"Main mission: Wasteland survival.
You have survived in the current world for 6 days.
You still need one day to complete this mission."
Four days later, Zhao Qian was sitting in a car, looking expressionless.
The car was still a TX-type car, but the oil in the car was found by Zhao Qian from a passage at the back that had not been visited for a long time after splitting the rolling shutter door with his sword.
At the same time, there were several handfuls stuffed in the leather bag.
Inside were a few piles of $100 bills that were rotten into waste paper and a few firearms that were too rusty to be used.
Next to the oil drums lay the skeletons of a group of people who had dried up for many years, wearing clothes, as if they were telling some other story.
As for the big spider, he also found the answer when he was lying on the ground repairing the car.
The tough spider silk stirred into the axle also shocked him.
He could only lament that he could not let that thing exert its full strength.
Walk aimlessly along this road.
He couldn't find the little girl, because the car marks left by the tx car were covered by yellow sand after almost an hour, and he also noticed that if it was windy, the car marks would be covered. faster.
Driving in silence, the only thing Zhao Qianji could be sure of now was that Liao Sha was not dead, because there was no notification that the plot mission had failed.
As for the rest, he knew nothing about it.
In fact, he had already planned to go to the location on the flyer according to his previous plan.
The legendary rebel base in Flagstaff, Texas.
And after twelve o'clock tonight, the next unknown main quest is also a very embarrassing question.
The car drove forward.
Zhao Qian held the steering wheel with one hand and pushed forward a gear with the other hand to accelerate.
Gasoline is no longer what he is worried about now, or in other words, the rows of various bullet holes in the back of the car and the scratches and dents left by other hard objects all tell the story of his recent experiences.
It’s not easy.
It can be said that the wasteland world has always been a very frowned upon travel world.
Because it is difficult to give you a comfortable or even comfortable environment.
Some only have various responses, speculations, and direct violence.
A stranger waving her hands on the side of the road with her acting skills, you never know which part of her experience is true or all of it is false.
The evil nature of people's hearts can never be revealed simply by relying on a few simple exchanges.
Compared to these, it was better.
At least Zhao Qian could use it as a distraction during boring driving.
Those strange mutant creatures that have never been seen before and terminators with random ranges of activity are the real problems.
These inexplicable encounters add a little more progress to his milestones.
Two T600 model terminators, a mutant creature, and several highway robbers.
Let his milestones be 310 for Terminator, 660 for Survival Expert, 33100 for Brutalist, 15 for Wanderer, and 310 for Mutant Killer.
There are still some unopened keys in the ticket.
There are also those so-called weak pursuers from the Abaddon Institute who appear from time to time, three times.
Zhao Qian finally got the answer to this question from a guy with relatively normal intelligence on the third night.
Someone put his information on a reward list for an organization affiliated with the institute.
Moreover, Zhao Qian, the person who offered the reward, also knew the black researcher who lowered his head to check his own data that night.
According to the mercenary who died in his own hands a long time ago, this guy's status can only be regarded as a middle-level position in the organization.
Therefore, the bounty given is limited, and the strength of the person who takes the task is not very good.
The day after that, he was clean again.
It is estimated that those guys knew that his strength was not easy to mess with.
As for why he was found, it seems that it may have something to do with the smell left by the spider on the chassis of the car. x The reason why the Terminator would abandon this vehicle that was just a little short of fuel, that guy should know a lot of things, but he just won't tell himself.
He stopped and looked up at the already mottled road signs on the roadside in the evening sun.
The dark blue paint on them had long since peeled off, but he could still see the direction he was heading from the rust and some simple white lines.
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He took out the map in his hand and looked at it.
After confirming that it was correct, Zhao Qian said nothing.
Judging from some of the words with missing letters above, it seems that I am about to leave Luotuo City.
So, that is to say, the map in my hand has crossed the boundary and is useless.
Silently, he turned the key again and started it.
Zhao Qian was obviously used to the current atmosphere.
In addition to the increasingly cold temperature and some sparse dry shrubs outside the car window, there is still more unchanged sand.
Listening to the roar of the engine in my ears, the car was driven very slowly, as if it was running out of fuel, which made people see clearly what was inside the car through the hazy windows.
He was pretending, or waiting for something he had to wait for.
Soon, from behind a sand dune in front, a group of people blocked the only road that had long been eroded by yellow sand.
"Bang" "Get out of the car, boy" Gunshots rang out the moment they appeared, followed by some chaotic words.
"Get off" "parking" "coward" "" A flurry of emotional expressions were mixed with some loud noises.
Zhao Qian just stopped there and watched.
In fact, he stopped at a position farther away from the group of people.
Generally speaking, a driver with a little more dexterity can turn around and step on the accelerator before the group of people come into sight.
But he didn't, and his actions confirmed the fact that the car didn't have much gas left.
A wanderer walking alone with a car is a vigilant presence in any wilderness, let alone Texas, where the folk customs are strong.
This group of desert robbers who didn't know what slang they were using looked at the Asian who opened the car door not far away but made no move to surrender.
They held various weapons made before or after civilization. became their only support.
Several rusty automatic or semi-automatic rifles, wooden spears made of animal teeth, machetes, and bows and arrows.
Zhao Qian didn't speak, just stood there, the other person was looking at him, and of course he was also looking at the other person.
Horses and motorcycles have become the main means of transportation among this group of people, but the only thing that stands out is the thing on the crotch of a guy with a relatively clean beard in the crowd.
A large lizard about the same size as a horse.
Although I couldn't tell what kind it was, the sharp teeth it exposed when it occasionally stuck out its tongue shouldn't be a bad thing.
He was much weaker than the radioactive man called the spider-faced man, and he secretly compared him to his heart.
Zhao Qian smiled and walked forward.
Compared to the other person who was cautious due to the abnormal behavior of his prey, his pace was very relaxed and freehand.
The muscles were secretly tense.
This undoubtedly puts a lot of pressure on this group of black, yellow and white men and women, or they have long been accustomed to the situation where the attackers turn around and leave without saying a word.
This situation will undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on any creature whose psychological position is a hunter.
As they continued to walk forward, the atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
Next step.
"Bang" The white woman opposite who was holding a Thompson 1 in her hand couldn't bear it anymore.
She stared at the man she was aiming at the head with her eyes wide open.
She seemed to see a trace of sarcasm from the raised corners of the other party's mouth.
The next second, gunfire rang out.
Zhao Qian walked forward, sometimes turning to the left, sometimes to the right, and then taking a few steps back.
He is like a dancer, an actor performing with his life in a hail of bullets.
The distance is getting closer.
The next moment, the fat sheep, who had just been regarded as a coward by this group of desert bandits, showed his ferocious fangs.
"Kerry" The long sword passed through the neck of the first man he came up to holding a beast-tooth spear, screaming and angry, and then the second one.
Killings and the smell of blood adorn this road that seems to be happening every day.
Today it's just a change of roles.
In the crowd, a sudden gust of wind came in front of them, the big lizard with scales and sharp claws.
The people participating in the battle next to him seemed to be inspired.
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They had used this trick many times.
The silence, or the disdain in someone's eyes said it all.
The long sword shook, but his feet showed no intention of stopping.
The thrust is opened and closed in the next move.
This is the usage of the heavy sword, but it can have miraculous effects.
Along with it, the head of a cold-blooded animal rose into the sky.
The people who were confident just now suddenly lost their voices.
Fear spread among the crowd like a plague. s: Today I will update a chapter and sort out the outline.
Well, that’s it.
Thank you for supporting me.
Go to bed early
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