[Rudimentary homemade shotgun]
[A simple shotgun made of waste water pipes, steel bars and even wooden blocks. It is slow to load, has poor shooting accuracy, and has extremely low reliability and safety]
[Current condition of the equipment: poor (lack of maintenance) (risk of explosion)]
[Repair value: extremely low]
In Yang Jie's short 24-year life, he has never encountered such a strange situation as now.
A light blue subtitle appeared in front of Yang Jie's eyes.
After squeezing his eyes hard to make sure that he hadn't woken up and was dazzled, Yang Jie felt a little dazed.
What the hell is this?
Why did I suddenly have such a thing in front of me when I opened my eyes?
But now, Yang Jie has no intention of exploring this.
After all, what the light blue subtitle introduced—the thing that could barely be called a "gun"—was pointed at him at the moment, almost touching his forehead.
The gunman was a tall black man, wearing a punk-style worn leather jacket, and a mask made of an unknown animal skull on his face. The strong smell of sweat mixed with the smell of gunpowder all over his body constantly stimulated Yang Jie's nerves.
Kidnapped!
Realizing the seriousness of the problem, cold sweat broke out on Yang Jie's forehead.
He looked at the slightly rusty black muzzle, squirmed his throat, slowly raised his hands, and opened his dry lips:
"Brother, if you have something to say, say it nicely and don't rush..."
"Boom!"
Before Yang Jie could finish speaking, the black man knocked Yang Jie to the ground with the butt of his gun.
"What kind of bird language are you talking about? I can't understand a word of it."
The black man cursed in English while taking out a rope and tying Yang Jie's hands behind his back.
After doing this, he turned his head and said with a smile to his white companion dressed in the same dress:
“I never thought that finding a house to spend the night would yield unexpected results.
Avery, what to do with this kid? Kill directly? "
"Rich, rich! Don't kill me, I'm rich!"
After hearing the black man's words, Yang Jie quickly struggled to sit up and shouted in English before the white man could speak:
"I can pay the ransom! Cash transfer is fine!
Don't worry, brothers, I promise to keep my mouth shut after I get out, and I will never let the police trouble you! "
Hearing Yang Jie's words, the two of them were stunned at the same time, and then burst into harsh laughter.
"Avery, what did he just say? Ransom? Hahaha."
The black man wiped away his tears from laughter, turned his head and knelt down to pat Yang Jie's cheek.
"You have a good sense of humor, ransom?
Do you know who we are? Desert locust!
The gangsters wanted throughout the wasteland! Even if you give us money, where can we spend it? "
Desert locust?
Yang Jie had never heard of this title, let alone what the so-called "Wanted in the Wasteland" meant.
But one thing is clear, that is, these two people are not interested in money.
Wait, wasteland?
Wasteland!
Shouldn't I be in the workshop...
For a moment, Yang Jie recalled the last scene he saw before he opened his eyes.
He was originally a technical department employee of a domestic automobile brand. His daily job was to go to the workshop to cooperate with the workshop director to solve technical problems and feedback the workshop production status to the technical department.
Although the working environment is a bit tough, fortunately, I can get off work on time and the salary is pretty decent.
As an ordinary person, Yang Jie has no greater ambitions.
He is content to live like this: work hard, save money, buy a house, find an ordinary girlfriend, get married and have children, just like ordinary people, and live a boring but peaceful life.
That's how it should be.
However, a sudden fire burned down the workshop and ended Yang Jie's originally peaceful life.
When he closed his eyes, all Yang Jie saw was hot and bright flames and thick smoke everywhere.
So, I am... traveling through time?
That thing just now couldn't be the so-called "system", right?
"Okay, Jesseny, don't talk nonsense to him.
Kill him quickly and drain the blood. "
Before Yang Jie could figure out the situation, the white man twitched slightly, licked his lips, and said:
"It's been a long time since we had meat and fish, so this time we can satisfy our craving."
The black man nodded with a smile, pinched Yang Jie's skin, and echoed:
"This guy is quite fair, with fine skin and tender meat. I think it will taste good."
The two spoke in a calm tone, talking and laughing, sounding like they were talking about an ordinary piece of pork.
But when it fell into Yang Jie's ears, it was like a bolt from the blue.
Are you kidding me?
Are these two people going to eat themselves?
Yang Jie's eyes widened and he looked at the two people in disbelief, holding on to a glimmer of hope and imagining that the two were just joking to scare him.
But the next second, when Yang Jie saw the bloodshot red eyes under the black man's mask, all Yang Jie's fantasies disappeared like bursting bubbles.
Thinking of Avery's inexplicable convulsions like chills just now, a noun appeared in his mind:
Prions.
These two are serious!
After confirming that the two of them were not joking, Yang Jie's heart sank, and his brain was working rapidly, thinking about how to escape from here and avoid the fate of becoming a piece of meat in his belly.
"system?"
Yang Jie tentatively called out in his heart, hoping that the system could give him a novice gift package like what was written in the novel to help him escape from here.
[Old tin kettle]; [Leather gunpowder bag]; [Rusty small hunting knife]...
No matter how Yang Jie called, the light blue subtitles did not respond at all. They just kept introducing the various objects he saw as Yang Jie's eyes shifted.
Like a conscientious explainer.
On the other side, the conversation between the two continued:
"Then let me go and tell the big guy?"
"Are you stupid!"
Avery, who was white, slapped Jesseny hard on the back of the head.
"There are more than 70 people in the gang, how many pieces of meat can we get if they all come to eat? Kill him quickly and take out his intestines. I don't want to eat shit in a while."
Jesseni touched the back of his head, nodded, turned around and took out the rusty dagger pinned to his waist, and reached out to grab Yang Jie's hair.
That's too late!
Seeing that there was no response from the subtitles, Yang Jie no longer placed hope in this system that he didn't know what it could do. He watched Jesseny walk towards him and slowly arched his body.
Giving up has never been Yang Jie's character.
Since the system is useless, it’s all up to you! Even if you die, you can't be like a pig, being slaughtered without any resistance!
Seeing that the dirty black hand was about to catch him, Yang Jie suddenly exerted all his strength and thrust his head into the black man's arms.
"Oh sh*t!"
Jesseni obviously did not expect that this thin Asian man who had been begging for mercy just now would suddenly become violent.
The unprepared black man was suddenly knocked to the ground and stacked on the ground with Yang Jie.
"do not move!"
After reacting, Avery turned his gun and pointed it at Yang Jie, but at this time Yang Jie was entangled with Jesseny, and Avery did not dare to shoot rashly.
Jesseni was pinned under Yang Jie and couldn't move for a moment. It took a lot of effort for him to pull out one hand, and while yelling and cursing, he strangled Yang Jie's neck.
"Boy, I wanted to give you a good time, but you didn't cooperate."
Jesseni smiled ferociously and tightened his arms, spitting a stench from his mouth and gritted his teeth and said:
"You asked for this!"
Yang Jie used all his strength to twist his body, but the black arms were like iron pincers, and no matter how hard Yang Jie struggled, he could not escape.
His breathing was blocked, his heartbeat was speeding up, and Yang Jie's vision began to darken.
Having been buried in a fire not long ago, he knew very well that this was a sign of suffocation.
Is this where it ends?
I just traveled through time and am about to die without doing anything?
Yang Jie's breathing became more and more difficult, his vision became blurry, and the intensity of his struggle became smaller and smaller, until finally it was undetectable.
In a hazy moment, Yang Jie saw the door of the house being kicked open suddenly. Immediately afterwards, a palm-sized cylindrical object flew into the room.
【Shock bomb】
[Thor Industries imitation M48 shock bomb, non-lethal weapon. 】
[Current condition of equipment: Good (about to detonate)]
[Repair value: None]
"Poof!"
