"Main mission two: Desert outsiders."
"Mission Introduction: Since your battle with the experimental Terminator has attracted the attention of the actual ruler of this gathering place, some of your next actions or choices will determine the substantive content of this main mission."
"Mission statement: It's simple, either leave or stay."
"Task tip: Please think of a way to escape unscathed first."
"Task tip: Your decision will foreshadow the path you will take next."
Throwing two-thirds of the cigarette butt on the ground, Zhao Qian seemed not to have seen the eyes of the murderers who did not dare to move due to his intimidation.
Yes, these guys who look like good babies have had more than one life on their hands.
This difference in temperament can only be felt between people of the same kind.
In the eyes of this group of people, this seemingly harmless boy was more like a demon more terrifying than those cold machines.
Walking over slowly, Zhao Qian pulled out the long sword stuck on the corpse, then walked to the other side and picked up the ax on the ground.
He wiped the blood on his sword on the clothes of a relatively clean person.
The other party remained motionless and silent.
The footsteps not far away became louder and louder.
The outsider stood there, waiting.
The person appeared just as one of the gangsters covered his head and muttered some disgusting nonsense.
The two leaders, plus about thirty strong men.
Greenthers looked at the young man standing in the middle of the street.
This scene seemed familiar.
The guy in front of him was indeed a killer.
The corpses on the ground and the indistinct body parts looked more like decorations hanging on the roadside compared with this figure.
"Good evening."
The standing Asian man said nonchalantly, and he lit another cigarette for himself.
The next moment, this cloudy atmosphere was like poking a hornet's nest.
Green was sure that he heard the old smoker from the robbery team behind him swallowing his saliva.
Others may not understand cigarettes, but this smoker who has been dealing with tobacco since he was a child will know what the hell that person is smoking as long as there is a certain smell.
"A piece of shit."
The words of this desert robber who had often robbed and robbed outside in the early years aroused the restlessness of the group of men behind him holding various guns in their hands.
To be honest, they had long ignored what the corpses on the ground represented.
They had seen corpses before, and they had seen more and more miserable things than this.
"Hey kid" The guy who is a smoker shouted, his words contained more of a jealousy that the guy was eating alone.
Behind him, the more than thirty men who were patrolling this area tonight seemed to be unable to resist the temptation of this thing, and opened their mouths, talking all kinds of nonsense.
If it weren't for the explicit prohibition against shooting, they would probably have started robbing.
In the eyes of desert bandits, there are always only things that can be robbed and things that cannot be robbed.
"Hand over your stuff" "Climb over here on your knees, or uncle will pop your balls." "" Unable to restrain himself, Greenthes glanced at the subordinate next to him who only obeyed his father's orders, and motioned for him to restrain his subordinates.
The crowd holding guns quickly extinguished as if someone poured a ladle of cold water into a boiling pot.
But this is more like letting the soup stop boiling.
Green walked towards Zhao Qian step by step.
He was now afraid that he might accidentally cause a bigger conflict.
If there were a misfire between the two sides, it would definitely be a heavy loss for your family.
This will mean that the influence of one's own family will be further weakened or even eliminated.
"This strong foreigner."
Green worked hard to find words in front of this person who caused him a lot of uneasiness, so that he would not have a deeper conflict and would not let the family behind him show weakness.
"Your actions are on our turf" "Tell the important point."
Zhao Qian held the re-sheathed Fei and interrupted, his eyes looking straight at the other person, this young man who had survived under his hands, this man's eyes were dodging.
There is absolutely no temperament that a child of a ruling class family should have.
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Like being arrogant or something like that.
But he also knew very well that if this guy showed this kind of temperament when they first met, he would definitely die by his sword.
"Who are you, where do you come from, and what do you want to do?"
Green summoned up the courage to ask.
He glanced at the murderous demon opposite and asked what he really wanted to say.
To be honest, he still didn't have the courage to face death.
The young man in front of him was more like his inner demon, a thing called fear.
"I, Tom Lee."
Zhao Qian said, looking past the older young man in front of him and towards the looting team in the gathering place over there.
The guns in these guys' hands look more like discarded goods leaked from an organization.
There is no mistake, some weapons can still see a logo that looks a bit like the US Army.
"As for what I want to do" Another group of people emerged from the other side of the street.
Although not as large as the group of people in front of Green, there were still more than ten.
Zhao Qian did not look back, because he had already seen the young man in front of him frowning habitually.
This guy had not yet learned to hide his emotions.
"I am a mechanical hunter, or, in other words, a mechanical avenger."
He said with a smile, raising the exoskeleton armband on his right hand, which emitted a dark light under the firelight of the white wax insect.
"Click, click, click."
The sound of bullets being loaded was from the people behind.
Zhao Qian watched as the looting team brought by Green in front of him also quickly raised their guns.
The two engines confront each other in the air.
This atmosphere made the gangsters who originally thought they could escape immediately became more and more uneasy.
They didn't dare to breathe, they were more like a group of dead people.
Green glanced at the metallic half-length corpse at the entrance of the alley, and seemed to understand what was going on.
"Ester, you are a bunch of worthless wastes that have been corroded by machinery.
Sooner or later I will get rid of you."
The representative of one of the three major forces said, his face not hiding the resentment of the other party.
They are feuding.
It started when old Esther shot Maxus in the back.
The reason why they tried together yesterday was more to take care of the face of the Armstrong family.
Their family is the strongest and most powerful in the gathering place. be popular.
"Get out of our territory, this outsider is our friend."
Without Zhao Qian's inhuman deterrent, Green's bandit temperament was fully revealed in others.
"Old Scorpion, take your little chicks and get away from Mr.
Mike's land."
The old smoker said loudly, holding the old-era tobacco in his hand, and his words completely explained what the tough folk customs of Texas are.
He didn't sell Green in front of others, but he also ignored the young man opposite who was one of the Esther heirs with the same nature as Green, and said to the real leader of that group of people.
The voice also contained the whistles and curses of the group of men behind him who seemed to have a rabble-like temperament.
This is the Texas Cowboys.
They only admire the boss they admire.
As for the boss’s successor, what is that?
The faces of people on both sides were quite ugly.
Zhao Qian stood there, the cigarette in his mouth had long been finished, and he was smiling, as if he had no awareness that he was the trigger of this incident.
"wrong."
The face of the young man next to him had become increasingly livid, and his words were interrupted by a female voice.
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Another group of people walked into this not-so-big street, from the alley next to Zhao Qian.
The Armstrong family.
The leading woman led a group of men in different costumes behind her to look at the place.
Their appearance immediately silenced the conflict that was about to break out between the two sides.
This is the most powerful weapon in this underground gathering place.
"This person belongs to us."
The woman said that he had been suppressed for too long by the man who was doted on by the old man, and now it was time to show his sharpness.
"Why"
The heir to the Esther family asked weakly and unwillingly.
He had suffered a lot from this woman.
"He is a strong man."
The men behind the woman laughed knowingly.
Even a man could understand the black humor in this.
But the faces of the other two families were not so good.
Now, everyone is looking at Zhao Qian, waiting for his final decision.
"OK."
The young man holding the sword said, and the lights of the white wax insects on the street shone on his face, flickering brightly and dimly.
He looked at the woman in front of him and smiled
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