In the distant wasteland, the sun sets, turning orange-red.
Chen Xing looked at the black watch.
[Dr2612-6-7, pm6:32]
[Life status: Sub-health]
[Psychic level: -10]
[Protection level: 0 (ordinary tarpaulin military uniform)]
[Tip: Not within satellite signal coverage]
Since setting off in the morning, they have traveled more than 700 kilometers and entered the endless wilderness. After driving for another half hour, it was getting late. Under Chen Xing's order, the two cars stopped.
Trucks and jeeps were parked on both sides of a bush, forming a simple camp. The next step was to cook dinner. Aaron was a chef before becoming a mercenary, so the task fell on him.
I saw him jumping down from the truck carrying a kerosene stove and a large pot, setting it up in the middle of the camp, boiling a pot of water, and then cooking rice. When the rice is almost cooked, add meat and dried vegetables. Half an hour later, a pot of fragrant "chowder rice" was ready, and everyone ate it with gusto.
"If you follow me from now on, I'm sure you'll have fresh food to eat." During the meal, Luo Bao patted the shoulder of his teammate next to him and said brazenly.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, before going to bed, Chen Xing called Aaron aside and hinted that he should "take care of" Radish so that he could learn to behave. Aaron nodded in understanding and walked towards Carrot's tent.
Chen Xing swore that he definitely just wanted Aaron to teach the other party a lesson and give him a little punishment so that the other party could keep his duty. Unexpectedly, when I woke up the next morning, I saw Carrot with a numb expression, red and swollen eyes, and seemed to be very afraid of people. He looked like a little hamster.
Sitting on the jeep, Luobo said nothing and stared blankly ahead, as if he had suffered a very big blow. Seeing his dazed look, Chen Xing couldn't help but think of the famous saying of a writer in his hometown: Some people are alive but already dead. Some people are dead but still alive.
In the case of radish, naturally I am talking about the first half of the sentence.
Perhaps he noticed something strange about the radish. During the bumps and shakes, Ye Yangbailiu cast a doubtful look. Chen Xing just pretended not to see it and automatically ignored it.
Can this be explained? Obviously, the more you smear, the darker it gets, so silence is the best solution.
"There's someone ahead!"
At noon, when they came out of a bush, Xiao Yang suddenly pointed at the slope in front and shouted.
Chen Xing discovered the situation earlier than the former and was observing with a telescope. On the slope in front, there were several three-wheeled long-handled motorcycles parked, with refugees in shabby clothes sitting on them. This kind of motorcycle is commonly known as the "three-legged dragon" and is the most common motorcycle in the wilderness. It not only has a certain carrying capacity, but also has good flexibility and can walk on various terrains.
"Bang bang bang!" "Ta da da!"
There were about the same number of people on both sides, and a fight was imminent, but the refugees quickly withdrew. This is a tentative attack, and if both sides have firepower, the battle will be over quickly. Moreover, Chen Xing’s truck did not carry any cargo. No one likes to chew hard bones without meat.
Furthermore, although these people's attire looks like refugees, in fact they may not be. They may also be disguised mercenary groups or even guards from other places.
In this world, a crime without evidence is not a crime. Without satellite signal coverage, anything can happen. Even if the newly recruited members of Chen Xing's team suddenly rebel, it is not impossible.
However, they have all registered in Longshi Town. If such behavior really occurs, they will definitely face severe scrutiny.
In the battle just now, a new team member was hit in the thigh by a stray bullet. Fortunately, the distance between the two sides was far, and the bullet's lethality was limited. It got stuck in the muscles and did not damage blood vessels or bones. After the war, Li Rou, who had worked as a nurse, cut open his trousers, took out the warhead, performed simple anti-inflammatory treatment and bandaged it.
In the wilderness, accidents can happen at any time. On the third day, the team encountered three more sickle beetles. At first they were like three small black dots in the sky, gradually enlarging and then swooping down towards them.
"Get out of the car!" Chen Xing shouted at the intercom and got out of the car.
"Buzz!"
A strong air flow passed overhead, which was the strong wind caused by the membrane wings of the sickle beetle.
Chen Xing huddled on the side of the jeep, with Ye Yangbai Liu half-kneeling in front, Xiao Yang behind, and then Carrot.
Looking up, a sickle beetle was flying in an arc, preparing to attack again. Its two sickle-shaped forelimbs shone coldly in the sunlight, glowing with a silvery sheen.
At the same time, the data of the sickle beetle automatically appeared on the black table.
[Sickle Beetle (Normal)]
[Vitality: 48/48]
[Innate abilities: flying, sickle legs, hard carapace]
[Viruses that may be carried: none]
"Shoot!" Chen Xing shouted while taking advantage of the opportunity for the sickle beetle to turn around, picking up the assault rifle and pulling the trigger into the air.
"Da da da!"
The flames of the small-caliber rifle were long and thin, and three hot bullet casings were ejected one after another. The sickle beetle in mid-air emitted a series of sparks, paused, and swooped in again.
"grumble!"
It made a sharp cry to express its anger, raised its two iconic insect scythes high, and swung them down the moment it passed by the jeep.
"Crunch..."
Seeing the sickle beetle flying towards him, Chen Xing made a quick decision, abandoned his bunker and pounced to the side. Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of a sharp instrument scratching the iron sheet, which made people's scalp numb.
After avoiding the attack, Chen Xing immediately got up and shot at the sickle beetle rising in an arc.
"Ta-ta-ta!" "Ta-ta-ta!" "Ta-ta-ta!"
Chen Xing kept firing, and the bullet casings were thrown everywhere. The sickle beetle was covered in sparks and flew slower and slower. It paused in the air and fell vertically. There was only a crisp sound of "pop", and it fell to the ground, raising a large amount of smoke and dust.
"Chi chi chi chi!"
It was so angry that it kicked off its thick hind limbs, flipped its insect body over, and landed on all fours. Its scarlet compound eyes locked on the human who was shooting at it, and it rushed away quickly. Dragging billows of smoke like a mad bull.
Chen Xing knew that he could not make a head-on collision, so he stared at the sickle beetle, shooting while tensing his body, ready to pounce to the other side at any time to avoid a head-on collision.
And just when the sickle beetle raised its pincers and charged forward menacingly, before Chen Xing had time to flutter away, a figure came forward to meet it.
She was seen holding a shield and facing the insect sickle that was sweeping over. With a loud "ding" sound, she steadily blocked the attack, then picked up the hammer and hit it hard on the head.
"Crack!"
The sickle beetle's head shell suddenly split into pieces, and yellow slurry splashed all over Yeyang Bailiu. But she didn't care. She kicked out and immediately kicked the bull-sized sickle beetle backwards. The sickle dragged two long deep marks on the red earth.
"Don't, don't come over!" Chen Xing just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard horrified shouts from the truck.
