completely submerged. There was no accurate number to show how many people were killed at that time, but one thing is certain - after the turmoil, all the people living in the town were outsiders.

Of course, the US side would not give up on megacities like Los Angeles. China's experience has given great inspiration to the Pentagon generals. They tried to launch a full-scale offensive against the abandoned city of Los Angeles, and achieved brilliant results from nearly 500,000 mutant creatures, and paid the price of more than 300,000 soldiers and armed personnel. Los Angeles City was ultimately in the hands of mutant creatures, and they may occupy there for a long time because the army was no longer able to launch a second offensive.

The US military defense line has shrunk to the Midwest. The National Guard and the militias of various states have been incorporated by the army. There are no police in the town, and even the residents later were killed by all the mutant creatures that rushed out of the city during the first counterattack. Now, here belongs to another group of strangers with mysterious identities.

Chen Haowen was tied to a pillar and glared at the man standing in front of him with his bloodshot eyes.

He has the same surname as himself. As for the name, it seems to be Chen Zetian.

This is a rather spacious basement, an attachment to a two-story building on the ground. Along the surrounding walls, there are several strip cabinets made of thick wooden boards, with tools such as pliers and wrenches scattered on them. A few meters away is a jack full of rust. The ground is full of traces of car tires running through, and large areas of oil that have turned black dirt. This almost completely enclosed environment is not very ventilation at all, but it is the best place for prisons.

In addition to Chen Zetian, there are two men and one woman in the basement. The light in the basement is dim, and most of their faces are blocked by shadows, and they can only barely see the blurred outlines. But even so, these people are extremely toned and enviable in terms of appearance and appearance.

"You damn liars! Robbers! Murderers!"

"I'm going to sue you. I'm an American citizen. The police will arrest you all one by one. The Marines will come back to save me. You can wait! Everyone here is going to die!"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Chen Haowen roared and screamed like crazy. This approach could not change the current situation at all. His hands were tied behind the pillar, his thumb was tied tightly with iron wire, and there were hard iron chains on his wrists. He gasped, his red eyes were as fierce as a hungry dog. However, the ferocity on his appearance could not have any effect on the person in front of him. Chen Haowen had more than a dozen obvious footprints on his body, and mottled blood marks were also oozing out of his shoulders and chest. It can be seen that he had already been fisted and kicked a lot before being locked up here.

There are many extremely subtle feelings between people. Just like two Chinese people speaking the same language meet at the Barcelona World Cup. After chatting, they find that they are from the same city and even live in a community together. They are the kind of people who look up and see each other. However, no one will feel special when they are in China. Only when they are basically the same skin color and eyes around them will they naturally develop an extremely precious sense of intimacy.

The same is true for Chen Haowen. Twenty-two is an age full of fantasy. After being arranged by his father to come to Los Angeles at the age of six, he gradually forgot his mother tongue and no longer has any memories of the country where he was born. His mother always told him: he must learn English as soon as possible and must truly become a part of this country. Because American citizens are the most noble race in the world, and can be valued and protected anywhere.

The father was ultimately unable to reunite with Chen Haowen and his son. It is said that he was caught by the police half an hour before boarding the plane. As the director of the Building Planning Bureau of a city in China, it is questionable that tens of millions of assets are already suspected. What is particularly indignant is that Chen Haowen and his mother took almost all the money. Of course, from the perspective of the father and husband, this should actually be regarded as a manifestation of caring for their relatives. But the problem is that those lines do not belong to this family, but to many ordinary people.

Although he obtained the status of an American citizen, Chen Haowen did not feel happy. From elementary school to high school, he was always the most unpopular in school and was always excluded from the communication circle. The white-skinned and blue-eyed friends never played with him, and the dark-skinned children always ravaged him back and forth as a sandbag. When the young Chen Haowen was beaten to the point of bruising and returned home, his mother was angry and went to argue with the other parents. The guy's father was a strong and stronger nigger than a bison. He yelled at his mother with alcohol and roared in a voice full of hatred: "Get back to China, don't come here to occupy our resources."

It is impossible to go back. It is equivalent to falling into a trap. Although Chen Haowen didn't understand what "succession" was at that time, he already understood the difference between rich people and poor people.

He has never passed the English test. No matter who talks with anyone, he can only stutter. His poor pronunciation and vague sentences make him always the target of ridicule among the crowd. Although many people expressed their kindness to Chen Haowen, they could not get real friendship. This troublesome situation has continued until now. Chen Haowen has no girlfriend, and no girl has ever been interested in him. Although he would go to the street to find a few "Jinvs" to come back to vent, the other party always laughed at his weird accent. Even after checking out, he would maliciously tell him: "Your "shenzhiqi" is really small, and I'm not happy at all. Next time you encounter this need, you should buy a piece of pork in the supermarket, drill a hole in the middle, and just come up and go up and solve the problem by just a few strokes."

The virus outbreak completely changed Chen Haowen's life trajectory. He escaped from Los Angeles with many refugees. In this small town, he saw the girl who almost suffocated him.

Her name is Song Xiaoye. She is a small and slender girl with fair skin and slender thighs. Her bright eyes flash with tempting light when she smiles. Most importantly, she, like Chen Haowen, has yellow skin of the same color.

Pursuing love is a process full of hardships and fun. Chen Haowen does not think that the first half of this sentence applies to him. He has inquired that Song Xiaoye is the kind of "smuggler" who has just come into exile from the country. Although it is a war period, many fixed thinking still remains unchanged. For example: many people think that Americans live better than Chinese people, and even third-class citizens are far more respectable than in China. Chen Haowen has this idea and naturally feels that he can be superior to Song Xiaoye.

He soon discovered that Song Xiaoye was not alone. The girl had many companions, with dozens or hundreds of them. What was particularly surprising was that these people were outstanding, both men and women, especially in terms of appearance, and they were simply beautiful and handsome. The unique and elegant temperament was probably inferior to those of higher-educated nobles. So much so that Chen Haowen often fell into silence, feeling that he obviously did not get the best genes from his mother tribe on the other side of the ocean.

The same skin color made Chen Haowen quickly integrate into this group of strangers. Perhaps because he felt that the difference between himself and Song Xiaoye was too big, Chen Haowen quickly turned his pursuit to another woman. He was very attentive and always carried various gadgets to please the opposite sex. Chen Haowen was used to the more casual way of making friends in the Americans, and always liked to actively contact the other party in public. Of course, this was actually just holding hands or hugging them casually. However, the other party's reaction was full of resistance and disgust. Gradually, his attitude became cold.

Chen Haowen didn't think it was his own problem. He always cursed Song Xiaoye and that woman when he was alone. He thought they were two old hats from China and did not understand American romance at all. What happened to holding hands? I don't have AIDS, and I'm not a perverted maniac. What's the point of being proud of for a group of stowaways without ID cards? I have a green card and are a citizen of the United States of America.
Chapter completed!