Data Wasteland

Chen Xing rolled out a few meters away, got up, sneaked around the cat's waist, and hid in another bunker.

"Fire out, hurry up!"

At the urging of the fat leader, several workers rushed over with fire extinguishers and sprayed white foam at the burning truck.

There was no movement on the hill, and the gunman was waiting for the opportunity. Chen Xing didn't dare to open the scope directly, the fire in the camp had not been extinguished, it was easy to form a reflection, revealing his position. After waiting for a while, until the fire was extinguished, the gunman still did not shoot.

Chen Xing couldn't help but think that if the mayor was here, waving his hand casually and firing all the cannons, he would be able to level the mountain on the opposite side. In the face of absolutely powerful force, any trick will appear pale and weak. But he is not the mayor, so he has to find a way to lead the gunman out.

He glanced around, and Cassie was hiding behind the material box not far away. He lowered his head, picked a small stone from the ground, put it in his hand, and threw it over. The stone fell on Cassie's head, and Cassie screamed in pain.

"Who, who!" Cassie looked around, then saw Chen Xing not far away, and suddenly rolled his eyes.

Chen Xing put his fingers together and pointed towards Tushan, meaning to let the other party "attract firepower."

Mercenary is a very magical profession. The two people who were still facing each other at the last moment may fight side by side for the common enemy in the next moment.

Cassie hesitated and raised his **** towards Chen Xing, but still held up his assault rifle, rolled out, and aimed towards Tushan.

The fire on the mountain flashed, the blue shadow on Cassie shook, and the star sand splashed, seeming to bear the huge impact, and flew out. Chen Xing immediately opened the mirror to aim, aimed at the position of the fire, concentrated his energy, and fired a shot.

"Boom!"

With the blue flame jet, the head of the figure on the mountain exploded and rolled down the soil slope.

After a long time, there was no movement on the mountain, it was certain that the danger was lifted. Chen Xing put away his gun and went to check Cassie's injuries.

"You owe me a bullet." Cassie said angrily as soon as he saw Chen Xing, a scorched shoulder. His injury was not serious. In addition to being strong, the psionic armor also absorbed most of the damage.

Psionic armor is very practical, and it is called the three practical skills together with "energy storage shooting" and "mental shock". However, the high-level skills are far from the low-level ones, and most people can only be proficient in one.

Medium- and long-range combat units usually choose energy-storing shooting. Spell-type combat units usually choose mental shock to directly defeat the opponent's mind. Melee combat units are naturally psychic armor to enhance their own defense capabilities.

However, this is only for ordinary people, and there will be more choices for family members.

"Are you still?" Chen Xing looked at the silver star on his waist and asked.

"Oh, my goodness, you are the shameless yellow monkey I have ever seen." Cassie held up her hands, looking mad.

Skin color is always accompanied by discrimination. Just like on earth, black people’s scornful name is "black ghost", white people's scornful name is "white pig", blue blood people's scornful name is "big goose", and sand people's scornful name is "sand dog".

Chen Xing grinned and was about to scold him back when a figure suddenly appeared in the darkness behind him. He immediately moved his fingers together, turned his back, and shot out an electric arc.

"what!"

With a cry of pain, the body was covered with tiny electric arcs. But an electric shock of this magnitude was nothing. She held the scimitar and crossed her chest and said, "Relax, buddy."

Chen Xing didn't say a word, and another arc passed. The electric arc hit the woman, and the woman trembled all over, with fine beads of sweat coming out of her forehead. But he just stared at Chen Xing and did not continue to approach.

"I don't like other people's temptations." Chen Xing said blankly.

"I'm sorry, I don't mean to offend." The woman threw the scimitar away, opened her arms, bare her chest and abdomen, expressing her abandonment of resistance.

Chen Xing didn't intend to let her go. He stretched out his hand and the arc shot out and hit the woman's chest. The woman groaned and stepped back, but still kept her arms open.

"Zilazi!"

Two more arcs hit the woman again. The woman knelt down on the ground with a soft foot, her chest was constantly rising and falling, panting heavily, as if she was suffering from great pain.

"I hope there won't be another time." Chen Xing said lightly, turning around and looking at the Tushan Mountain in the distance.

Cassie wanted to complain, but she also shut up funny.

"You, you, follow me." Chen Xing pointed to A Qiaomu and another stout male mercenary. His voice is not loud, but it is full of unquestionable majesty.

The two accused did not say anything, one picked up the scimitar, the other carried the assault rifle on his back, and silently followed Chen Xing. Above the wilderness, the strong is respected, the rules are so simple, there is nothing to argue about.

"Take me and divide the money, so I can forget me." When he got into the jeep, Cassie chased him, "White pig, let go!" He rushed into the car without any explanation, squeezing the back seat. Big man.

The white mercenary bared his teeth and glared at Cassie, as if at this

The title is very offensive.

"Relax, man, we are going for an outing..." Cassie patted the other person on the shoulder profusely, then glanced at the knife on his waist, "Or cut your neck."

The two faced each other for a while, and the white mercenary threw away his hand in disgust, looked forward, and said nothing.

Not long after, the four climbed up the hill and found two corpses.

The guns and belongings were all seized, leaving only the clothes and the black watch on the wrist. No one is interested in the black form. On the one hand, the black form will scan the user’s DNA/fragments to determine the access rights, even the immediate family members cannot use it; on the other hand, carrying someone else’s black form can easily cause suspicion and trouble Duoduo, it is even possible to be prosecuted for homicide, or exiled to the Black Death Continent, or down to two major credit ratings, and the gains outweigh the losses. If it is not the black watch of an acquaintance, it is kept as a relic, and few people are willing to share this muddy water.

"It's a member of the mercenary group."

A Qiaomu squatted next to the corpse and said, pointing to a newer color on his left chest. It is not difficult to see that the sign at that location has been torn away, and there are obvious thread and needle holes around.

In areas where there is no satellite signal coverage, the mercenary group is transformed into bandits and robbers, burning, killing, looting, and doing nothing. But in most cases, it was the mercenary group that didn't mix well. Can make money normally, who wants to do this kind of activity? If one accidentally hits the iron plate with one head, it must be incomplete.

"Can you tell which mercenary group it is from?" Chen Xing asked.

A Qiaomu shook his head.

"Then forget it." Chen Xing finished, kicking the two corpses down the hill. It won't be long before the corpse dogs smelling blood a few kilometers away will come around and eat the corpse clean. It is environmentally friendly and it doesn't even need to be buried.