The long and straight lines of the mountains connect the distant sky with the ground. The wilderness is surrounded by dense clouds, and the two thick and dull peaks are silent in the center of the horizon, like the eyes of a dead monster, greedily scanning all the creatures within their sight.

Three staggering figures staggered from the west of the wilderness. The heavy steps stepped on the soft sandy surface, making a crunching sound.

Leading the lead was a middle-aged man with a tall figure and thin body. He was wearing a shabby suit full of stains. The large area of ​​fabric had melted, and the sleeve on the left was completely peeled off, revealing a light blue shirt covered with rips and cracks. The brown and gray pants on the lower body were severely worn, and the knees were completely penetrated, revealing two yellow and black dry skin. He was wearing a tourist shoe covered with mud and had a gap at the front, and a few tattered cloth strips were wrapped around his right foot, barely protecting the naked soles to minimize contact with the ground.

A woman wrapped in a thick felt cloth walked on the right side not far from him. She was struggling to walk, and her physical strength seemed to be completely overdrawn. Her violent gasps forced her to pull down the black cloth covering her nose and labia, and breathed the oxygen she urgently needed from the cold air. Compared to the man next to her, her figure was even thinner. Especially the joints standing upright at both ends of her cheeks, against the backdrop of the shrinking and sunken muscles, her whole face looked like a foreskin skull on the verge of starvation.

On the left side of the man is a thin figure wrapped in a black felt blanket. Judging from his figure, he should be around eight or nine years old. Compared to the two adults, he wears thicker and has better clothes. Although it doesn't fit well, it can ensure sufficient warmth.

Obviously, adults care far more for their children than for themselves.

The man took a difficult step and could see that he wanted to walk as fast as possible, but his thin body and severely exhausted physical strength did not allow him to do so. He tightened his hands tightly and staggered forward, as if he was drunk, leaving a string of crooked footprints behind him.

Their faces were terrible white, and under the dusty eyelashes, their eyes were covered with dense red blood. The white hot air exhaled between their mouths and noses was as heavy as those of asthma patients who had been cured for a long time. Their dry and cracked lips kept trembling slightly in the slightly cold air. Through scars covering the surface that had already condensed into scabs, you could clearly see tender red fresh meat films that were forked like branches.

The man took out a plastic bottle with a flat shape and barely "bleach" from his backpack. He unscrewed the clean bottle cap and subconsciously swallowed the throat as if it was burned by flames, but handed the bottle to the woman next to him.

The light blue bottle seemed to be full of infinite temptation. The woman's dull eyes suddenly released an unprecedented desire and unexpected look. She reached out to take the bottle, hesitated for a moment, and with a trace of rather uncomfortable struggle and decisiveness, she licked her dry lips with her dry tongue, turned around and handed the bottle to the child opposite her.

"Drink!"

The woman's voice was too weak and hoarse, but it was obvious that the kindness with a pleasant nature could be heard.

A tender little face appeared from the black brie that wrapped around her head.

The child's skin is very rough, which is the most direct manifestation of mild radiation. Although there are some faint stains on his face, he has beautiful eyebrows and a firm nose bridge. In his clear eyes, he has firmness and persistence that is inconsistent with his age.

When you approach the bottle, you can smell a faint smell of chemical preparations. The liquid contained in it is a faint old smell, but it still maintains a drinking level. A small amount of residual bleach can keep the water quality from rotting for a long time. Although they come from the old era nearly a hundred years ago, they still retain a little effect they should have. At least, it is much better than the radiated yellow-green rotting water that can be seen everywhere in the wilderness.

There is very little water in the bottle, and you can make a hollow sound by shaking it gently.

This is their last water.

The child only took a sip and handed the bottle back to the man's hand. It was not sweet, but the precious liquid slowly soaked the body that was urgently needed to replenish water. The energy generated caused the muscles and bones to burst out stronger power, and the boy's nearly solidified footsteps also walked faster.

"We have to go faster! Quick!"

The man said in a weak tone. He endured the soreness and pain caused by excessive fatigue to his muscles, took a swaying footstep, dragged the woman and child tightly on his hands, and struggled to move forward. His body had already reached the critical point of collapse, thirst, hunger, fatigue... Countless negative effects rushed to occupy the muscles and nerves, and swallowed insignificant energy unscrupulously. He tortured him to the point of dying and almost numb.

But he still moved forward mechanically.

The danger from behind is approaching.

If there is enough water and a little food to replenish energy, you may be able to escape. Unfortunately, they have nothing but their exhausted body.

A rushing footsteps came from a distance behind him. Due to distance, the sound sounded a little blurry. A few minutes later, the impact between the soles of the shoes and the ground was clearly visible. There were also brief conversations and heavy breathing, which were intertwined and rushed towards this side.

Judging from the location and sound source, the number of pursuers should be around five people.

The man's face suddenly turned pale. He tried hard to tighten the woman and the child, and an inexplicable force suddenly emerged from his body, urging him to move forward like a crazy wild horse on the dead shrubs and semi-dry ground. Looking from behind, his crooked body was still shaking powerlessly, but his feet were moving faster than before.

Unfortunately, this speed is not enough compared to the energetic pursuers.

A black figure jumped out of the bushes and ran forward with a sprint of a hundred meters, rushing to a few meters in front of more than three escapees. Then he stopped, gasped, and blocked their way forward.

This is a tall and strong man, wrapped in a black combat suit, and his whole body highlights the solidity of an iron tower. The white cheeks with European race were twisted due to anger. In his thick palms covered with light yellow hair, he held a bullet-filled m16 imitation rifle.

"Damn yellow pig! Run! Keep running, bastard-"

The strong man roared angrily, waved the weapon in his hand, walked up in an exaggerated body posture, raised the butt of his right hand high, and smashed the middle-aged man's thin head hard. As the heavy impact and shrill screams merged, two broken teeth broke out from the man's lips, and with a bright red sticky bloodline, it flew far into the pile of rocks several meters away.

"Jack, be fucking gentle. Only living slaves can be sold at a price, and dead people can only sell them to meat purchase stations. Then you can make a lot of money-"

With a burst of creeping in the bushes, a man in a black combat suit and burly figure appeared in the sight of the runaway. His neck and face were covered with raised muscles, and several scars of different shapes were intertwined, making his whole body look even more ferocious.

He had only one eye - a black strap tied obliquely to his forehead, which just covered the location of his left eye.

At the same time, three other pursuers have also appeared. They slowly gathered from their respective directions, forming an irregular circle, surrounding the three desperate escapees in the center.

The stout man named Jack hesitated for a moment and put the butt stock back to its original position. The anger in his heart was obviously not calmed down. In order to vent, he raised his right foot, stepped on the heavy and dirty military boots on the face of the dying man, crushed the other party's head into the loose sand, and shouted angrily like a beast: "It actually caused me to chase such a long way. If it weren't for the sake of money, I would cut off your waist and stir-fry it with wine-"

"Enough, eliminate the fire, there is no need to be unable to get over money!"

The one-eyed man strode forward, grabbed the woman's thin arm, and ruthlessly tore open the felt cloth wrapped around her head. He pinched her bones with his thick fingers and pulled them down hard. After taking a closer look, he smiled cruelly: "I look average, but I don't have radiation disease, so I should be able to sell for a good price."

As he said that, he squatted down and grabbed the boy who was hunching behind the woman with the same rough force. He grabbed the part of the black blanket near the collar with both hands, and tore it hard, pulling the entire blanket into scattered pieces. The boy's upper body was slightly yellow, slightly white and tender, and he was immediately completely exposed to the cold air.

"It's okay, Jace should like this kind of boy with a good look. He had a minor surgery to cut off his testicles and used hormones for a few years and was a charming beauty."

As he said that, the one-eyed man spat out loud: "Damn, we work hard, and the money we get can't keep up with this guy's reward for doing surgery to sell the girl. This ghost world is so fucking unfair-"

He then took out a bundle of rope from his backpack and threw it to the feet of a man in black next to him: "Tie them all up, tie them tightly, move faster, and try to rush back to the camp before sunset."

The ragged man was picked up from the sand, and the strong rope tied his weak arms behind him. Maybe he was worried about his escape again! The strong man in black wrapped a rope as thick as a finger around his neck, leaving only room to barely breathe, tied it, and then pulled the excess rope head to the woman, and tied it tightly to the part tied to her... Finally, the thin boy was tied with his hands and tied it with his parents, forming an irregular straight line.

Compared with the woman with a sad face, the man's face was filled with almost numb despair. The place where his teeth were smashed and his lips had become purple-black and swollen. He did not beg for mercy or speak, and his unswerving eyes flew past the slave-catching man walking in front of him and kept heading towards the vast and blurry mountains in the distance.

He knew very well what a terrible ending would be if it fell into the hands of these guys - especially the fierce one-eyed man, who could not understand it very well.

Thinking of this, his whole body couldn't help but tremble. He had no courage to think about it any longer. The only thing he could do was to silently accept this painful but unchangeable tragic fate.

Suddenly, the weak and weak man's chest swelled like a balloon, and his slender neck suddenly became thicker. The rope across its surface made a dense mark between the flesh. He plucked up the last strength of his body, and burst into a miserable wailing burst out from his back to the sky.

"Help! Save us-"

The sudden change shocked the armed slave-captors who escorted the captives. They quickly dispersed, bowed their waists, raised their weapons to their chests, and searched and inspected the deserted wilderness through the direction of their guns. It was not until they confirmed that there was no potential danger that they returned to the team with a sudden sense of false alarm and anger of being deceived.

"What the hell are you calling-"

The one-eyed man roared angrily, stretched out his thick arms and grabbed the middle-aged man's collar and shook it violently, pointing at the woman tied beside him, and cursing in a threatening tone: "No one will come to save you even if you scream, save your energy to walk faster. Otherwise, I will let everyone here turn the bitch all over in front of you. Although she looks average, she has no dirty and rotten diseases. For women who can get free, we are generally not picky about food."

The middle-aged man was completely desperate. He even thought of committing suicide. It was much better to fall into the hands of these people and die than to be alive.

The sky gradually dimmed, and the heavier twilight fell on the vast land. The surrounding scenery seemed to be completely solidified, clusters of shrubs looked exactly the same, and the mountains in the distance were only blurred black lines.

The wind has become colder.

In the distant darkness, two dazzling white lights suddenly lit up, shaking directly towards this small team with few people.

The one-eyed man frowned and raised his left hand to a position flush with his forehead, covering the too strong light with his extended palms.

Through the gap between his fingers, he had already seen that they were two balls of high-power headlights that were too bright. As the distance got closer, the dazzling light ball became larger and larger, and he could even see clearly a row of strong light from the blurred body and roof. The car was moving very fast. Even in the wild, he could still feel the roar and wildness of the engine from the vibration of the sand and stones on the ground.

Like a swift wind, thick and strong tires savagely crushed the fragile shrubs, countless tiny sand and stones flew on both sides of the ruts. With the sour brake friction, the huge off-road vehicle directly crushed a spacious avenue on the soft ground, and finally stopped a few meters away from the slave hunting team. The engine was still roaring arrogantly.

Lin Xiang pulled his right hand on the trigger of the ak100, pointed the black muzzle diagonally towards the ground, pushed open the car door with his left hand, bent his feet slightly, walked down from the driver's seat, and stood steadily on the wet sand.

The one-eyed man's face turned pale. Although he tried hard to control his emotions, his body was still trembling involuntarily.

He knew very well what it meant to own a vehicle in this era of poor supplies.

This is not an ordinary off-road vehicle. Not only are there bulletproof armor around the body, but there is also a heavy machine gun with a caliber of 12.7 mm on the roof. Judging from the parts that cannot be named on the surface of the gun body, this thing can be operated remotely. What is most frightening is that the thick muzzle is aiming at the position where you are.

Vehicles and weapons represent power and strength. This is the most basic cognition of the wilderness residents.

There is only one person on the other side, but the one-eyed man does not think that he has the advantage. There are too many incredible things in this radiation-filled world. People who dare to drive through the wilderness alone at night are definitely much scarier than they look on the outside.

Although, this stranger suddenly appeared, his skin on his face was even tenderer than the most beautiful girl in the bar.

"Hi! The weather is so good, isn't it?"

The one-eyed man with rich experience quickly made a judgment. He put the m16 in his hand on his shoulder, and used his thick fingers to find two wrinkled cigarettes from his pocket. He estimated that he walked to a place almost half a meter away from Lin Xiang, picked up one and greeted him enthusiastically at any time with a swearing mouth, as if an old friend who had not seen him for a long time was chatting with each other.

He did not feel any supernatural aura from Lin Xiang, but saw that the other party was wearing a high-end combat suit with exquisite workmanship and excellent texture. With the help of the light emitted by the light from the headlights, he could even clearly see the high-elastic rubber protective device installed on his knees and elbows. This outfit alone is not comparable to the rough clothing made of linen on his body.

Once again, the eyes proved with excellent vision that simple mental sensing ability is not enough to be trusted.

"Are you mercenaries? Which company?"

Lin Xiang, who had a calm face, took the cigarette and glanced at the sign on the left chest of the other party's combat uniform - it was a shield pattern inserted into it from the left and right sides by two cavalry sabers.

"We are mercenaries of Ferdinand." The one-eyed man also saw the mercenary nameplate hanging around the other party's neck. He was so calm that he lit a match, lit it for himself and Lin Xiang, and then took out his ID card from his pocket and handed it over.

"Andre Kwallad. He is affiliated with Ferdinand Company and a B-class mercenary."
Chapter completed!