behind me is the earth.

Chapter 333 331. You must be God
Tijuana City is a city on the border between Mexico and the Stars and Stripes. It is a new type of city developed due to geographical reasons.

Ren Pingsheng's Yang God, after crossing the distant Pacific Ocean, came to the sky above the city of Tijuana, Mexico.

The reason for choosing Mexican songs is firstly because the place is chaotic enough. The fighting power of the government army is not as good as that of the big drug lords. Even some government troops have blurred the boundaries with the big drug lords. In such a place, the government Administrative ability is difficult to effectively suppress crimes, so it is naturally full of loopholes that can be exploited.

The second reason is that the economy here is relatively developed, and it is an emerging industrial country with a relatively solid industrial foundation and sufficient industrial talents.

And Tijuana, the fourth largest city in Mexico, was chosen because it was the city closest to the border of the Stars and Stripes, and it was also the home of the big drug lord Edward Group.

The territory of the big drug lords, the government must take control here, and the two sides must be full of positive and negative games.

There will be space for games, and there will be a gray area for fishing in troubled waters.

And Sam is someone who walks in the gray area.He is 1.8 meters tall, with a thick beard, black hair pushed back, wearing a neat suit, striding down the street, enjoying the envious eyes of the poor.

However, as far as Sam is concerned, although he has a decent income, he has been unable to find the meaning of life in recent years.

Because life loses faith, life becomes meaningless.I just live a step-by-step life, and sometimes go out to find a few women to find some stimulation, but I have done too much in the primitive movement of life extension, which also makes my life full of boring and stale taste.

"Boom!"

A blast.

Sam came back to his senses all of a sudden, and subconsciously ran towards the shops on the street, looking back at the direction of the explosion while running.

There, a group of "special forces" armed to the teeth with standard equipment of the Stars and Stripes rushed out from the corner of the street, and were engaged in a fierce conflict with a group of bodyguards in black.

"What happened? What happened?"

The people in the store, lying on the ground, also looked outside.

"Isn't that car the mayor's car, Ms. Moncella?"

"Didn't it be said a few days ago that Ms. Monsera received death threats and moved to a military base to live, why did she appear here?"

People were talking about it, but there was a hail of bullets on the street outside.

Soon, when Sam saw an armored vehicle coming out, he got up with a grunt, and ran out towards the back door of the store. Then he heard the sound of the glass door and wall being shattered by machine gun fire. , People's horrified screams also sounded.

At this time, Sam had already run into the alley behind the shops along the street.

"Rumble rumble..."

Sam heard a voice in the air, looked up, and saw a group of armed helicopters flying over. The helicopters flew so low that he could clearly see the guided missiles on the planes.

"Looks like a plane from a military base."

Sam has been wandering in the gray area all year round, and knows a lot about these.

"call!"

The sound of gunfire and explosions on the street was blocked by thick buildings, which made him feel a lot more at ease.

Looking at the quiet alley, Sam breathed a sigh of relief, patted the dust on his suit, and walked along the alley with his head bowed.

However, when he walked to a corner and saw two excited boys coming out from behind, Sam suddenly became nervous, and his right hand quietly grabbed at the back of the waist.

"Hey, brother!"

The two boys saw that they were drinking too much, and they came up and surrounded Sam: "I kindly advise you, it's better to take out your hands and put them where we can see them."

Sam's lower back was blocked by something hard.

There are people behind.

Sam had to take out his hand and held it up.

"Brother, the money is in the wallet on your chest, you can take it."

Sam tapped the lined pocket on the right breast of his suit with his chin.

A green-haired junkie walked up to Sam, reached out and touched Sam's chest, and sure enough, he touched something hard, put his hand in, and took out a boxy wallet.

After opening the wallet, the green-haired addict's eyes lit up: "Hey, I said this is a rich man, you can tell he is an elite just by looking at his glamorous appearance!
Elite, give you a piece of advice..."

As the junkie spoke, he took out the thick banknotes from his wallet, and hit Sam in the face with the wallet: "Elite people like you shouldn't walk in dirty back alleys , you should go outside, that bright city avenue."

"Hey, brother, I only have this money, I can give it all to you, can I leave here?"

Sam frowned slightly, cursing inwardly that these dirty rats in the sewers, parasites living in the city, and cerebral palsy children whose brains were controlled by drugs, should really drown in the dirty and smelly sewage!

"Of course...not!"

"Hahahahaha..."

The addict, who thought it was funny, laughed for a while, but found that no one echoed him.

However, Sam knew he was in trouble today.

He knew very well that the addicts whose brains have been emptied by drugs, especially the addicts who are high, behave in ways that are no longer controlled by the brain.The part that belongs to human reason seems to have been dug out of their brains, leaving only a body controlled by unprovoked emotions, showing the most primitive desires of human beings.

"What are you looking at!"

A fierce punch hit Sam in the stomach without warning.Under the pain of eating, my stomach just felt crazy churning, bent over and took a bite, "Wow", and vomited on the ground. The pizza I just ate has not been fully digested.

"Oh hoo!"

The junkie let out a strange cry.

Sam noticed that there were more and more people around the corner, both men and women, many of them scantily clad.Some people are emaciated, their skin is festered and blackened, and they sway as if they are living zombies who have come out of the biohazard!
"Fake!"

Sam snorted.

"Boom!"

At this time, there was an explosion sound, which came from the street outside the alley, and the violent explosion even made the ground tremble.

But from Sam's point of view at this time, the battle with live ammunition, armored vehicles and helicopter gunships was dispatched, as if it happened in another world.

And his battlefield is in this dirty mouse alley, blocked by such a group of dirty street mice.

The Gelt pistol on his back had been confiscated. In order to survive, he had to kneel on the ground with his hands raised high, waiting for the rats to deal with him.At the same time, his lowered eyes quietly looked at the legs of these people, actively looking for opportunities to escape.

"Oh!"

A stick was slammed into his head, and Sam was dizzy suddenly. Sticky blood immediately flowed down from the top of his head and fell to the ground, immediately staining the cement bricks in the alley red.

"Fake!"

Sam came back to his senses, looked at these crazy zombies, kicking their hind legs on the ground, relying on their strong body, rushed out fiercely, relying on the muscles they had trained, he immediately pushed down four or five zombies. The drug addict standing in front of him rushed towards a rather luxuriously decorated clothing store not far from the alley.

As long as you rush in, you have a chance to escape through the front door.

"Oh!"

With a gunshot, Sam immediately felt as if someone had drilled his ass.

Then he couldn't exert any more strength and fell to the ground.

The next moment, Sam was pressed to the ground by these zombies dancing wildly.

"What are you running for? There are very few elites like you who come to our territory on weekdays."

"I belong to Edward, if you dare to treat me like this, none of you will survive!
Even addicts who are in a state of madness and have been devastated to the point of being irrational are still overwhelmed by the three words Edward!

Edward is the underground emperor who killed the city of Tijuana.

Sam's shirt was roughly pulled out of his belt, and his side waist was completely white.

He realized what was happening right away, and shouted: "I'm a civil servant, and I haven't had any tattoos!"

"fart!"

"How dare you use Edward's name to scare me!"

The green hair was extremely irritable, and stinky urine poured down on Edward's head.

A pair of feet kicked on his body, and his whole body twitched in pain. This humiliating way of death made him feel that he might as well die in the gunfire on Front Street.

The blood flowing out of his head has covered one of Sam's eyes, and the foul smell poured into his nose. He struggled hard, but the pain in his buttocks had exhausted all his strength. He was firmly pressed to the ground, his nose could not breathe air, and his consciousness was being pulled away.

"Perhaps you need help, my friend."

A gentle voice suddenly sounded from above everyone's heads.

Sam saw a ball of golden light falling from the sky, and the golden light turned into a handsome man from the east, floating above this dirty alley, reflecting the golden light to fully reflect the surrounding rats and maggots, but at the same time Let this humble and dirty alley become glorious and sacred.

"God!"

This holy but non-glare light filled Sam's body.

Dozens of addicts around were also stunned at this moment.

"Who are you? I'm not afraid of you, I'm super brave!"

Lumao thought it was his hallucination.

"Oh!"

There was an explosion sound like a watermelon was broken, and Lumao's whole body suddenly exploded into a mass of flesh and blood

No sooner had the screams been heard than the addicts found themselves speechless.

It was as if they had been immobilized, standing still in place, unable to move.

Sam floated up, the dirt on his body was cleaned out, and the blood on his head also floated up.The handsome god floated towards him, and the motionless junkie who was blocking the road moved out towards the two sides. With the throbbing pain in his waist, the bullet stuck in the bone came out of the flesh and fell to the ground.

A cloud of green water gathered in the air in a spiral shape, and landed on his head and buttocks. There was an itching feeling, and the pain in his body was quickly fading away.

Although the healing spells learned from Xiaowan's stealth are not as effective as those in other worlds, they are still effective immediately.

Ren Pingsheng looked at the addicts in the alley, with expressions of shock and fear on their faces.

Not far away, under the bridge hole and the air corridor, there are broken mattresses and quilts, which presumably are their nests.Even on the other side of their lair, there are a few skinny drug addicts covered with lazy sores, lying on the ground who can't sit up, staring at the sky with a pair of empty eyes, waiting for the god of death to come and harvest them.

This back alley is full of filth, chaos, crime, numbness and corpses.If Resident Evil is filmed here, it may greatly reduce the workload of props and makeup artists.

"Boom bang bang bang bang..."

Explosions sounded one after another.

These scum, let's play the final value.

Balls of blood condensed and were thrown into the sewer with a wave of Ren Pingsheng's hand, and then merged into the sewage pipe network of the sewer.

The alley, which was so lively just now, suddenly became very quiet.

Dozens of living people just disappeared into this world silently.

The voices from the neighborhood outside seemed to come from another world.

Ren Pingsheng looked at Sam, thinking that he should be frightened after the explosion of his three views, but he unexpectedly saw a pair of fanatical eyes.

"Are you a god?"

Sam asked eagerly and expectantly.

In the epic, the mythical means did have a strong impact on his three views, but when he was brought back to life after dying, his three views were also quickly reshaped, and after the shock, he became fanatic.

"Sam, are you a theist?"

Ren Pingsheng was floating in the air, looking down at the Mexican.

In the Yangshen state, his eyes lacked human emotion, but under the golden sun behind his head, there was an intimidating divinity!
When he was in the air just now, Ren Pingsheng observed the city, thinking about how to enter this strange country and city.

At the beginning, the conflict between the drug dealer group and the mayor outside attracted his attention, making him consider whether to take this opportunity to take the upper-level route, so that the starting point is high, and the subsequent development should be easier and faster.

But think about it again, the relationship between the upper class is inextricably linked, especially the relationship with the country next door.

If he got involved, if he couldn't control the situation, he would shoot himself in the foot.When you come here and don't understand the situation, it's better to be careful.

Then, the man in the alley came into his sight.

However, he didn't make a move immediately, but in order to make the effect better, he looked for a critical moment to cut in.

The wallet on the ground flew up, and the discarded papers flew back into the wallet, and the wallet fell back into Sam's lined pocket.

"I have repented, lost, and lost, but today I have regained my faith!"

Sam clasped his hands together, looking devoutly at the true God above his head at this moment, his empty heart was filled, and at this moment, it seemed like a new life, life was endowed with meaning.

"Come with me."

Ren Pingsheng landed on the ground, at the same time withdrew the sacred light on his body, and walked towards the outside of the alley.

The somewhat embarrassed Sam followed behind him step by step.

Only then was he pleasantly surprised to find that the injuries on his head, buttocks, and body had healed!
The garbage in the alley, the damp humus garbage, avoided one after another.

When the two came out from another street, the traffic flowed like a shuttle and people flowed like weaving, as if they had entered another country.

(End of this chapter)