Chapter 75: Crazy

west?

There are no nouns similar to those of the old era on the map of this era. Lin Xiang can only draw a new floor plan based on the memories deep in his thinking and various information and information he has mastered.

Taking the ruins of Pingdingshan City that I have been to as a reference, it can be inferred that the land under my feet should belong to Henan Province in the old era. According to the direction pointed by Xuman, the map of Chinese provinces in the old era was used as the route, and we walked towards the northwest - Shaanxi, Gansu, Ningxia, Qinghai, Xinjiang...

Xinjiang?

This simple and unconventional word instantly activates Lin Xiang’s closed Civic like an electric shock. The scenes of the past are played back in my mind like a movie: the attack of mutants, the retreat of Chengdu, the difficult transfer of millions of refugees... The final destination is Xinjiang.

It was once one of the sparsely populated provinces in China in the old era. If military value and population size were used purely as reference for attacks, most areas of Xinjiang Province were mountains and wilderness. In other words, even if the entire Chinese territory was saturated, it would not be included in the key targets like densely populated eastern cities.

Maybe, there are more survivors there...

The bar is still full of decadence and despair. Lin Xiang's seemingly calm heart is beating happily with the intense drum beats. He has a faint feeling that the west side should be the place of hope in his dream.

"In exchange, should you answer me a question too?" Suddenly, Hugman burped loudly and stared at him seriously.

"What do you want to know?" Lin Xiang responded calmly, without evading the other party's gaze at all.

A strange pale flashed across Ximan's face, as if hesitant, and with a complicated expression of excitement and hesitation. After a while, he slowly opened his lips and asked in a rather awkward but firm tone: "...Can you tell me what it feels like to have a mother?"

"What did you say?" Lin Xiang turned around and looked into his eyes unexpectedly.

"You said you have parents." Hughman's tone suddenly became a little weird. It was obviously mixed with a bit of enthusiasm and expectation: "In an abandoned old-time library, I found several books that were not completely decayed. There was a very philosophical saying mentioned above."

"Oh? What is it?" Lin Xiang shook the small amount of wine in the cup, and used a friendly smile to represent the expression of a friendly smile, covering the vigilance and hostility hidden at the bottom.

Hugman is indeed a good person to get along with. But that doesn't mean that people sitting at a table and drinking can become friends.

After all, he is a skeleton warrior. The Knights are his eternal mortal enemy. From this perspective, he should also be counted as his opponent.

"That sentence is very short, but it is deeply engraved in my mind like an imprint that cannot be forgotten." Hughman took a big sip of wine and moaned with a slight anesthetic moan that was dissolved into the blood: "Mom's arms are the warmest place in the world... Lin, what does it feel like to have a mother?"

Lin Xiang looked at him calmly, and there was a faint sense of indescribable loss and regret in his flowing eyes.

Copy people have no parents. They were born from test tubes, which can be said to be the product of the combination of machines and technology.

A copyist wants to regain the feeling of having a mother...

The bar was still noisy, with thick smoke and pungent alcohol filling every corner, and the dancer's fleshy body and the man's desire were entangled in fierce collisions. On Hugman's face with clear lines, there was a kind of sadness that made Lin Xiang remember deeply.

"Mom...What a wonderful word!"

A row of bungalows with ordinary appearance stands in the southeast corner of the d212 base.

Push open the wooden door with a metal frame and you will find that this is a large room covering an area of ​​more than 100 square meters.

The square white tiles covered every corner of the floor. The newly painted lime on the wall emitted a pungent dusty smell. On the ceiling of the same color, a blazing lamp with a simple shape but released too strong light was hung on it.

When Lin Xiang walked into the room, the naked Cajetano was leaning on the soft leather sofa, with his hands and feet spreading open. A woman with a very good figure was also lying naked next to his knees, letting her master comb her hairless back like a docile cat.

This is the highest commander of the d212 base - Hermandez Cajetano.

He is very tall and thin. His body stretched into the Chinese character "big" and slumped softly against the surface of the spacious sofa like a doll made of dead wood. There are very few muscles raised from the skin, and the sides of his thin face are raised high and protruding as if they can pierce the joints of the epidermis at any time. The high bridge of the nose makes the wrinkled eye sockets look deeper and deeper, and the shadows falling from the eyebrow bones completely block the exposed part of the eyeball. The too thin body makes him look more like a mummy rather than a living person.

On the back of the chair in front of the desk next to it, there was a wrinkled light gray skull uniform hanging down. From the gap in the folds of the clothes, you could barely see a rectangular badge with a five-star shape on the white background. This shows that the owner of the clothes was a skeleton knight with the rank of lieutenant.

"You're the mercenary who saved the Hugman team?"

Cajetano's face was sickly pale. His mouth was thin and dry, but he had a strange bright red that did not match it. Especially his voice was hoarse like a shipwreck survivor who had not drunk water for a long time and could die at any time.

"B-level mercenary. This is my license." Lin Xiang nodded, took out the identification card from his chest pocket, stood upright between his right hand, stretching out flat.

The Skeleton Knight stared at him with no intention of diverting his sight and taking a look at the card. He seemed to be feeling something, the air in the room was as dull as if it was dead... Suddenly, he seemed to be hit by high-voltage electric shock, and suddenly bounced up from the sofa with a trembling body. Without any warning, he took out a large-caliber m500 revolver from the side, pointed directly at Lin Xiang, and pulled the trigger hard.

The huge gunshot echoed in the room like thunder. The powerful bullets released a strong and choking smoke, completely submerging the smell of lime emitted from the walls. Four terrible bullet holes the size of wine cups tightly covered Lin Xiang from the left and right sides, like an invisible shackle, elusive, but actually existed.

"This gun feels so fucking good. I love this savage power."

Cajetano moaned, closing his eyes slightly, and stroking his naked body with his slender fingers back and forth with his naked body surface like a narcissist. His thin arms seemed to be injected with external energy, twisting around his chest and abdomen like a flexible snake. With this simple touch between the skin and the body, his expression became more and more excited, and the rhythm of his head and body twisting became more and more crazy. His long nails pierced the soft flesh and suddenly showed thin marks of blood.

Lin Xiang watched this scene silently. His muscles were tight and his hands were placed in the most suitable position to draw the gun. Any abnormal movements of the other party could not escape his subtle observation of his eyes.

Cajetano's strength is not strong, and the parasitic aura emitted only meets the one-star standard. Killing him is easy.

Lin Xiang didn't want to act rashly. This is a base where the Knights are equipped with heavy troops, and there are hundreds of armed soldiers outside. Although they can rely on powerful superpowers to escape, it is not in line with their intention to hide their identity.

Only by pretending to lurk within the opponent's camp can the most powerful destructive power burst out at critical moments.

Lin Xiang’s purpose is very clear - starting from the bottom, climbing to the top of the Knights’ power step by step.

Holding power means mastering more resources and strength, and it is also more conducive to hiding one's identity.

When the messenger found himself, he only said that the base garrison commander wanted to talk to him. If this rough and barbaric method could be considered part of the conversation, Lin Xiang could only classify Cajetano as a special group of people with poor mental conditions.

Judging from the current situation, this Skeleton Knight, who is obviously abused and abused, must have been a resident of a mental hospital in the old era.

"A gun is a toy used to kill people."

Cajetano's voice was a little feminine. He suddenly grabbed the woman's hair lying on the sofa roughly. Without waiting for the other party to scream, he lifted her soft neck and leaned close to his mouth. He suddenly opened his thin lips, aimed his snow-white and sharp teeth at the fragile blood vessels and bit it down hard. Bright red and sticky liquid splattered on his face, dyeing his pale skin with a bloody red color.

Lin Xiang finally understood where the weird red color on the skeleton knight's lips came from.

"boom--"

The powerful 50 Magnum bullet knocked the woman's beautiful head into pieces like tofu. Her weak body lies tilted on the ground, and a huge crack extending to her chest exploded in the center of her shoulders. Under the strong and dazzling light, the heart as big as a fist was beating desperately through the expansion wound that emitted a burst of hot air. Every time she squeezed, a sauce-colored liquid would gush out of the broken blood vessels.

Her body was not completely dead yet. Her trembling hands and feet, under the last instinct of the nerves, twitched, stretched, and bent in all directions rhythmically but meaninglessly...

He bent down and stretched his slender arms into the abdominal cavity of the dead, pulling out his soft and slippery intestines and wrapping around his thin neck like a bath belt. Cajetano's pale face suddenly showed an unprecedented smile of satisfaction.

Looking at Cajetano who reached orgasm, Lin Xiang felt a twitching slightly at the corners of his eyes.

He finally understood why Colonel Evans and Hugman talked about their superiors in that strange and hateful tone. At that time, they were not talking about a person at all, but about a beast, the dirtiest and the most humble moldy sausage.

Cajetano's straight eyes released a gaze that seemed to have taken too much drugs. He rubbed the corpse and instrument on the ground hard, walked slowly to the desk, opened the drawer, took out five thick bullets, and stuffed them into the emptied rotor of the m500. He pressed the epizer on the desktop, and a few minutes later, two skeleton soldiers with live ammunition pushed open the door and walked in.

"Clean and clean the floor-"

Cajetano lit a cigarette, pointed at the scattered corpse casually, turned his eyes to Lin Xiang who was standing next to him, and said calmly: "Sorry, I was too excited just now. Please don't be surprised."

Lin Xiang nodded expressionlessly. Cajetano, who had vented, was somewhat a normal person. However, his naked body and blood all over his body showed that he was obviously a patient with confusing thinking.

“I like dealing with mercenaries.”

Cajetano didn't even look at the busy skeleton warrior next to him. He picked up a white dry towel from the table, and carefully wiped the blood on his fingers like a secluded and gentle woman: "Did you scare you? Haha! It's just a copyist. If you like it, I'll ask someone to come in and accompany you now."

At this moment, he was as gentlemanly as a gentleman.

"Thank you!" Lin Xiang said calmly, his voice sounded full of pleasant magnetic: "I wonder what's wrong with the Commander looking for me?"

"Half a month ago, we set up an outpost on the other side of the valley." Cajetano held the cigarette at the corner of his mouth, reached out and took off his military top from the back of the chair and draped it on his shoulders: "According to the current situation, they are likely to be attacked by religious thugs of "Sword of God". According to that old guy Evans, you are a good guy. I hope... you can help me touch the situation there."

Despite some surprise, Lin Xiang did not show it on his face. Like all the mercenaries who heard the mission, he subconsciously rubbed his hands and asked in a greedy tone: "So, how much is the specific reward?"

"Ten thousand skeleton yuan."

Cajetano raised a finger: "plus upgraded to level A mercenary authority. Of course, all the discoveries or captured people will be handled by yourself. If you perform well, I can also apply to the above and promote you to an official member of the Knights."

Lin Xiang looked at Cajetano's cloudy light blue eyes: "Why did you choose me to perform this mission? As far as I know, there are many powerful soldiers at the d212 base."

"I have read your information. You are a human being who came to this dirty world through normal fertility."

Cajetano took out a bottle of exquisitely packaged perfume from the drawer and carefully applied it to himself. The morbid skin surface soon showed a trace of bloody flush: "I don't like those replicants. They are garbage parasitized on this land. They have no use except as consumables and losses. Even the stupidest pigs are much more noble than them-"

As he said that, he cleared his throat, coughed up a mouthful of sticky phlegm from his throat, and spit it hard on the soldier who was busy cleaning the ground, roaring nervously: "It's not done for so long, get out, get out of here! Go out, call another woman in, go now-"

"I need to add some necessary equipment and ammunition." Lin Xiang found an excuse for leaving. He really didn't want to stay in this bloody, lewd and terrifying room.

"No problem, when I issue a warrant, you can just go find that old bastard Evans."

Cajetano nodded, pulled away the chair and sat down, picked up the pen on the table, and wrote quickly on a blank letter paper with a black skull pattern.

At this time, a woman wearing a light gray uniform, with a good figure, but a pale and desperate face appeared outside the door.

Cajetano's eyes released a blazing gaze like bleeding. He threw the page of the paper he had just signed the name at Lin Xiang, strode to the woman, grabbed her top with both hands, and thrust hard to the left and right, instantly tearing the tough uniform into scattered pieces.

"Turn around and put your hands on the sofa. I'm going to fuck you now-"

The woman was trembling all over. She bent down, supported the arm of the sofa with her arms, and aimed her snow-white and round buttocks at the Skeleton Knight.

With a cruel and excited expression on his face, Cajetano walked forward with a grin, grabbed a handful of fat and tender buttocks with his left hand. Under the almost crazy stimulation and impulse, he picked up the m500 that had just been filled with bullets in his right hand and pointed the thick and cold muzzle at the woman.

Lin Xiang, who had guessed what was about to happen, grabbed the letter paper that had not yet dried from the table, turned around and walked out of the room as fast as possible. Just as the crack of the door was closed, five violent gunshots that even the walls were trembling suddenly came from the room.

“…a lunatic.”
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