After easily getting rid of the guards left by Scarface Chad on the farm, Fritz looked at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him speechlessly, and touched his forehead.
At this point, he had to admit that he had overestimated the predators' requirements for a living environment. After all, for wasteland residents who were used to living a hard life, having a shack to protect them from radioactive rain on rainy days was actually enough.
After asking his men to raise the bonfire for keeping warm and driving away wild beasts, Fritz walked into the wooden house carrying Chad, who was tied into a rice dumpling. Even though the big hole in the wall was supplying fresh air into the house every moment, Fritz The strong smell mixed with the smell of blood in the room still made him frown slightly.
Fritz, who didn't want to stay in the cabin any longer, squatted down, tore off the tape on Chad's mouth and asked, "Where did you put all the things you robbed? Don't say no, you know I won't believe it."
"There's a cellar entrance in the corner, and everything you want is inside."
Fritz nodded when he heard this, blocked Chad in front of him, and used his foot to open the wooden door leading to the cellar. Instantly, a more pungent smell of blood hit his face, making people wonder what exactly was in the cellar.
After carefully using a flashlight to disperse the darkness in the cellar, the major was shocked to find that the beams in the cellar were covered with dark red pieces of air-dried meat. Some of the meat pieces still had blood and water residue on the surface. Apparently they had only been hung for a few days.
"What kind of meat is this?"
Although he already had the answer in his mind, Fritz still asked the question. Unexpectedly, Chad rolled his eyes and pretended to be innocent: "It's all mole meat. In order to kill these cunning guys, we killed several brothers!"
"Mole meat..."
Silently repeating this answer that no ghost would believe even if told to him, Fritz sneered and pressed the muzzle of the pistol against the back of the opponent's head.
Feeling the coldness on the back of his head, Chad's legs softened, and he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Don't kill me! Those dried meats are indeed mole meat! It's just..."
"Just what?"
Even the extremely patient Fritz was a little impatient at this time, if the other party's next answer could not satisfy him. Not only Chad, but also the four captives of the predators outside will be executed after interrogation.
"As you can see, it is impossible to feed so many of us just by relying on the few potato plants on the farm, so I usually send my brothers to hunt in the wild, but someone will always die while hunting. If we just bury them like this Well, wouldn't it be a waste of so much good meat, why not..."
"Might as well make them all into jerky."
After finishing the conversation, Fritz put down his pistol with complicated emotions and had a deeper understanding of the cruelty of the radiation world.
He knew very well that the dried meat in the cellar could not all be "provided" by the predators. They must have robbed and killed many people who were making a living in the wasteland before meeting the team, and most of these victims had also joined the predators. their bellies.
After sending people to plunder all the available supplies and bottle caps in the cellar, as it got darker, Fritz sat by the bonfire outside the wooden house and watched a female team member slowly stir the broth in the pot.
As a cook who is well versed in human anatomy, Hailey knows exactly which meat in the cellar can be used and which meat cannot be used. So she could guarantee that the broth contained only mole meat and potatoes that Erwin had picked himself.
Speaking of potatoes, all the team members thought they were an interesting crop.
On the outside, potatoes and tomatoes look almost identical, but the edible part inside is a lump of brown flesh. The rich starch in these tissues makes it not only look like potatoes, but also taste very similar, but the taste is much different.
But although they taste more like potatoes, their overall shape and cultivation methods are similar to tomatoes. For example, after sowing and sprouting, people in the wasteland usually use wooden frames to support the branches and vines of potatoes to prevent the fruits from falling to the ground and affecting the yield.
After sprinkling a little salt and pepper into the pot, Haili put the lid on the pot and waited for the ingredients in the pot to be completely cooked. The lunch boxes are filled with fragrant broth in turn.
I don't know if it was due to mutation, but when Fritz tasted the piece of meat that had been stewed for just the right time in his mouth, the mole meat that should have been tender and delicious actually tasted like piglet meat.
But sadly, even with spices from the Empire itself, the taste of mole meat is still terrible. The meat was so elastic that everyone touched their stomachs after feasting, as if they could feel the meat beating in their stomachs.
Seeing that there were still some uneaten leftovers in the pot, Fritz found a broken bowl, filled half the bowl and came to the looters who were tied to the pillars of the wooden house. The alluring aroma of the broth immediately made the five of them swallow their saliva and stared at the broken bowl in a daze.
"I'm going to ask a few questions next. Whoever answers the best will get this bowl of broth. Do you understand?"
Seeing that the five prisoners nodded eagerly, Fritz tore off the tape on one of the prisoners' mouths and asked, "Have you ever heard of the names of the Volunteers and General Nora?"
"I've heard of it! We met a group of volunteers on the road a while ago! Everyone thought they were not easy to mess with, so we didn't take action."
Fritz narrowed his eyes slightly after hearing this answer, and then asked: "How long ago was it? How many people are there? Do you know where their destination is?"
The memory loss caused by long-term malnutrition deprived the predator of the opportunity to enjoy the broth alone, because Chad next to him suddenly shook his head desperately, obviously knowing something.
When the tape on his mouth disappeared, he immediately poured out everything he knew like a barrage.
According to Chad, it was the same vigilante team they encountered about a week ago. The other party had nearly twenty people and two Brahmin two-headed oxen used to carry supplies, and looking at the direction the team was heading, he thought that this volunteer soldier should have the same destination as the Immortal Army team.
After pouring the broth into Chad's mouth, Fritz returned to the campfire and thought about the team's next move.
As the sun rises again, streaks of sunlight filtering through the gray clouds announce the departure of the night. Under the protection of the flames and rotating team members, the entire team got plenty of rest.
But before packing up and marching to Concord, the question of what to do with the prisoners lay before them.
In the discussion last night, Fritz believed that although this group of predators was hateful, they were not without value, while Erwin suggested that only Chad should be taken on the road, and the other four would either be executed on the spot or tied up in the farm. It is swallowed up by nature.
After weighing it repeatedly, Fritz accepted the suggestion. For this reason, before the team set off, he deliberately knocked out four prisoners with his own hands and tied them in the wooden house. At the same time, he threw all the dried meat in the cellar except the mole meat into the bonfire and burned them clean.
In fact, it was not that he had not considered executing the four people, but after thinking about it, these predators were just following the natural laws of the radiation world. What's more, in a wasteland full of dangers, the four unarmed people wouldn't survive long even if they broke free from the ropes.
"This is a cruel world, let nature take care of some things..."
Looking at the billowing black smoke rising behind him, Fritz said silently in his heart: "Natural selection, survival of the fittest, that's all."
...
Not long after everyone left, a lonely figure on the road suddenly turned his head, apparently noticing the black smoke in the distance.
In a wasteland where everyone is in danger, few people usually act alone, and rashly contacting unknown things when alone is a recipe for death.
But surprisingly, after confirming the direction of the black smoke, this figure not only did not move away, but also accelerated towards the predator's farm.
In the cellar, the four tightly tied plunderers were staring at each other. They could clearly see the panic in each other's eyes, but the tape on their mouths prevented them from even communicating with each other at the most basic level.
As they twisted their limbs with blood stains from the ropes, a touch of sadness filled their hearts.
It was clear that a few days ago they were plunderers who roamed the area, possessing the power of life and death over the people passing by, but now they were tied up in an empty cellar waiting to die of thirst and starvation. What an ironic ending.
Just when they lowered their heads and were about to accept their fate, there was a sudden creaking sound of wooden boards above their heads, as if something had entered the wooden house.
After pricking up their ears and listening carefully, the four people realized that the people above them were humans and not beasts. They looked at each other, and then invariably began to make loud noises in an attempt to attract each other's attention.
The hard work paid off, and the strange noise coming from under his feet quickly attracted the man's attention.
As the cellar door was slowly opened, a tall and muscular figure came to the four people. But what surprised the plunderers was that this man just stood there quietly, neither coming to untie them, nor taking out his gun to give them a good blow.
After more than ten minutes of crushing silence, the strong man finally stepped forward and cut the ropes around the four people with a knife. However, before the plunderers could thank him, he left the cellar without saying a word. His strange behavior immediately left the four of them confused.
"Listening to the footsteps, he should be alone."
"I'm afraid he's not a fool."
"In that case, how about we?"
"I can kill him."
After a brief exchange, the freed predator soon revealed his true nature. If Major Fritz saw their ugly faces, there would probably be a bullet hole in the heads of the four of them in the next second.
After each picking up a broken piece of wood to use as a weapon, the four people returned to the wooden house one after another. When they found the strong man sitting on a stool in the center of the wooden house, they immediately surrounded him quietly.
Under the bloodthirsty gazes of the four people, the strong man suddenly said in a stiff tone: "I don't recommend that you attack me, as this will lead to devastating results."
Unfortunately, the strong man's dissuasion did not arouse the predator's attention, but instead aroused the other party's ferocity.
"boom!"
He knocked the wooden board in his hand hard on the strong man's Tianling Cap, and looked at the blood slowly dripping from the other man's forehead. The predator, who was not satisfied yet, raised the wooden board high again, intending to send his benefactor on his way.
However, the next second, the man holding the board high felt pain in his chest, and the other three people were horrified to find that the strong man had directly punched his companion's chest with his bare hands. And in the other party's blood-stained hands, a heart was beating slowly, as if it didn't know that it had left the owner's body.
Driven by fear, the three people fled the cabin crying and howling, but how could they outrun the strong man who was as fast as flying. Soon, the only remaining survivor crawled to the bonfire that had not been extinguished, pulled out a torch and waved it wildly, as if this method of driving away wild beasts could make strong men retreat. .
When the scattered sparks fell on the strong man's clothes, the blazing flames quickly engulfed the other man's body. Just when the survivor thought he had successfully killed the terrifying guy, he found that the other person was just standing there quietly, shrouded in blazing flames, and his scarlet eyes were staring at him as he put down the torch.
"You, what kind of monster are you!?"
When the clothes on the strong man were burned off, the survivors who were too frightened and exhausted looked at the man's charred body and the obvious mechanical structure under the peeling skin, and screamed in despair.
It's a pity that no one can answer the questions he had before his death, even if he searched the entire radiation world.
Because what stood in front of him at this time was a killing machine from another world, the first controlled biological infiltration unit created by the extinct artificial intelligence "Skynet".
T-800 Terminator.
