Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 4 Ambush
"Darling, let's talk about 'everything'."

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"As the adjutant, I can only give you a hint."

"Say."

"Dog meat."

"Dog meat? What do you mean?"

Amy stopped talking, and the image of the adjutant disappeared from the menu bar, followed by a warning from the system.

"Experiment V has crossed the border, and the adjutant module will be offline, and the confinement period will be one month."

"Damn it, what a piece of shit." He cursed bitterly, but unfortunately it didn't help the result in the slightest.

According to that voice, Amy will not be able to go online for at least a month.

Fortunately, except for the adjutant module, the system is running normally, and the item exchange function is still there.

The communication between him and Amy was complicated. In fact, it took only two or three minutes before and after, and the two male members of the refuge had brought back the middle-aged man who ran to the exit of the tunnel.

Just now the middle-aged man and the living corpse turned their backs to him, only then did he realize that the man was bitten by the living corpse, the wound was in the carotid artery, and he had lost a lot of blood, Han Xin ran around anxiously, trying to find something for the middle-aged man Bandage.

Tang Yan looked at the Luger gun in his hand, got up from the ground, walked up to the middle-aged man and pulled the trigger on his head.

Bang.

The bullet entered the head, and the man fell down in response. The blood spattered on the two male shelter members was very bright.

That was the last round of the Luger.

The middle-aged woman next to her was stunned for a moment. Han Xin shuddered when she heard the gunshot. Do it, but it's still a bit difficult to accept psychologically.

"Look what you have done?" The middle-aged woman yelled at him, her two eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets.

The middle-aged man who died under Tang Yan's gun was her husband. Of course she had reason to be angry, and of course she had reason to hate.

She got up from the ground and rushed towards Tang Yan, when the male shelter member with a mole on the corner of his eye pulled her back, "Sun Yao, calm down, Zhang Xiangyang was bitten by a living corpse, we... can't save him he."

"Fan Yong, let me go, let me go." She kept struggling in his arms, looking like she was losing her mind.

Tang Yan put away his gun and walked outside.

His secondary purpose of doing this is to end the suffering of the middle-aged man early, and the main purpose is those reward values.

Just now, the system collected 8 points of rewards, which should be from two male shelter members, because Han Xin had already been frightened once, and Sun Yao wanted to kill him now to avenge her husband.

He now knows why the reward value corresponding to the negative emotions of the people around him is obviously much lower than the reward value corresponding to the positive emotions of the people around him.

It's easy to be feared and hated, much harder to be appreciated and trusted by others.

Then, if he walks out of this door, he must face a difficult problem if he wants to survive, whether to be a good person or a villain.

"You...you wait."

When the sun was about to fall on his body, a voice came from behind.

He looked back, and Han Xin chased up from behind holding the fairly clean piece of cloth: "You have a wound on the back of your head, let me bandage it for you."

Tang Yan didn't speak, just stood still.

Han Xin tiptoed and wrapped the cloth strips around his head again and again.

"All right."

Tang Yan was about to move on, when she said again, "Wait."

Han Xin turned to him from behind, with the blood of the living corpse still remaining on his face, looking a little horrified.

"This is the crystallization of shelter technology, a personal health assistant machine. It can help you understand your own physiological conditions and detect the radiation level in the surrounding environment." She said while wearing something similar to a wristband on Tang Yan's arm .

The equipment is a bit dirty, with some blood stains, it should be relics taken from the dead.

He didn't feel any discomfort, looked at the various physiological values ​​displayed on the interface, nodded at Han Xin, and continued to walk outside.

The Luger pistol in his hand has been replaced with a magazine, and the submachine gun has also been replaced, and can be taken out of the system space at any time.

Han Xin followed only three steps away from him, while Sun Yao, Fan Yong and a male refugee member named Lang Aiping fell behind.

He didn't think he was obliged to control their life and death. In fact, when he saw the screen of the exit area on the closed-circuit surveillance system in the supervisor's room, his first thought was to let those five people attract the attention of the living corpses and win the conditions for his safe evacuation.

Of course, if conditions permit, it is also a good idea to save someone to get reward points.

If Han Xin hadn't rushed out, he would definitely have done it later, knowing that eating living corpses is easier to deal with.

dog meat?What exactly does Amy mean by dog ​​meat?

Anyway, the literal meaning is easy to understand, so no matter what, you must first find a dog.

A wind blows from the mouth of the tunnel, raising a layer of sand.

The scene outside is not beautiful at all, it is very desolate, you can say it is desolate.

The sky is not blue, but gray, like a layer of gray falling.The trees in the distance are stuck in the cracks of the rocks, and there is no green color at all.The stones are eroded by the wind and tell the story of desolation. At the end of the sight is a crumbling building with faded posters on the outer wall. The exposed bricks and stones have been turned into wasteland-ravaged gravel by the years of sun and wind.

The wind is the voice of heaven and earth, without the accompaniment of trees, flowers and birds, it sounds like people who have lost their homes crying.

More than 100 years have passed, and the haze of nuclear war still hangs over the earth until today.
Tang Yan took two steps forward, turned around sharply, and threw Han Xin to the ground.

The blood on her face smelled like a living corpse, but that didn't matter, the important thing was that the bullets didn't hit their bodies, and hit the nearby rocks, splashing dense stone debris.

The three people behind reacted quickly, and the bullets dodged behind the nearby stones as soon as they swept past Tang Yan and Han Xin.

I don't know if the middle-aged woman named Sun Yao has not recovered from the bad news of her husband's death, or if she is not as mobile as the two male shelter members, and has not avoided the bullets from the opposite side. The watermelon split open with a bang, and the blood and slurry splashed on the gray-white bare rock, which was very eye-catching.

The headless body fell to the ground and rolled towards a low place.

Tang Yan got off Han Xin's body. Just as he was about to look up at the place where the bullets came from, another row of bullets swept over, pouring down on the rocks in front of him like raindrops. The place where the bandage is wrapped is very painful.

"There are three people in total, two assault rifles and one sniper rifle." He calculated silently in his heart.

It's not that he saw the situation on the other side. He just took the risk to show his head just to observe the trajectory and determine the enemy's position.

The reason why he knew that there were three people on the opposite side was entirely because the system reward value increment was 60, which meant that three people wanted to kill him.Sun Yao's exploded head showed that the opponent had a sniper rifle in his hand, or a sniper rifle equipped with dummy bullets. It didn't hit him just now, and instead poured death on Sun Yao.

Han Xin was already petrified, lying motionless on the ground, but trembling constantly, staring blankly at the gray sky.

She didn't expect to leave the refuge, escaped from the mouth of the living corpse, and was ambushed by an unknown enemy before she could relax.

She watched Sun Yao get his head blown off by the enemy. The body was not far away, still bleeding out.

Fan Yong and Lang Aiping were also frightened and dumbfounded. They hid behind the rocks with their heads in their hands, gasping for breath, with cold sweat streaming down their faces.

At the same time, more than 100 meters away from Tang Yan's location, the legion newcomer in black leather armor and a panda gas mask was complaining that the sniper on the billboard was an idiot.

"That idiot Zabuha, who can't even handle a chicken from the shelter, has the face to say that he is the third-ranked sniper in the Legion?"

His companion said: "It's not bad that he didn't say that he is the second-ranked sniper in the Legion."

No one dared to say that he was the number one sniper in the Pandaren Legion when bragging, never, because everyone who said that was dead.Not at the hands of the enemy, but at the hands of one's own.

The legion newcomers who called Zabuha a fool also did not understand why that majestic gentleman gave his organization such a name.

"Legion" sounds great, but what does the prefix Pandaren mean?
Is it because he likes pandas, or is it because his daughter likes panda dolls?
Not only did she choose such an imposing name, but she also brought panda toys to her every time she came back from action.

Sometimes the toys were stained with the blood of the enemy, and if the slave girls were out of stock, they, the rookies of the Legion, would take over the role of babysitter, cleaning the blood off the toys for the one-legged girl who was blind in both eyes.

She is obviously blind, does she need to wash off the blood?
And this damn pandaren mask, I heard that it was also a casual joke of that little girl, and then it became the standard equipment of the legion.

Oh no, a nightmare.

No one dared to discuss the shape of the mask in front of the gentleman, but the "razor men" often used "those who can't have children" to refer to them.

Damn, this is simply a shame.

The newcomers waited for a long time but saw no action from the other side, and Zabuha did not continue to fire. Only the desolate wind blew the desolate mountains and rolled the gravel on the ground.

"Why are they silent?"

His companion turned his back, took out a crumpled pack of soft packs of cigarettes from his underwear pocket, took one out and put it in his mouth, struck it with an old-fashioned match and lit it, took a puff resentfully, looked at the gray "They are waiting for the dark," said the sky.

Just like what the newcomers of the legion said, I thought this bounty mission was easy. The target was a group of broilers living in the shelter. Those guys, let alone fighting, might not even be able to hold their guns steadily. They would kill like Cutting off the captive's neck was as easy and comfortable, but it was more difficult than imagined. The man not only avoided Zabuha's shooting, but also had a very clear understanding of his own state and the surrounding environment.

The rookie of the legion swept across the west upon hearing the words, the setting sun was like blood, and the twilight was about to fade away.

"Should I tell Zabuha to prepare for cover, and we will rush over together and kill him without leaving any behind."

The veteran exhaled a puff of smoke, squinted his eyes and said, "Do you know why I can live so long?"

The newcomer to the Legion waited for his answer.

"In this wasteland, the bold and reckless guys are basically dead, and many timid and cautious people are alive."

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"If I were Zabuha, I wouldn't mind using your head to attract the enemy to show up, and then explode the target's head, so that the task is completed and an extra bounty can be received, so why not do it."

The legion rookie said: "It's not right to do this."

The smoker glanced at him like he was looking at an idiot.

(End of this chapter)