Data Wasteland

At noon, the late spring sun was shining on the red earth. Although the temperature is not too hot, it is still a bit sun-dried. A jeep drove, and a large amount of mud and grass blades were rolled up behind the car.

"It's not Qin, it's Chen, Mr Chen."

Cassie drove the car, Chen Xing was lying on the door with a bipod, correcting Cassie's pronunciation.

"Qin, Mr..." Cassie bit the syllable with difficulty, "Qin!"

"It's Chen, Chen." Chen Xing taught patiently.

"Qin." Cassie was still wrong.

"Chen." "Qin." "Chen!" "Qin!" "Chen!" After a few rounds, Chen Xing became more and more irritable. How could this little black man's tongue be straight.

Seeing that Chen Xing was about to get angry, Cassie was fully absorbed, held back for a long time, and finally squeezed out a word, "Qin!"

Chen Xing was completely mad, drew out his pistol, pressed Cassie’s head, and said in a deep voice, "Chen!"

Cassie broke out in a cold sweat, rubbed his face vigorously, stuck out his tongue, took a deep breath, made preparations, and slowly pronounced:

"Qin..."

"It's Qin, not Qin!" Chen Xing roared, in a hurry, a slip of the tongue occurred.

"Qin!" Cassie exclaimed excitedly, "I said it was Qin, hahaha, Mr. Qin, can I pronounce it correctly?"

Chen Xing patted his forehead vigorously and said to himself, "What the **** am I doing..." Then he put away the pistol and completely gave up correcting the opponent. This guy lacks a tendon and can't straighten it.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, the two of Chen Xing drove a jeep, made a big circle, and caught up with the caravan.

Although they look down on the fat leader, they are refugees and need a temporary identity certificate provided by the caravan to enter the city.

The whole caravan was lifeless, everyone was listless, and it seemed that they had not recovered from the blow just now. Seeing Chen Xing and the two return to the team, the fat leader sighed and stopped talking, but in the end he said nothing.

"A Qiaomu was caught by them, think of a way to save her!" The white mercenary jumped out of the car, grabbed Chen Xing's arm, and pleaded.

Chen Xing was shocked, only then did he remember that the other party was talking about the female mercenary. They have known each other for less than a day, and the impression is not very deep. Not to mention that there are so many people in the Black Eagles group. How could it be possible for the other party to take risks for the other party. Just about to refuse, the black guy scolded first: "Brother, are you an idiot? There are more than 100 guns on the opposite side, we There are only three people, let alone saving people, it's not enough to put their teeth between them."

The white mercenary listened, bowed his head, and seemed to know that the possibility was unlikely, but only hoped that a miracle would happen.

Cassie patted the white mercenary on the shoulder and said, "Brother, that group of people are fat and oily, even armed crickets, even if they don't save people, I really want to rob them, but..." He shrugged Shrugged, "You know..."

Then, he sighed again, and said with some sympathy, "Poor A Qiaomu, I must suffer tonight."

"He, do they really do that?" The white mercenary turned pale, clutching Cassie's shoulders as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Forget her..." Cassie persuaded, "A lamb that fell into the wolf's den. All that is waiting for it is carnival and feast..." He shrugged habitually, revealing a "you know" expression.

The white mercenary suddenly slumped on the ground, his eyes widened and his eyes dull.

When listening to the same words in Chen Xing's ears, the results are quite different. A flash of light flashed in my mind, but it was fleeting, and some couldn't grasp the point.

"What did you just say?" Chen Xing frowned and asked Cassie thoughtfully.

"Huh?" Cassie was visibly stunned, not understanding what he meant.

"I mean, what you said just now, please say it again." Chen Xing said.

"About Aqiao?" Cassie asked uncertainly.

"There's more, more up." Chen Xing continued.

"I want to rob them?" Cassie asked.

"No." Chen Xing shook his head.

"Are they rich?" Cassie asked tentatively.

"Pop!" Chen Xing hammered his palm vigorously, "Yes, that's it!"

Together, these two factors have brought about subtle changes in things.

First, they are rich; second, they will have a carnival tonight.

Being rich and slack in defense is simply a godsend opportunity.

Chen Xing condensed his eyes and said, "I think,

We have a responsibility to rescue our companions! "He spoke righteously, and he couldn't say it seriously.

"What?" Cassie was stunned, as if he had misheard. When did this cunning yellow monkey become so noble? The white mercenary showed ecstasy and kept giving Chen Xing a thumbs up, "You are a hero!"

"Come here..." Chen Xing pulled Cassie aside to explain the benefits.

"You are a lunatic!" Cassie said with a stern face, then stretched his brows, gestured with a pistol in both hands, and said, "But I like it."

Afterwards, Cassie clenched his fist and said seriously to the white mercenary, "A Qiaomu is a good girl. We can't just watch her suffer, we must save her!"

In this way, the three of them hit it off and drove back in the jeep led by the fat man. The fat boss was in the first place, and he was too embarrassed to stop it, and he also provided some supplies.

The three of them arrived at the previous camp very quickly. As time passed not long ago, the black eagle group's car traces were still obvious. The three of them drove the car, following the traces, tracking all the way.

"Look, what is that?"

More than ten minutes later, the sharp-eyed Casey noticed something beside the car mark, so he stopped.

When I came closer, it was a gray wear-resistant cloth with neat edges, as if it had been cut by a sharp weapon. Cassie sniffed, and said with a strange expression, "It's pants..."

Further forward, they found a white cotton cloth. What it is, a discerning person knows at a glance. But everyone tacitly told them and didn't tell the truth. After a while, they found a shirt cut with a knife and a belt-shaped cover. Obviously, these things belong to the same owner.

The white mercenary's face was a little pale. It is not difficult to imagine what happened here.

"These bastards!" Cassie couldn't help cursing, and thumped the steering wheel hard.

Chen Xing shook his head, but said nothing. The opponent was too anxious, and it took just over ten minutes to leave the caravan.

After that, the three of them were silent and continued to track, and finally found the camp of the Black Eagle Group in the evening.

The camp was built in a natural karst cave under a low mountain, with sand trucks parked outside, among which the red armed crickets are particularly conspicuous.

In the telescope, the hole of the cave is pulled with a thick cloth curtain, and the situation inside can not be seen, but there is orange-red fire light from the gap. There are only seven or eight people patrolling the periphery, all a little absent-minded, looking in the direction of the cave from time to time. In that way, it is both curiosity and expectation.

"Boss, what should I do?" Cassie asked Chen Xing, who was holding the telescope. Before he knew it, he had already regarded Chen Xing as the leader.

"Wait until it gets dark." Chen Xing put down the telescope and said, there is still four or five kilometers away from the cave, and he will definitely be found directly past.

"Aqiao Mu..." The white mercenary stopped talking.

"Brother, I understand your feelings..." Chen Xing patted the other person on the shoulder and said, "But we are in the past, and the only result is to lose ourselves."

The white mercenary sighed, looking at the cave in the distance a little lonely, but helpless.

While waiting, the sun gradually went down and the moon and stars rose slowly. Cassie took out a small pocket watch, glanced at it, and reported the current time-7:05 in the evening.

"Wait." Chen Xing said blankly, and then ate the compressed biscuits.

An hour later, the white mercenary couldn't help it, but Chen Xing still said, "Wait."

At ten o'clock in the evening, the white mercenary became more and more impatient and couldn't help but urged, "Mr Chen, I think we should do it."

"Let them toss for a while." Finally, Chen Xing said his true thoughts.

The white mercenary understood immediately, his face was ashes, and he was silent for a moment, and said with a bit of resentment, "Mr Chen, you are such a cruel person."

Chen Xing's purpose is simple, to let the other party exhaust his energy during the carnival, and then catch it all at once. As for the life and death of that woman, he didn't count it. The experience of the previous life told him that sometimes, blind sympathy can kill the entire team.

The ancients said that kindness does not control soldiers, righteousness does not manage finances, deep love and lifelessness, wisdom will hurt, and those who make big things are unyielding.

"Brother, we only have three people, and they..." Chen Xing's tone gradually became cold, "There are more than one hundred!"

Finally, the white mercenary nodded in frustration, did not refute, moved to the side in despair, and looked at the camp in a daze.

The faint firelight overflowed from the curtain of the cave, and the mercenaries on patrol stopped at the entrance of the cave from time to time, opened the curtain and looked inside, then left with an excited smile and continued patrolling.