"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

After five shots, the remnant wall collapsed, and the back of the wall was filled with smoke and dust, mixed with several wails and screams. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

At the same time as the bullet was fired, the iron slag quickly retreated while loading the bullet, opening up a distance of several meters. In the blink of an eye, three figures rolled out of the smoke and dust. When I looked at them, they were all dressed in half-leather and half-canvas clothes, and their heads and faces were covered in blood. Although the explosive bomb did not directly hit their bodies, the high-heat shrapnel that sputtered out also hit them half-dead.

"Surrender, we surrender!" "Spare your life! Spare your life! "Don't kill us!"

When they saw the iron slag hiding behind a stone with guns in both hands, the three cemetery scavengers quickly knelt on the ground, raising their hands and begging for mercy.

"One." Iron Slag counted the numbers, and when he counted to "two", the three scavengers got up at the same time and ran in the direction they came. One of them was a very fast runner, his skin was glowing faintly, and he was presumably an insect with a "pump circuit".

Iron Slag originally wanted to communicate with them to find out about the situation nearby, but considering that his state was too weak to let the other party notice, he directly drove them away. However, his benevolence soon came to an end.

After the three of them had run for a while, they stopped.

"I'm scared to death." "What a ruthless person, he did it without meeting." Said the fastest, well-proportioned middle-aged man and the tallest one.

"He's wounded, and he still has a lot of equipment on him." The skinniest one said.

"Dog Nose, how do you judge?" The middle-aged man asked.

"The smell of blood on his body is very strong and fresh," ...... said halfway, and the little man scolded, "What a dog nose, it's Wang Die's sense of smell!" ”

"A dog's nose is a dog's nose, say it quickly, or I'll beat you." The middle-aged man threatened.

"I smelled it, he had a lot of bullets on him, and anesthetics, and ...... And the smell of a woman......" said the little man.

"She's a woman!" The strong man exclaimed.

"He's a man......" said the little man, glancing at the strong man, "but he has the smell of a female on his body, and he should have a woman with him." ”

"Fat sheep, wounded, with ammunition, medicine, and women, hahaha." The strong man laughed innocently.

"Don't think about it, women, let's go, go to the scarecrow, sell this information to him, according to the rules, we can get thirty percent." The middle-aged man's face sank and he said. The Scarecrow is the leader of the outcasts in the area, known for his brutality and insidiousness.

More than ten minutes later, the three of them deftly shuttled through the ruins covered with black moss, and rushed all the way to the entrance of a collapsed building. This is a police station before the Great Nuclear War, and the ground has partially collapsed, but the underground parking lot is still intact. This underground space is built in three floors, and the structure is extremely stable, the outer layer is made of large blocks of granite, the middle part is reinforced concrete, and the inner layer is granite, although it has been more than 1,700 years, there are few signs of weathering.

A few years ago, the Scarecrow and his men drove out the homeless people who lived here and cleaned them up as their stronghold.

Walking through a short dark tunnel, the three of them came to a rudimentary gate.

"Knock knock!" The middle-aged man knocked on the door, then immediately retreated.

"Crunch...... There was a screeching grinding sound, and a round hole opened in the door.

"Who?" Inside asked in a gruff voice.

"We got a little bit of news and wanted to share it with the scarecrow." The middle-aged man said in a calm voice.

"What information?" Asked inside.

"We'll tell the scarecrow directly." The middle-aged man said.

There was a cold snort inside, and then a small door was opened, letting them in.

"You'd better pray, your message is useful." The big man guarding the door clasped his hands to his chest, stared at the middle-aged man's eyes, and threatened.

"You don't have to worry about it." The middle-aged man saluted back, then waved his hand and walked in with the strong man and the small man.

There were a few dim mutton fat lamps along the road, and I could barely see a lot of broken bowls, rags, and quilts on the ground. The air was filled with the smell of animal fat, and the oil used in these mutant lamps was not real mutton fat, but fire oil refined from the fat of various radiation mutant beasts. Their meat cannot be eaten, but can only be used to refine oil. As for clothing made of fur, there is still a trace of radiation, and only the insect will dare to wear it.

It didn't take long for the three of them to emerge from the spiraling tunnel and enter an underground space. Looking up, several rays of sunlight shone in through the small window at the top of the roof, bringing some light to the dark place. Looking left and right, there are thousands of square meters in size. In the darkness, people sat on the ground in twos and threes, men and women, old and young.

In the middle of the hall were several lanolin lamps, and a large stone chair was placed in it, covered with animal skins. In the flickering firelight, a tall, thin middle-aged man was sitting on a stone chair with his legs crossed, holding a woman in his arms, and another woman sitting on the left armrest.

"Scarecrow, I have good news for you." The middle-aged man stepped forward and said.

"Do you know the consequences of a mistake?" The scarecrow teased the woman in his arms and asked without looking up.

"Yes." The middle-aged man said quietly. And the strong man next to him, who had been staring directly at the two women beside the scarecrow since he got closer, had already fallen into dementia. In the radiation area of the southern cemetery, women, young and old, beautiful and ugly, can only be possessed by powerful people. Of course, there are many pretty women in the towns of the safe zone, but gold or indulgence coins are needed to make them spread their thighs.

The Coin is a coin unique to the Southern Cemetery, and can be obtained in several ways, such as hunting powerful mutated creatures in the high-radiation zone, picking up supplies placed in the high-radiation zone by the Temple and the World Council, and completing various tasks issued by the sheriff of the town on the ground, such as hunting down fugitives, collecting certain materials, or going to a certain place to investigate.

In the southern continent, about 9 percent of the land is free of radiation pollution or mildly polluted, mainly concentrated in the north of the sewage river, and 23 percent of the land is moderately polluted, mainly concentrated in the south of the sewage river, and the rest of the area is highly polluted.

In areas with high radiation contamination, the body increases its radiation concentration by 5 to 10 percent every day, and even those who have the ability to "beetle endurance" or "insect regeneration" cannot support it for long.

Different types of evolutionaries have different resistance to radiation, low-level psionics are the same as ordinary people, they can't resist the erosion of radiation, traditional evolutionaries have a certain resistance, and insects have low resistance, but even if the radiation concentration in the body is too high, necrotic organs and skin can recover, which is much stronger than other evolutionaries. As for psionics above the ninth order, they are completely immune to radiation.

Psionic energy is a companion creature of the ancient Great Nuclear War, and it is also a type of radiation in nature, but it is harmless to the human body. To put it simply, psionic energy is pure high-polymerizing energy, while radiation is high-polymerizing energy full of impurities. After the outbreak of ancient nuclear warfare, pure, highly polymerized energy escaped in the air, while impurity-filled energy was accumulated.

Because psionics above the ninth order have mastered the ability of "materializing star sand", they can decompose harmful substances into energy that is beneficial to themselves, so they are completely immune to radiation.

After a while, the scarecrow pushed the woman in his arms away and motioned for the middle-aged man to continue. So, the latter told him about the situation he had just encountered.

"Could it be the Overseer from the west?" The scarecrow asked, a little worried. The so-called overseers are special personnel who are placed in the southern cemetery by the World Council every once in a while to investigate the local situation. If they find an "evil organization", they will send the Dawn Expeditionary Force or the Academy team to clean it up. The definition of an evil organization is very broad, it can be "the germ of a cult", it can also be "blood relatives/incest", or "moral degradation", etc., and it is almost the watchdog who has the final say.

"It's not like ......," the middle-aged man shook his head and analyzed, "He wears a black tarp military uniform and uses a large revolver/pistol, and the Overseers are generally standard equipment, and they will wear silver radiation protection suits. ”

"The message is correct, you take thirty percent, the message is wrong, die!" After saying that, the scarecrow stood up, clapped his palms, and shouted loudly, "Brothers, catch the fat sheep." ”

Twenty minutes later, more than thirty men arrived at the spot where the iron slag had just stayed. At this time, the iron slag was gone, but the blood on the ground was still clearly visible.

"What about people?" The scarecrow asked. As he spoke, more than a dozen long guns and short cannons were aimed at the middle-aged man.

"Wait......" the middle-aged man said, gesturing to the little man. The latter immediately nodded knowingly, and then lay down next to the blood stains on the ground, and then, I saw two tentacles slowly sticking out of his forehead, swaying sensitively.

After a while, the little man got up, pointed in one direction and said, "Over there." ”

"This dog has a good nose." The scarecrow recognized the insect ability and praised it.

"Scarecrow, don't forget the rules." The middle-aged man reminded.

"What's the use of this broken ability, can it kill people? Can a woman? The scarecrow said disdainfully.

A moment later, the group, led by the little man, came to a cluster of collapsed buildings.

"He's around here." The little man said.

"Search!" With a wave of the scarecrow's hand, thirty or so people immediately scattered in all directions, searching for every possible hiding place.

"Ding!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp metal crash. Immediately afterward, all I heard was "Boom! With a loud bang, two men were blown up around a corner.

At the same time, the iron slag hiding in a pit more than ten meters away opened its eyes. He set traps with frag grenades in three paths, just to rest for a while. As a result, I was woken up after sleeping for less than half an hour, and my heart suddenly became angry, and the whites of my eyes were dyed a layer of red.

ps：

There is no feast in the world that will not be dispersed.

I would like to make it official, and after two days of consideration, I don't think it is very likely that I will be able to book 300 equally. It's a pity that I feel like I'm going to vomit blood when I write it, but I don't even have three hundred real supporters, not even three hundred brothers.

So, the totem intends to end.

In order to thank my readers and friends who have always supported me, I will stop after writing Volume 13, and everyone will stop tipping and subscribing, just take a look.

All I can say is, friends, I'm sorry, I tried my best.