Doomsday Hunter - Vol 4 Chapter 4

Xiang Luo’s death came unexpectedly.

When he died, neither Liu Lie nor Cao Andong happened to be in Xijing, and the state of being unforgivable was also very bad.

In the end, Liu Wanghai came out to preside over the situation.

Liu Lie and Cao Andong came to attend the funeral – the deceased was Cao Andong’s wife Xun Yu.

At this time, over the past fifty years, Xun Yu’s death was normal. She lived to be ninety years old. For the seventh-level superhuman who does not have a special life-enhancing effect, it is not bad.

“Alas.” Cao Andong still looked like a middle-aged man in his forties, and the fifty years of his life did not leave any traces on him.

Liu Lie patted his shoulder and said nothing.

Time is a cruel thing to ordinary people. Liu Lie’s wife also died two years ago. There are many ways to prolong life, which are recorded in the book of knowledge.

But the older generation of them did not have these well-explored routes when they became stronger, and many people had hidden dangers in their bodies. The lifespan is far inferior to later generations.

“Cough, cough.” The former leader of the Salvation Army, the white-haired Chairman Mo, walked with the help of his son Mo Yuan on crutches.

Mo Yuan doesn’t look very young either, at least fifty or sixty years old.

The traces of time on the weak are much heavier than the traces left on the demigods such as Cao Andong and Liu Lie.

“Hey, mourn and change.” Looking at his peers who were younger than his son, Chairman Mo sighed: “Our era has really passed… I have to admit that the safe zone is much stronger than the Salvation Army.”

“There will definitely be many people who are dissatisfied with you living to the end of your life.” Cao Andong said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

“Leaving a retreat for the surrendered enemy leader is a tradition since ancient times, and you can’t change it.” Chairman Mo spread his hands: “So even if Lan dies and the entire Salvation Army faction is completely in decline, our family can continue to continue and become A part of Xu Xiaoxing’s side.”

As a former leader of the Salvation Army, naturally, he should also be responsible for what the Salvation Army did back then.

However, Chairman Mo can live to this day.

The world is indeed unfair.

In the city, Xiang Luo, who is fighting for a just cause, is dying soon.

When he and Liu Mo went to support the police officers who exchanged fire with criminals, they were suddenly attacked. The Xu family has had a general (harmonious) president, minister, and chief councilor over the years, and they are very powerful.

Except for the military, they have been blocked by Zhang Hai, Liu Lie and others, and they are very powerful in other places.

That’s right, even Zhang Hai was stopping the Xu family from reaching out to the military. It stands to reason that he and Wang Sheng should be allies of Xu Xiaoxing. Just a few years ago, due to certain things, Zhang Hai and Wang Sheng, the best friends, chose to part ways.

All I can say is that nothing lasts forever.

In the fifty-two years of the end of the world, Xu Xiaoxing’s son had just stepped down as the leader. The new leader is a mediocre who can’t find a test point in the history books.

During his management period, the New People’s Federation did not have any problems, or the problems were covered up by everyone. But there is nothing to be commended. It can be regarded as a peaceful end of term.

Xiang Luo was walking on the road.

Suddenly stopped.

“…Sorry, I may have affected you.” He said to Liu Mo.

Liu Mo hesitated.

But the attack has already arrived.

A gunshot came from a hundred miles away and hit Xiang Luo’s chest accurately.

Fire and bullets poured out, shattering the two together. Even the heroic spirits around him were captured by unknown forces and destroyed.

Liu Zelin woke up from the dream, clutching his heart and gasping for breath.

He dreamed of the scene before Xiang Luo died, as if a portal opened in front of him.

He also knew that after Lan died, the only demigod space capable person in the world was Xu Xiaoxing – apart from demigods, no one should be able to crush Xiang Luo, right?

But it’s just a dream…

“Hey.” Liu Zelin turned his head and asked his deskmate, “You said…how did Xiang Luo die?”

“…I was killed by the other party while chasing down a few criminals.” The same table also knew that this official statement was unreliable: “But those criminals…It is estimated that they are related to the Xu family.”

“Is it possible that he was killed by Xu Xiaoxing?”

“It’s possible.” The tablemate lowered his voice: “But there is no evidence, and you shouldn’t talk nonsense like this.”

He is now beginning to wonder if it is a good idea to let Liu Zelin read history books. After all, some content is still quite sensitive, and talking about it everywhere may cause an accident. Oh, his great-grandfather is Liu Wanghai, that’s fine.

Since dreaming of Xiang Luo’s death in battle, Liu Zelin has been distracted. But he usually does this in class, and no one notices that something is wrong.

After returning home, Liu Zelin wanted to read Xu Xiaoxing’s biography, but found that there was none. Ask the same table again, the same table said that the thing was not published. Only Liu Wanghai himself can find it.

After thinking for a while, Liu Zelin simply went directly to Grandpa.

Liu Wanghai wore glasses and sat on a chair reading a book. As an old antique who has lived for more than 160 years, he doesn’t like to use those electronic products very much, and likes paper books.

“Grandpa!”

“Oh… Zelin. Is there something wrong?” Liu Wanghai looked like an ordinary kind old man – even if he looked, he was already around sixty years old.

There are not many Liu family members, so he can still know Liu Zelin, the great-grandson. In the Xu family next door, there are more than 80 people in the generation surnamed Xu. Except for the descendants of direct descendants, Xu Xiaoxing can’t even remember the names of those people.

But these guys can have luxury cars and mansions one by one, very extravagant. Kind of like a nouveau riche.

However, as long as Xu Xiaoxing doesn’t fall for a day, these guys can continue to enjoy it. It is earth-shattering to see more than a dozen Xu family members being imprisoned in a row a few decades ago.

After listening to Liu Zelin talking about the experience of the past two days, Liu Wanghai’s expression changed slightly, then he reached into the air and took out a book: “Well, not bad. It’s a good thing to love reading… But don’t spread the content indiscriminately. You can come to me with any questions.”

“Thank you, Grandpa.” Liu Zelin left with the book in his arms.

Liu Wanghai: “Alas, there are really not many people who study the spirit of history.”

Not to mention his own descendants.

It has been 100 years since the establishment of the New People’s Union, and now is the 128th year of the last days. Or the one hundred and twenty-eighth year of the new dollar.

In the past 100 years, the development of human beings has been close to saturation, and everyone will either go to the southern hemisphere, which has developed into a very strange mode, or…you can only do it internally.

Liu Wanghai, who has read through history, naturally knows that there may be a new point of confusion next. It is surprising that peace can last for so long.

Of course, in the chaos of history, at most half of the people died, but in the last days, nine-tenths of them died. There are naturally more resources available.

But if possible, Liu Wanghai would prefer not to have such a serious war.

ps first update today. In order to make up for the full attendance, I will add 10,000 words today.