After putting on the protective clothing, Chen Mo dragged the bodies of the two soldiers into the sewer and hid them in a corner.

There is no hope that he will never be discovered, as long as he is discovered later, the time for him to leave this world is coming soon.

Therefore, he did not use Heart Fire to directly burn corpses and eliminate traces. Now, he would try to avoid anything that uses magic power.

After all, the concentration of spiritual energy in the air has been so low that mana cannot be restored.

Because the content of spiritual energy decreased, Chen Mo consumed all his spiritual stones in order to treat his injuries.

After hiding the body, Chen Mo transferred the items in his backpack to the tactical backpack in the protective suit.

Then he set foot on the road back alone, meeting other soldiers along the way.

It's just that everyone is wearing protective clothing, and the protective clothing covers the whole body, and even the head is covered by a full mask. Only the eyes are exposed by plastic protective plates.

In this case, no one can really recognize anyone unless they are extremely familiar people.

And it seems that because it is not during wartime, but only for disaster relief, there are no checkpoints along the way.

These two points successfully allowed Chen Mo to walk all the way to the refugee reception point with ease.

The refugee reception point is set up in a square. Across the square, there are many tents arranged, and there are many people in white coats walking around.

Across the square, there is a military camp with some sentries and soldiers standing guard in the sentries.

Chen Mo took a second look and felt that he might not be able to pass the sentry, so he stopped paying attention.

Chen Mo glanced casually and found that various disaster relief materials were piled on one side of the square. They were all piled up casually, not locked, and placed in a tent casually.

Aren't they afraid of radioactive dust contamination?

Oh, that’s right, it’s what the victims eat anyway.

Then Chen Mo felt a little surprised. Chen Mo still had some understanding of the traditional black people who like to buy for zero yuan.

After all, both mainstream media and self-media talk about this every day.

It's like they're competing against each other.

Could it be that these black people have changed their gender?

Just when Chen Mo was confused, a stretcher was carried next to him, with a dark-skinned humanoid creature on it.

Oh, now Chen Mo understood, it turned out that all these people were unable to move.

He shook his head and stopped thinking, and walked towards his goal, which was the tent where the supplies were located.

Chen Mo wanted to check which tents contained food first, lest it was time to go back, and he ended up moving two boxes of inedible medical drugs, which would be troublesome.

"Hey, that soldier across the way!"

Someone suddenly shouted loudly.

Chen Mo heard the shout, didn't pay attention, and continued walking towards the tent.

You probably weren't calling yourself, and you didn't expose yourself either.

"Hey, I'm talking about you! Soldier, I order you to stop!"

The voice gave the order sternly.

Chen Mo paused, turned around slowly, and looked at the place where the sound was coming from. At the same time, he quietly touched the backpack on his back with his palm.

It seems there is no way to escape.

Although Chen Mo had a soldier's standard equipment hanging around his neck, a rifle.

But if there is a conflict, Chen Mo still believes more in his soul refining flags and spells.

It's just another waste of mana, these damn molds.

Chen Mo looked at the person who called him.

It was a man who was also wearing protective clothing. His appearance was unclear, but there was what seemed to be a military rank mark embroidered on the left arm of the protective clothing.

Behind this man was a truck, which contained the corpse of a monster that was riddled with holes.

Next to the truck, there were many soldiers carrying stretchers, and on the stretchers were their injured companions.

"What are you doing standing still? Don't worry about those damn civilians, come here and help!"

The officer yelled loudly again. The officer mistakenly thought that Chen Mo's original mission was to distribute supplies to civilians.

"Oh, yes, sir."

Chen Mo also reacted and knew that he was not exposed.

Immediately imitate the tone and quotations from the American movie that I have watched, and answer loudly.

Although he didn't look like a good student, it was obvious that the officer's mind was not on this and he didn't care at all.

His soldiers were injured, and now he just wanted his soldiers to be treated.

Regarding this, Chen Mo was secretly happy. It would be best if he could not start a fight.

Don't look at the miserable appearance of these soldiers now.

Chen Mo could tell that these soldiers were truly elite.

If the dozens of guns they carried were shooting at Chen Mo at the same time.

Chen Mo couldn't get any favors from him at all, he was afraid he would be shot on the spot.

They are not real elites, and they cannot be sent to kill monsters.

Chen Mo trotted all the way, blended into the team, and started to help.

As the saying goes, a good man never suffers immediate losses, and after seeing the corpse of the monster in the truck, Chen Mo thought of one thing.

Although it was not the monsters he killed and he could not get the warmth, the corpses of these monsters would not disappear out of thin air.

There are all kinds of spiritual materials in these corpses.

As long as he sneaks into the military camp, he will have access to those spiritual materials, even if he can't pack them all away.

You can also secretly put some fire in your heart and use these spiritual materials to burn some spiritual liquid to strengthen your spiritual sword.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo looked around.

It was discovered that some stretchers were carrying injured soldiers, while some stretchers were carrying certain organs of monsters.

Chen Mo rolled his eyes, and his plan came to his mind.

He spotted a soldier carrying a monster's organ and secretly released a trace of mana.

The mana quickly hit the soldier's ankle.

"ah!"

The soldier carrying the stretcher suddenly twisted his foot.

It fell directly to the ground.

"Hey, brother, are you okay?"

It was Chen Mo who was responsible for the trouble, so he naturally seized the opportunity, pulled the soldier, and held the stretcher at the same time.

"Brother, you are injured. Let me carry this stretcher."

Chen Mo said directly and enthusiastically.

The man felt his ankle and it seemed that it was indeed injured.

And since someone has come to carry the damn stretcher, it saves him a lot of effort.

He was exhausted from carrying this stretcher. It's all the damn American bureaucrats' fault for not sending more trucks in, but asking people to take these monster corpses back.

Their commander just asked the soldiers to carry him on a stretcher, damn it.

Chen Mo took the stretcher and marched steadily toward the barracks with the soldiers behind him.

The group continued to move forward, just as Chen Mo expected.

As expected, the square is only for civilians without money. After all, it is still full of radioactive dust.
Chapter completed!