467: Despair MAX

"Suicide?"

After hearing these words, the empty eyes of the people throughout the subway station gained some color.

"Suicide is liberation; we no longer have to worry about how to survive."

Cui Shun's words surfaced again.

At the same time, he took out a can of white crystalline powder from his body.

"Boil a pot of soup, pour this in, and when we drink it, we'll all be liberated."

"Compared to being torn apart and bitten to death by Zombies or starving to death, this kind of death is much gentler."

After his voice fell, some people in the crowd grinned and smiled.

"Days like these are indeed better to be liberated from sooner..."

The feeling of being suddenly lifted high and then directly pressed into the abyss made these people lose the will to live.

Even with so much food laid out before them.

It held no attraction for everyone.

Eat the food and continue to endure torment in this doomsday Hell?

Better to be liberated sooner...

...

Half an hour later.

A pot of boiled soup, emitting waves of heat, drifted in the air of the subway station.

Cui Shun poured the 'sodium cyanide' in his hand into the pot.

Watching the substance rapidly melt, everyone's eyes revealed a strange anticipation.

What would it be like after death?

No matter what, it must be better than this current doomsday.

"Splash~" The cloudy soup was poured into the bowls of the people lining up to receive it.

More than ten minutes later, everyone holding the soup in their hands was somewhat dazed.

Drinking this bowl of poisonous soup would bring a relatively comfortable liberation.

Did they really want to drink it?

The instinct for life and survival caused some people to feel repulsion.

"Roar!!"

Outside the subway station.

The roar of Zombies faintly surfaced.

The appearance of this roar immediately made everyone sense a wave of despair.

Yes, they were living in this doomsday.

A doomsday without any hope.

Drinking this bowl of soup would bring liberation, what was there to hesitate about!

"Gulp~ Gulp~"

In the crowd, one person closed their eyes and drank the soup in the bowl in one gulp.

"No, the Army will come, the Army will definitely come!" One person repeated these words with a foolish expression.

However, next to him, someone directly poured the soup into his mouth.

"Be liberated sooner, there's nothing worth staying for in this World."

After the words fell, the Man himself also trembled as he exhaled a turbid breath and drank the soup in the bowl.

Also because someone took the lead, the others in the subway station also drank this bowl of soup with despair on their faces.

Zhou Shou looked at the soup in his hand, cursed this doomsday furiously, also shedding tears, and drank it down in one gulp.

In their view, suicide was now the only liberation!

On the subway station sign, after watching everyone willingly drink that bowl of irreversible poison, Nie Fangping's wings flapped excitedly.

Dead, these people were all going to die!

But was it over?

How could it possibly end here?

Forging hope only to crush it for them, how could this level of blow be called revenge?

True revenge was just beginning!

...

After everyone drank that bowl of poison, waves of pain like Ants devouring flesh and blood went straight to their brains!

Pain, extreme pain!

"Ho!!" Someone curled up, their face flushed, roaring.

Cui Shun also trembled all over from the pain.

This wasn't sodium cyanide, this was another kind of poison.

It could also be fatal, but the pain it brought was a thousand times stronger than sodium cyanide!

"Ah!" Someone in the crowd howled out in pain.

And everyone enduring this pain also shifted their gaze to Cui Shun.

This was a relatively comfortable way to die?

They only felt like they were being roasted under a raging Fire, devoured by ten thousand Ants, and slowly sliced a thousand times!

As their life force drained away, their increasingly clear minds brought them extremely strong pain sensations!

Amidst waves of convulsive pain, some people also collapsed onto the ground as if resigned to fate.

Forget it.

They were all going to die anyway, so let them die in pain... It was better than continuing to struggle for life in this kind of doomsday.

Just as this thought emerged in everyone's minds.

During a lull in the heavy rain outside.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Suddenly, a large barrage of artillery fire roared in from outside the subway station.

Hearing this sound, everyone in the entire subway station who had drunk the poison and whose minds were becoming clearer, was stunned.

And then, their eyes slowly widened.

"Boom boom boom..."

The continuous sound of artillery fire persisted, seeming to spread throughout the entire City.

Before long, a group of people wearing military uniforms, like shells, entered the subway station led by a Middle-aged Man at the front.

Inside the subway station.

People watched these Soldiers flooding in, their widened eyes bulging.

Their twitching mouths seemed to want to roar out words filled with extreme emotion.

"Report! Survivors found here!"

The Soldier's voice entered everyone's ears.

And the Middle-aged Man leading at the front also looked over.

"Hmm!" The Middle-aged Man, after hearing the report, adjusted his cap and strode up to everyone.

"So many survivors!" The Middle-aged Man was full of surprise, then said happily to the crowd before him: "Fellow countrymen, you have suffered during this time. I am from Yishan Base, Division Commander of the First Army Division, Fang Ping."

"Upon receiving orders from higher command, I am here with other Armies to eliminate the Zombies in Rong City and rescue survivors."

"You are the first batch of survivors we are receiving. From now on, you will be safe. We will arrange for you to go to Yishan Base."

"There, you can take a good bath, eat a full meal, and have the same life as before the doomsday."

Every word the Man in military uniform spoke was like a steel needle, fiercely piercing and stirring in the hearts of everyone in the subway station!

"Ho! Ho ho!" In the crowd, someone's capillaries in their eyes ruptured, their pupils blood red.

"Save, save us!"

The Middle-aged Man clasped his hands behind his back.

He seemed to finally notice that something was wrong with everyone.

He waved to the medic next to him and said: "Go take a look, what's wrong with them."

The medic stepped forward.

After examining them with instruments, he stood up and shook his head: "They seem to have taken some potent poison."

"Even if they had taken it a few minutes later, we could have saved them."

"As for now, there's nothing we can do."

The medic's voice clearly entered everyone's ears.

"Hahaha! Didn't I say so! The Army, the Army is here! The Army really came!"

The lunatic in the crowd shouted hysterically.

But the next moment, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, sealing his throat.

"No! Don't give up on us!"

"Please, please save me!"

The people on the ground writhed like maggots.

In their struggle, dark, dirty fingers grabbed onto the Man's trouser leg.

They stared with blood-red eyes, looking at the Army before them in disbelief.

The Army came, the Army really came, they really came to save them!

But they, just moments before the Army came to save them, had eaten potent poison!

It was they who had killed themselves with their own hands!

They should have been saved.

They should have entered Yishan Base, been safe and sound, and had an infinite future!!

Only a few minutes difference, just those few minutes!

Dozens of people, carrying boundless despair and unwillingness, stared with wide eyes, enduring the physical pain brought by the poison, and the extremely suffocating despair in their Souls!

Unable to rest in peace even in death, they successively lost their last shred of vitality!

"Save... me!"

Dozens of people, at the end of their lives, expressed their final words with extreme unwillingness.