city ​​of the end

Chapter 79
The cold wind blows across the wilderness, bringing a bone-chilling coldness to the face.Wasilla shivered, then stood up straight and looked forward.Under the dark clouds, the whole wilderness is so oppressive.This made Wasilla frowned and cursed secretly.He moved his fingers holding the gun and looked around.

Nothing.

This goddamn ghost weather!
Wasilla shook his head after confirming that there was nothing special in the distance.Since joining the Federation, this was the first time he felt so restless.There seems to be something wrong with those big figures above. Not only has the limelight tightened up, but even more and more patrols have been dispatched.

It's not that Wasilla didn't hear some rumors, such as their failure to attack the ninth district, and those ability users are launching a counterattack against them.Several strongholds of the Federation have fallen, and almost all the people inside have been captured as slaves.And now the Federation seems to have nothing to do with those capable users who are showing off their power on their own territory. This kind of performance makes many people feel very frustrated.But Wasilla is different. He is not a native of the Federation. As a wasteland vagrant, Wasilla spent most of the first 20 years as a bodyguard following businessmen around the wilderness. He has seen slaves, mobs, mutants, and even Survived the electromagnetic storm.That is, after that, this vicissitudes of life man chose to end this life of no fixed place, and stayed in a federal gathering place.As a fairly good fighter, he joined the Federation Corps as a guard captain and shooting instructor.For Wasilla, this kind of life is not bad. Of course, it is dangerous to participate in the battle as a federal soldier, but in the wasteland, even if you are strolling in the courtyard, you may encounter mutants falling from the sky. In comparison, The foreseeable threat of death became trivial instead.

The anti-ability education of the Federation is meaningless to Wasilla, and only those child soldiers who grew up under the brainwashing education of the Federation will truly believe that human beings can defeat those with abilities.And Vasilla has always sneered at this. During those days when he traveled all over the world, he has seen many capable people.Some were even able to resist the natural power of the heavens and the earth with their own strength. Since then, Wasilla never thought about hunting and killing capable people.

It was also because of this that Wasilla found it funny to see the distraught looks of the young men under him.Of course, he dared not show his feelings.Capable users are taboo in the Federation, and no one wants to have anything to do with them.

But... now these guys finally hit the iron plate.

"————!"

At this time, Wasilla suddenly saw a few lights emerging from the end of the road, which made Wasilla immediately heightened his vigilance. He stood up with his gun gripped tightly, and kicked the sleepy man next to him hard. Colleagues, order them to cheer up.Soon, the somewhat quiet sentry immediately started to move, and the soldiers seemed to be trying to drive away the boring and dull rapid assembly, and then the white and shining searchlights were lit up, shining forward.The soldiers also raised their weapons and aimed ahead.It wasn't until the opponent appeared in the searchlight that everyone breathed a sigh of relief and lowered their guns.

What appeared in the searchlights was a convoy, surrounded by four or five off-road vehicles, and surrounded by these off-road vehicles, three large trucks inlaid with steel plates were clearly visible——this is the land of wasteland. The most common caravan in the world, they travel between various gathering places, responsible for the transportation and sales of goods, and they are also the most expected existence of each gathering place.

"call………"

Looking at the familiar mark on the convoy, Wasilla heaved a sigh of relief, then he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, then he walked out from the guard post, came to the front of the convoy, and turned towards the middle one. The big truck glanced at it, then waved its hand.

"Oh, old Jack! You're here later than usual!"

The one Vasilla called Old Jack was the leader of the caravan, a man with a fat head and big ears who looked like a concretization of the word businessman.Hearing Wasilla's voice, Old Jack took out a handkerchief and wiped his shiny forehead, then got out of the car with a smile and came to Wasilla, nodding at him.

"Hello, Captain Wasilla... this, haha... I'm sorry, it's a bit late this time... But it's because the goods you want are too difficult to get..."

"You should explain this to the commander."

Routinely accepting the documents handed over by Old Jack, Wasilla complained casually while inspecting them.

"He has been waiting for this car supply for a while. It's strange to say that the caravan doesn't seem to come here very much recently... I remember that the last time the caravan came here was half a month ago. The supplies are also relatively tight, and thanks to the things you brought in... well, no problem, let's go in."

After checking the documents, Wasilla moved out of the way, then waved his hand to signal them to go in.But to Wasilla's surprise, this time old Jack didn't leave immediately like before. On the contrary, he held the document and hesitated for a moment, then looked at Wasilla, and carefully said with a smile on his face. .

"That...Captain Wasilla, this time...we won't go in..."

"what do you mean?"

Hearing Old Jack's words, Wasilla didn't react for a while. He stared at the businessman in front of him with wide eyes.

"Don't go in? How do you unload the goods if you don't go in?"

"This...we can unload the goods here, and you can send someone to get them..."

As Old Jack was talking, he picked up the handkerchief and wiped his forehead again. At this moment, Wasilla realized that he seemed a little nervous, and kept turning his head left and right, as if he was afraid that something would suddenly jump out. Same.

"What's the matter? Old Jack? What are you doing? If you don't go in to unload the goods, our gathering place will not give you the final payment. You should be very clear about this."

Seeing the abnormal appearance of the businessman, Wasilla also secretly became suspicious. He gestured calmly, and soon, the machine gun on the sentry post was raised again, aiming at the convoy.

But old Jack seemed to turn a blind eye to this, he just glanced around nervously, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he looked back at Wasilla.

"I know, but... oh, forget it, I don't want the final payment, I'll put the goods here... You guys can send someone to get them..."

As he spoke, Old Jack turned around and planned to leave.Seeing old Jack like this, Wasilla immediately understood that something was wrong. The merchants on the wasteland valued goods more than their lives.Old Jack is also a person who has never suffered a disadvantage. This time he unexpectedly said that he does not want the balance payment, which is as strange as the sun coming out of the west.

Something must be wrong! !

Thinking of this, Wasilla ignored his vigilance, hurriedly stepped forward, and pressed Old Jack's shoulder.Then before the businessman could react, he was taken aside.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Pulled aside by Vasilla, Old Jack turned pale with fright, like a girl who was forced into an alley by hooligans.But even so, he still looked around with his eyes, looking to the side from time to time.The abnormal appearance of old Jack made Wasilla even more puzzled.He patted Old Jack on the shoulder to calm him down a bit before asking.

"Okay, tell me what happened, tell me clearly. I don't think it's normal for you to behave like this... Did you hear some rumors? How is it? Others can't trust you, but you can't trust me? Anyway, I helped you back then After looking at the car for two years, you won’t even talk about this kind of friendship.”

"Oh... this..."

Hearing Wasilla's words, Old Jack's face was also huddled together. He frowned, thought for a moment, and then slapped his thigh hard as if he had made up his mind.

"Forget it, bro, you've already said that's the way to go, I, old Jack, can't be so friendly..."

While speaking, Old Jack put his mouth next to Wasilla's ear, and spoke in a low voice.

"We heard...the Federation is on the doctor's treatment list."

"...What? What is it?"

Hearing Old Jack's words, Wasilla was completely dazed, and he was ready to keep his face and heart beating when he heard any shocking news.But what the hell is this?doctor?Treatment list?

"Hey...brother, you are not familiar with the situation here. Since you also guarded the car for my brother and me for several years, let me remind you to leave the Federation as soon as possible and find a place to stay far away. You If you don't understand, you can check it yourself, I believe you will understand what I mean soon... In short, after this business is completed, we will no longer do business with the Federation."

"What do you mean? Why?"

"Hehe...you will know, maybe you will feel that it is better not to know."

Hearing Wasilla's confused question, Old Jack smiled, then reached out and patted his shoulder.Then he didn't say anything, just turned around and left.But Wasilla stood there blankly, watching the caravan gradually go away, trembling involuntarily.For some reason, he suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Perhaps, I really want to say goodbye to the Federation.

However, before that... Thinking of this, Wasilla turned his head solemnly and looked at the gathering place in front of him.

How should he report this strange incident to the commander?
(End of this chapter)