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Chapter 901 Potatoes and Beans Stew Are Delicious

"Hey guys, I think I see a fire."

Johnny's voice was like a ray of warmth, awakening the almost frozen minds of everyone in the pioneer group.

"Are you hallucinating because of the cold?"

"Shit! I really want to have this kind of illusion!"

Johnny pointed forward and said, "Open your eyes and see what that is!"

"Oh God, it's fire!"

"Collective hallucination..."

"If this is an illusion, I'm going to beat your dermatitis to pieces today!"

The flickering fire in the distance and the faint aroma of food in the air made everyone quicken their pace as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

It was undoubtedly a village, a real village with human habitation. Martin could swear on his grandmother's pants that it was definitely not an illusion that appeared in the torrent of time and space.

The big guy Johnson took the lead, smashed the outer wall built of mud and rushed into the courtyard.

The woman's screams in the yard stopped abruptly because Johnson grabbed her and bit her, biting off half of her head.

Fresh flesh and blood! This is not an illusion!
The stimulation of blood made everyone's adrenaline surge. They rushed in impatiently and tore the remaining living people in the room into pieces in a few seconds.

Martin followed the aroma of food and lifted the lid of the pot on the stove. The colorful delicacies in front of him made him swallow hard.

"Hey guys! There's some hot, fucking stew!"

No one paid any attention to him. Their rationality had evaporated the moment they came into contact with fresh flesh and blood.

Martin just gave a friendly reminder. Seeing that they were not interested, he couldn't wait to reach into the pot, scoop out a handful of hot beans and put them directly into his mouth.

God bless you, it feels so good to the core.

He swore that this was the most delicious stew he had ever eaten, a hundred times more delicious than the stew he had eaten at his grandmother's house when he was a child.

After that long journey in darkness and cold, even if the pot contained insoles, he would still feel like it was from Michelin.

Without saying a word, Martin buried his head in the pot and began to devour the food.

But he only took two bites before he was dragged out by his hair.

He subconsciously wanted to draw his gun, but when he saw the person behind him, he immediately switched to the most humble smile.

"Boss..."

"Don't eat people."

The blonde woman, whose face was covered with scars and whose body was as strong as a man, took the ladle, scooped a spoonful of stewed potatoes from the pot, tilted her head back and poured it into her stomach.

"Tindalos has a keener sense of smell than you think."

"I know. I'm religious."

"Who the hell cares what you believe in!"

Helen swallowed her food in big gulps while listening to the noise outside.

When she heard the faint sound of footsteps in the wind and snow, her nerves instantly tensed up.

At this time, the rest of the pioneer group had already eaten up all seven members of the family in the house. Johnson, with blood and flesh all over his face, roared to the sky and slammed directly into the wall next to him.

He was not full yet, far from full.

"run!"

Helen picked down the bunch of dried corn cobs hanging on the wall and ran away.

But she chose another direction.

It was neither the door nor the hole created by Johnson, but the wall that collapsed when they came in. "Huh? Run... Where to run?"

Watching the team leader who sold out all his teammates and fled without hesitation, Martin hesitated for less than a second, then gritted his teeth and followed him.

The pioneer group is full of scum, shit, villains, criminals... In short, they are the most hopeless mutants, with no other choice but to spend the rest of their lives in jail.

That's why I was forced to embark on this road of no return.

In fact, everyone knows that no matter how much those officials brag, they will not get any good results.

It's a one-way ticket to hell.

The only exception is the big sister Helen.

She's a mutant too, but not like these hopeless bastards.

To use the words that are more popular in the future, Sister Helen can at least be considered a third-tier villain in the comics, a strong person who can fight back and forth with street heroes, and even has the opportunity to film a B-level popcorn movie with her as a nemesis.

Of course, reality is not a cartoon, and there are no masked heroes in tights on the streets of the Federation.

The streets are filled with drug addicts and homeless people.

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This is just a beautiful fantasy in Martin's mind.

Sister Helen used to work for the CIA. After the Republicans won the election, she found a crime that was neither too serious nor too light and sent herself to prison.

Martin knew all this because he and Helen had been roommates for two years.

With his diligence and loyalty, he gained the full trust of Sister Helen.

When Sister Helen says "Run!", don't hesitate for even a second, just follow Run.

As soon as he escaped from the yard, Martin realized the wisdom of Sister Helen.

Johnny's screams were heard from behind, followed by a violent hail of bullets.

After running for hundreds of meters, Martin mustered up the courage to look back, and saw that Johnson's crystalline body, which had expanded to the height of a three-story building, was torn into pieces by some force.

Just as he had just torn apart the bodies of those ordinary people with ease.

The pioneer group is finished.

To be precise, the No. 41 Pioneer Group was doomed.

He raised his head and looked up at the starry sky. In the midst of the wind and snow, he could vaguely see the tracks of giant landing capsules falling from the sky.

He saw blood-colored moths flapping their colorful wings in the sky.

He saw dotted lines crisscrossing each other, black and white chess pieces falling, and countless landing capsules exploding directly in mid-air. The pioneer group members inside must have been completely destroyed.

"Hong Lei, thank you! What the hell is this place? Where did those damn pigs from the consortium throw us?"

When he lowered his head and looked at Sister Helen running ahead, he was horrified to find that he had lost sight of her.

"Boss?!"

"Fuck! Don't leave me here alone! Fuck!"

"Shut up! Lie down!"

Hearing Sister Helen's impatient voice coming from the snow pile not far away, Martin shuddered all over, stopped abruptly, and lay straight down in the snow in front.

It was only then that he saw Sister Helen - or Miss Helen.

In just a blink of an eye, Helen's age seemed to have regressed to about eleven or twelve years old. Her blonde hair was dyed black, and even her facial features changed to look like an Asian.

This is……

Martin suddenly came to his senses and rolled on the ground. His whole body instantly softened into a puddle of mud. After squirming for a while, he turned into a half-broken iron washbasin.

(End of this chapter)