Chapter 154: Food

A few minutes later, Lin Xiang and his group walked into the tent to sit down. Based on his own experience, Borg also silently evaluated these strange reinforcements from afar.

There is no doubt that they are very rich - those smooth and beautiful clothes are of excellent texture, exquisite workmanship, and complex patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collars. Their weapons and equipment are excellent, especially the extremely precious combat vehicles...the number is terrible. Compared with these guys, the Silver Locomotive Party is simply a group of extremely poor beggars.

The more careful the observation, the stronger the shock and fear in Borg's heart. According to the standards of the values ​​of the wilderness refugees, these people have enough things to buy the entire Letcher tribe.

The more this happened, the more Borg felt calm. The heart that had been hanging high since he saw Wang Daxia finally slowly sank and returned to its original position.

Under normal circumstances, the rich are generally not interested in the property of the poor. Just like the rich man who drove a Mercedes-Benz BMW in the old era, hugging beautiful women and enjoying aged wine, would never want to grab the broken bowl of the beggar on the roadside, and pick up the rotten rice that overnight from it and chew it with relish.

Of course, there are exceptions for everything - mentally ill people are not ruled out among the rich, and they will make such horrifying special actions.

No matter from any perspective, Lin Xiang is not like a madman.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you for your selfless help. Yinyue City is our true friend. Thank you-"

Borg's attitude was very enthusiastic, and the gratitude between his words was extremely strong. He even squeezed out a few drops of turbid tears from the corners of his eyes, and combined with the powerful thank you, it was enough to make people feel his sincerity.

Language and physical performances do not cost any cost. If necessary, Borg is not hesitant to offer more sweet words of thanks. As for actual compensation and rewards... this is not within his consideration.

Lin Xiang had a faint smile on his face, neither talking nor speaking actively - Borg was right, he was indeed not very interested in the Lecher tribe. The number of refugees collected in Yinyue City has exceeded 70,000, and the more than 1,000 people in the camp are not the same as that.

This is Wang Daxia's home court. As a survivor with the memory of the same era, Lin Xiang must help him fulfill his last wish.

"Where is Kudaizi?" Wang Daxia's question was very direct.

Borg looked at him slowly, and a little lazy and careless appeared on his face. In the past few years, he had become accustomed to calling this man named "fool". Although he was not sure what kind of connection had happened between the messenger he sent and Yinyue City, in Borg's eyes, the honest and honest Wang Dasha was still a pawn under his control.

It is obviously not the time to care about these things. Although he was a little unhappy, Borg waved to the guard standing next to him. A few minutes later, a woman wearing a white linen robe with a concave figure, a white skin, and a particularly fat breasts and buttocks look very fat for a moment. She bent down and walked into the tent, looked at Wang Daxia with a little joy, walked to him gently, and sat down.

Wang Daxia stretched out his body and looked at Borg sitting opposite him with a smile: "How many times have you and your son fucked this woman during the time I was away?"

Borg's face changed slightly, and he frowned and scolded, "I promised you that no one will touch your wife again from now on."

"She is not my wife--" Wang Daxia obviously was not willing to give up this topic and continued to make amazing words.

The tent suddenly became silent, and the atmosphere became a little stagnant under the influence of silence.

At this moment, Wang Dasha had become the only focus in the tent. But he didn't care about the countless falling on his body, the fiery gaze on his face, and even more ignoring the sarcastic and hostile face, as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

Borg stared coldly at the man who had been hoped by him, and his son Booz was right - this guy who looked like a fool was not as stupid as he looked.

Borg didn't understand why Wang Daxia chose to talk about Kudaizi at this time? Yes, he said it right, but what can this prove? The leader of the clan has absolute power of life and death over the refugees. This damn world is not like the old times, with various types of entertainment options to choose from. Sex is the only pastime for refugees. Compared with those dirty, ugly, rough-skinned women, Kudaizi is indeed a good person with white skin. It's not that I deliberately wanted to bully honest people, but that I really don't have a more suitable partner for sex.

Fools are often able to speak shocking language. Just like now, "She is not my wife"... What does this sentence mean?

Bog had a gloomy face, his cold eyes avoided Lin Xiang and others, and directly shot Wang Dasha: "Enough, you can say anything later. Now is not the time to talk about this."

"She is really not my wife."

Wang Daxia, who was full of honest face, shook his head stubbornly, raised his right hand and pointed at Kudaizi sitting next to him, and said in an inquisitive and honest tone: "If you don't believe it, you can ask her."

The focus of her eyes once again shifted as her words. The woman sitting on the felt was obviously not used to such an overly formal occasion. She bowed in a little panic, with two blush on her cheeks that instantly affected her ears, and said stutteringly without losing her clarity: "That... Wang Jun is right, I, I am indeed not his wife."

Borg's face changed slightly. He really couldn't understand Wang Daxia's thinking. The wasteland world was different from the old era with rigorous order. Things like the Marriage Law had no binding force on refugees in the wilderness. As long as both parties recognized it, men and women were actually husband and wife. The whole set of complex and complicated procedures of love rings and wedding cakes could be all reduced. The basis for judging whether a man is excellent is the identity of money, mansions, sports cars, etc. in the old era

The sign turns into a more intuitive amount of food - if you pay a piece of bread, a woman will take the initiative to take off her clothes in front of you. If you have ten pieces of bread, she will follow you and help you boil water and cook water to warm the bed. If you have a hundred pieces of bread, the number of women who will automatically follow you will become two, three, or even more. This law does not specifically refer to it for women. If you are particularly strong, you can often see several handsome men licking her butt.

Like the old days, wasteland is all about matter. As long as there is enough food, you can have hundreds of beautiful girls and pretty faces. "Husband" and "wife" are just a general term. A lover who is lying in bed today may be huddled in someone else's arms tomorrow to play the most primitive physiological game. In the eyes of refugees, it does not matter whether the man and woman are husband and wife. The key to the problem is - how much food is there to maintain this interdependent relationship.

Wang Daxia repeatedly noted this point...what exactly did he want to do?

Borg couldn't see through and couldn't figure it out. But for some reason, he had a very bad premonition.

"Because she is not my wife, I never ejaculate in her vagina." Wang Daxia twisted his thick arms, and his whole body exuded a strong muscle aura. When he said this, he always had an honest and honest smile on his face.

Borg's face suddenly turned pale, and he subconsciously recalled the conversation between him and Booz a few weeks ago.

Sure enough, Wang Daxia spoke in an equally sincere tone and said the second half of the content that had not yet ended: "Kudaizi has been pregnant all the time, and those babies are not my children. Judging from the source of the semen, they should belong to other men in this camp. Of course, they also include you, as well as your son, nephew, and brother..."

A large drop of cold sweat penetrated from Borg's wrinkled forehead. His eyes twitched, and his face was as pale as a dead person. He trembled uncontrollably from the end of his fingers and then spread to his entire body. He shook so hard that the violent frequency had exceeded the control range. Even Lin Xiang, who was sitting next to him, could clearly hear the "Dede" sound of violent collisions from his mouth.

He finally understood why Wang Daxia always looked leisurely and contented whenever the men in the camp abused Kudaizi. Even when he rode on Kudaizi, the man would stand by and watch and study.

"In the past few years in the camp, Kudaizi gave birth to twelve babies. If I remember correctly, ten of them were eaten as snacks by you. Haha! Dear Mr. Borg, when you taste the tender and delicious baby meat, you probably never dreamed that you would chew it in your mouth and eat it into your body, and then turn into shit in your intestines. In the end, the things that were pulled out of your stomach were actually your own son and younger relatives, right?" Wang Daxia's voice was very loud, and even those who were guarding outside the tent could hear it.

The solemn silence like death enveloped Borg. He felt unprecedented fear, his heart became cold and gradually sinking. He tried his best to keep himself calm, but he could not violate the wishes of the supervisor of the brain. The nerves of anger and shame were mixed with nerves of anger and shame were trembling violently at the edge of collapse. A large number of hormones secreted by the organs in his body cut like a sharp knife, stimulating the body. The turbid eyes were instantly filled with blood, and a bright red and fierce light ejaculation emanated from the center of his pupils. He took a deep breath, like a hungry beast that was about to be crazy, squeezed out a few vague and cold words from the cracks of his teeth: "... why... do you... do this?"

"I did nothing-"

Wang Daxia, with clear eyes, spread his hands flat: "I have never let you rape this woman, nor have you asked you to have sex with her. You are going to bring her into your tent. At that time, your subordinates and son even pointed guns and knives at my head. What can I say? Tell you that she and I are not husband and wife? Or give you a physical hygiene section so that you can understand that having sex will make women pregnant? You should know more about these principles than me, isn't it right?"

"Bastard, you have never told me that she is pregnant with my son--" Borg, with a ferocious face, roared like a wild beast, and his saliva splattered on Lin Xiang who was sitting next to him. The latter did not express dissatisfaction with this rude behavior, but just took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped it gently unhappily.

"You haven't asked me." Wang Daxia's voice was very calm. He did not lie, it was indeed the case.

Borg felt a dizzy feeling in his mind. He widened his eyes, stretched his fingers, and inserted them hard into the depths of his hair. He let out a hysterical roar in his throat. He stood up from the soft felt and staggered around the tent. He tried his best to tear the fabric on his chest, revealing his thin body and two rows of ribs tightly covered under his muscles. His sharp nails were carved on the surface of his skin, grabbing shocking blood marks. The strong and crazy movements quickly exhausted all his strength. He gasped for breath, and could only grab the curtain that had fallen from the top of the tent, sat on the ground, and gave him a weak retching.

Wang Daxia took out a military-made "Special Six" pistol from his waist, skillfully pulled the barrel, strode to Borg, and pushed the cold and hard muzzle against the back of his head.

Borg's eyes were almost covered by the old and shrunk skin. He tried his best to support his body, and screamed in a hoarse voice full of fear and despair, "...you, do you really want to kill me?"

The situation is already very obvious. The powerful reinforcements in Yinyue City are not here to help the Lecher tribe, they cannot stand on their side.

Wang Daxia looked at him strangely: "Why can't I kill you?"

"I, I haven't eaten your child-"

Borg searched for words that could change the current situation. His miserable eyes were circling back and forth on Lin Xiang and others. He hugged Wang Daxia's legs tightly and begged mercilessly: "You, you said yourself, she is not your wife... In other words, there is no conflict of grudges and conflicts between me and you-"

He smiled faintly, Wang Daxia's hand holding the gun was as moving as a rock: "You are right, but I just want to kill you. Just like when you want to rape that woman, there is no need for reasons."

"No--"

Borg's voice suddenly increased, and his sharp howl seemed to penetrate people's eardrums: "My people will not let you go, I have a son, Booz will avenge me-"

"Yeah?"

Wang Daxia frowned slightly, and his face still had an indifferent smile. The moment he pulled the trigger heavily, he added an answer to Borg's last question.

"I'll kill him."

...

The dry and cold wind whistled through the wilderness, bringing up countless withered yellow and thin grass leaves, and mud fishy emanating from the depths of the soil with a faint smell of corruption.

A dense stream of people winds over from the wilderness in the distance. The worn and messy clothes were obviously difficult to resist the coolness of early autumn. They surrounded each other, hugged or carried, and under the escort of armored vehicles on both sides, they formed an irregular strip pattern. The front end pointed to the Hidden Moon City on the horizon. At the end, it seemed as if the water marks gradually disappeared under the sunlight, leaving the bloody and death campsite little by little.

In the dirty camp, abandoned debris and chaotic wheels and footprints were everywhere. The useful things have been plundered by the refugees, and the only thing left is the memories and filth that have been slowly erased over time.

A wooden stake as thick as an arm propped up Borg's body from the ground. The sharp stake tip pierced the skin and muscles, penetrated upward from the back waist, and penetrated from the part near the throat. At first glance, the whole person seemed to be common in seafood restaurants in the old era, bent into a "c" shape.

There are many wooden stakes hanging with corpses. They stand erect around Borg. The hanging dead include the entire camp's upper echelons. Butz, confidants, relatives... hundreds of staggered and hard corpses stand silently in the wind, forming a forest of corpses emitting strong blood.

Cut the grass and remove the roots.

...

Sitting in the shaking armored carriage, looking at the exhausted refugee following the rear of the car, Lin Xiang suddenly asked Wang Daxia, who was sitting next to him: "Who is that woman?"

He refers to Kudaizi.

Wang Daxia had a lit "marlboro" in his rough hand. He took a hard breath and said lightly: "I don't know."

Lin Xiang glanced at him, his eyes full of questions.

"From out of the medical cabin, ate that pot of meat in the wilderness, I walked far in the wilderness. In a small town with water, I met that woman."

The wind blew up Wang Daxia's gray hair, covered with frost marks, and a faint melancholy appeared on his face, "That night, I tricked her out of town, used steel bars to light her head and knocked her out, and fucked her hard."

"Why?" Lin Xiang frowned.

Finally, he took a sip of the nearly burnt cigarette and popped the unburned cigarette butts far away. Wang Daxia cleared a mouthful of thick phlegm from his throat: "She is a Japanese."
Chapter completed!