Random murders? That's an illness that needs treatment. (Extra 4)

"They've really gone too far! They even dare to impersonate the Reunion Movement!" Luo Chen said in the most joyful tone, uttering the harshest words.

"Where is he?!" Jiu asked impatiently.

" On Justice Second Street."

"Good heavens, the fat meat has been delivered right to my mouth. Today I'll show them what the price is for impersonating the Reunion Movement."

Jiu and Luo Chen exchanged a glance. Jiu then gestured with her hand to indicate six years.

Luo Chen shook his head and gestured the number nine with his hand, meaning ninety years.

Jiu thought Luo Chen meant nine years, and nodded directly.

Luo Chen pulled out a walkie-talkie from the drawer, and Jiu took out an Originium Sword from the cabinet.

The two of them didn't even glance at A Fa, and walked away as fast as the wind could carry them.

A Fa also gave up the idea of running away.

He felt that if he dared to leave without saying goodbye, he would be in the workshop next door tomorrow.

At the same time.

Justice Second Street.

"Young men, are you here to get some water? You look so dirty, it must have been a long time since you've had clean water. Come over here, you can go first."

"Come on, look at your armbands, you're from the Reunion Movement."

"Everyone in the Reunion Movement is a good person."

"Are you still hiring? I'd like to join the Reunion Movement too."

"Where am I? Am I still in Lungmen? Am I dead?"

At this moment, he and his companions were casually using the purifying water Skullshatterer near the water intake.

He was utterly confused.

There was nothing he could do; the enthusiasm of the people before him completely exceeded his expectations.

These are ordinary people who should be glaring angrily, their faces full of resentment, cursing them as the source of the scourge.

Now, everyone had smiles on their faces, as if they were warmly welcoming them.

Some people even kept raising their arms at him, though it was unclear what they meant.

The enthusiasm of those around him left him completely bewildered.

Just a few hours ago, Skullshatterer, disheartened with Lungmen, prepared to leave with his companions.

To dispel the last unrealistic Illusion of his companions.

Skullshatterer decided to go to District 17 first, and after encountering setbacks, they would leave without regrets.

But when they set foot on the land of District 17, they arrived at the legendary Justice Street.

Everything spiraled out of control.

Those who previously saw them were not violent in their response.

They are the ordinary people who avoid seeing them.

I didn't avoid them when I saw them today.

Instead, they took the initiative to approach them and chat, trying to get closer to them.

At first, Skullshatterer was very resistant to these people's attempts to chat and get close to him.

Having endured so many years of torture, he no longer trusted anyone who approached him without reason.

No.

To be precise, he doesn't trust any ordinary people.

His past experience told him that if an ordinary person accepts you, they will treat you well.

Then he must have some other scheme in mind.

Or we can try to calm you down first and wait for the military and police to arrive.

Or they might lure you in, then call in a bunch of thugs to beat you up.

These ordinary people have absolutely no sympathy for the Infected; they only think about toying with and manipulating the innocent Infected.

However, the subsequent actions of these people completely baffled them.

These people actually allowed them access to the water source and allowed them to use it freely.

Not only that, but someone also brought them some fruit.

Fresh.

There was no poisoned fruit.

At that moment, holding fresh fruit, Skullshatterer looked at the enthusiastic old lady with disbelief on his face and a big question mark in his mind.

Why don't they antagonize those Infected?

Why were Infected allowed to use the water source?

Aren't they afraid that Infected will contaminate the water source?

Why do they act as if they have a good relationship with the Reunion Movement?

"Alex, these peaches are delicious, you should try some."

Suddenly, while Skullshatterer was still silently pondering the doubts in his heart...

His companions had already started eating the fruit offered to them by those around them without any suspicion.

This terrified Skullshatterer.

"What are you eating?! They definitely have ulterior motives for sending us this!"

Chapter 111: Random Killing? This is a disease that needs treatment. (+4)

While his companions were washing their faces, drinking water, and eating food given to them by passersby...

Skullshatterer remained uneasy, his gaze still fixed on the distance, wary of any potential enemy approaching at any moment.

Finally, after about ten minutes...

A long convoy came into view in Skullshatterer's sight.

The vehicles were painted a uniform white, clearly indicating they belonged to the same organization.

This reminded Skullshatterer of the horrific scenes of Ursus military police arresting Infected along the streets.

"I knew it. These people were deliberately being friendly to us; they had ulterior motives."

Skullshatterer gritted his teeth and immediately told his companions to run away, but his companions did not notice the convoy on the road in the distance.

I'm still enjoying this long-lost warmth.

"Gladstone, Sheva, it's time to go... The enemy is coming."

Knowing he couldn't care less about anyone else at this point, Skullshatterer grabbed the arms of his two earliest companions and dragged them toward the sewers.

But it was too late.

The car was obviously much faster than a person, Skullshatterer had just pulled his companion out of the crowd.

A row of Jeeps bearing the Reunion Movement logo surrounded them.

Before anyone got off the bus, the loudspeaker started blaring.

"Listen up, you imposters claiming to be from the Reunion Movement! You are surrounded by our Reunion Movement!"

"Immediately surrender and accept reform."

"Ha?"

Looking at the familiar sign before him, Skullshatterer felt a strange sense of alienation about this land.

"Are we, the Reunion Movement, masquerading as the Reunion Movement?"

It was dusk.

Justice Square.

The sun sets.

The streetlights, powered by Love Generator, slowly lit up.

Under the lights.

It was a grand open-air barbecue.

The chefs skillfully grilled sizzling food on eco-friendly grills that didn't use any fire.

Plate after plate of meat was served, emitting an enticing aroma.

More than 500 people, including ordinary citizens and members of the Reunion Movement, gathered here for a meal.

The meals were generously sponsored by New Hope Rebirth Home.

Now.

Skullshatterer Bones was sitting with a dozen or so members of the Reunion Movement, along with two ordinary citizens at the table.

He discovered that the Reunion Movement in B17 District was different from the Reunion Movement in other areas; they included both Infected and ordinary people.

Everyone was drinking, holding hands, and singing.

In this scene, everything seemed so harmonious.

Surrounded by such beautiful scenery, the Skullshatterer seemed even more lost.

Something's not right.

Is there something wrong with this art style?

Why are Infected allowed to eat and drink here alongside ordinary citizens?

Why don't they fight when they're together?

As if thinking of some oppressive issue, Skullshatterer unconsciously increased the pressure on the edge of the table.

With increasingly heavy breathing, his face darkened, just like the gloomy sky.

The citizen sitting opposite him, noticing his pale complexion, couldn't help but ask with concern:

"Young man, are you feeling unwell?"

"Is the meat still not cooked through? The temperature of the grills in this square sometimes fluctuates. If it's not cooked, you can ask the chef to grill it again."

Skullshatterer stared intently at the other's seemingly harmless gaze, and finally couldn't hold back any longer, asking the question that had been troubling him for so long:

"Don't you feel scared when you see Infected?"

"They never intended to expel us or beat us up."

"Or perhaps they'll hang us from the railings, or drown us in the sewers?"

Upon hearing this, the citizen sitting opposite the Skullshatterer was instantly struck by lightning, frozen in place.

His eyes were filled with terror and disbelief.

His once calm face was now as pale as paper, and cold sweat slowly slid down his cheeks.

If the allegations made by Skullshatterer are proven true...

He'll no longer be eating meat, but rather serving as fuel under the grill.

Thinking of this, anger quickly ignited within him.