Diversity Domination: Starting from the Resident Evil Lottery

"I'll be here for a few more days and hopefully get a chance to meet him. "

Chu Tianlan silently glanced at the nearby refugees.

When Yin first mentioned 58 in April, the refugees in the square, standing or sitting, all turned their eyes to this place, intentionally or unintentionally.

With the blessing of this sculpture, "Courier 58" is not only a person, but also has become a kind of belief among refugees.

Suddenly, a girl with a breathing mask "accidentally" bumped into Chu Tianlan's body.

"I'm sorry. "

In the passing of the two, the girl deftly reached for the gun on Chu Tianlan's waist.

However, her actions did not escape the insight of Lang Yu.

In the moment when she was about to succeed, Lang Yu keenly grasped her wrist.

"What are you doing? Let go!"

The girl's delicate eyes widened, and her voice was clearly audible despite the noise around her.

She struggled hard, and the books in her arms that had been used as a cover for the theft fell to the ground with a dull thud as she struggled.

This shout was like a signal, breaking the surrounding peace in an instant.

Those who were pale from hunger and weak in movement seemed to be injected with new vitality and began to gather around this side in a planned way.

The eyes of the refugees flashed with a crazy light, like leopards that smelled their prey, staring at Chu Tianlan and his party to prepare to make a move.

Chu Tianlan stood quietly aside, his eyes did not look at the dispute between Lang Yu and the little girl, but fell on the book in the girl's hand.

It was a yellow book, and the cover read "I bet on everything I have, inspired to become a courier".

The handwriting on the cover is somewhat illegible, as if it was caused by poor printer quality or insufficient ink.

He bent down and picked up the heavy book on the floor, turning it gently with his fingertips, the pages were chaotic typography, the handwriting was blurred, and the printing quality was worrying.

The texture of the paper appears rough and unpleasant to the touch. And every page is full of typos and grammatical errors, and even some passages are completely incomprehensible.

From the cover to the content, everything reveals an informal atmosphere.

Seeing that those refugees were getting closer and closer, Chu Tianlan no longer hesitated, directly took out a pistol, loaded the muzzle and aimed it at the little girl who was yelling.

The muzzle of the black hole shimmered coldly in the golden sunlight, making people shudder.

At this moment, the surrounding sounds seemed to disappear, leaving only the muzzle of the gun and the little girl's breathing.

The refugees who had been surrounding them all stopped, their eyes full of horror and uneasiness.

Seeing this, the leader of the refugees sighed in his heart, skillfully blended into the crowd, and quietly disappeared into the crowd like a loach.

This kind of person who can kill even a little girl is by no means a soft-hearted person, and he really dares to kill all the refugees who make trouble.

It's better to slip away as soon as possible, otherwise he really dies here, and he won't need to live tomorrow, and his wife and children will have to become someone else's property tonight.

In this world, the lives of refugees are as cheap as weeds, and death is death.

Who will have trouble with dignitaries and nobles for the sake of the dead.

You're barefoot, yes, but people wear leather boots!

If you really have to fight hard, the refugee riots nine years ago are a bloody lesson!

Without the leadership of the leader, all the refugees who surrounded them retreated far away under the shock of the guns, and no one stepped forward again.

The little girl who yelled at the jade stopped yelling, and her eyes showed fear.

Look, isn't that a lot quieter?

Chu Tianlan had a fatherly smile on her face, "Little friend, don't be afraid, I'm a good person." "

He said gently, "Then I'll ask you an answer, and if you're right, I'll let you go." "

"Little girl, where did this book come from?" asked Chu Tianlan.

The little girl glanced at Chu Tianlan timidly, hesitated for a moment, and then replied tremblingly, "It's my father's ......."

This book was indeed printed privately in a small workshop, no wonder it was so crudely produced.

"What is this book about?" Chu Tianlan asked again.

"It's about 58 after becoming a courier...... the little girl replied with apprehension.

When it came to 58 hoes to help the weak, the little girl's eyes, which were originally full of fear, flashed with a bright light.

It's a ray of hope called hope.

"Oh. Chu Tianlan nodded thoughtfully.

Chu Tianlan knew in her heart that this world needed to change. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

They need a leader, a visionary leader, someone who can lead them to a better life.

And now, here he comes.

He will lead his people to victory.

"Big brother, can you let me go?" the girl looked at Chu Tianlan with begging eyes.

"Sir, she's still a child. Yin April couldn't help but interject on the side.

At this moment, a middle-aged man wearing a mask suddenly rushed out of the crowd and came straight here.

"Let my daughter go, if you want to kill me, just kill me, one life is worth one life." "

Chu Tianlan put away the gun in his hand and greeted someone with a smile: "Hello." "

The people who can say "one life is worth one life" are by no means ordinary among refugees.

The little girl had just mentioned that the books in her hands had been printed by her father.

This means that Zhao Hai is not only a person of status among refugees, but also a person of culture and knowledge.

His presence has a special meaning for refugees.

Writing is the cornerstone of civilization, and it is precisely because of the existence of cultured people that civilization can be passed on.

Therefore, literate people will always have a little bit of an advantage in this world compared to ordinary people.

Zhao Hai is such a person.

"My name is Zhao Hai, my daughter is not very sensible and offended the chief, I will take responsibility for her mistakes. Zhao Hai looked at his daughter anxiously, his eyes full of worry.

"Go find your father. Chu Tianlan gently touched the little girl's dry hair and motioned for her to leave.

"Daddy!" the little girl hid behind Zhao Hai, her voice crying.

"Zhao Hai, there is an old saying in Longyuan that the son is not the fault of the father. Your daughter's mistakes, I'll get them back from you, there's nothing wrong with it. Chu Tianlan said lightly.

Zhao Hai's face was embarrassed, he glanced at his daughter, and closed his eyes, "Come on, kill if you want." "

However, no gunshots were heard for a long time. After Zhao Hai opened his eyes, he found Chu Tianlan standing beside him with a smile.

"When did I say I was going to kill you? I'm going to stay here for a while, and I'm going to have to bother you these days. Chu Tianlan's voice was gentle and tolerant.

Zhao Hai breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly agreed, "No problem, no problem." Sir, my place of residence is not far from here, and if you don't dislike my simplicity, you can go there and rest. "。