Data Wasteland

Two days later, Chen Xing, who was wrapped in a bandage and wrapped in a mummy, was transferred from the hospital to an ordinary cell, waiting for the court to open a trial.

As it was a felony murder of a nobleman, he was put in a single cell. About seven or eight square meters, a iron frame bed, a small table, a toilet, and a curtain are all the facilities.

Chen Xing was lying on the bed, his emotions not fluctuating much. The death penalty in this world was abolished by the "Human Survival Committee" more than two hundred years ago. The heaviest punishment is simply exile to the Black Death Continent, allowing it to fend for itself.

Anyway, there is no danger to his life for the time being, and he is also happy. On the small table next to the bed was a siren red wine, and next to the bottle was a crystal goblet filled with one-third of the dark red syrup. Due to the unknown situation of the people below, there was much speculation about his identity, and his attitude was pretty good. Even Alan, a rapid healer of the Holy Light Church, sent a bottle of good wine.

If you don't drink it for nothing, you may not have any chance to drink it in the future. Naturally, Chen Xing will not refuse.

The fan on his face was still hot, and the **** was too cruel to start. The fan was full of psychic energy, and his cheekbones were cracked. Compared with the severe injury to the chest and back, the pain on the face is more humiliating. Every time he grinned in pain, he would swear silently. One day, let that **** kneel at her feet, tortured her with the cruel punishment in the world, and make her regret coming to this world.

But imagination belongs to imagination, and reality belongs to reality. He was a prisoner, and he didn't know what was going to happen today, and he wanted to avenge the eldest princess of the Principality. But this did not affect him to satisfy himself with Mr. Lu Xun's Ah Q spirit.

"Clang clang!"

There was a knocking sound from outside, and Chen Xing struggled to sit up. A prison guard tapped the iron fence with a truncheon. After seeing him get up, he unlocked the lock and pushed in a large aluminum suitcase.

"All your things are here, take an inventory, and I will send them to seal if there is no problem," the prison guard said.

With shackles on his hands, Chen Xing moved his body with difficulty and got out of bed. The guard opened the box for him and asked him to count.

The disassembled "Night Owl" and M4 rifle, the tied "Intestines" and sheath knives, a few grenades and five or six boxes of bullets, purses and jade packages, as well as a variety of medicines, compressed food, Compass, map, windproof lighter, etc.

Chen Xing checked for a while, and couldn't help sighing that the atmosphere in the monitor lizard city was good, let alone valuable things, not even a copper plate was lost.

"That's it." Chen Xing bowed his hand to the prison guard, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"It's okay, you rest." After speaking, the prison guard closed the box, pushed it out, and locked the door again.

Chen Xing spent the next few days in boredom. Fortunately, the detention center also provided the prisoners with newspapers, one is the "Dragon City Evening News" of the Red Dragon Principality, and the other is the "Longhe Daily" of the Kingdom.

The latest hot news is the battle between the Duchy of Black Feather and the Duchy of Silver Talon. The black feather soldiers were like a broken bamboo, and once again captured a city. The Begonia family is at stake, and the Malan royal family has sent a prince to mediate, calling on the two countries to "treat it wisely, and stop it."

The war has reached this level, and it is almost time to end. Within the kingdom, it is not that as many territories as lay down can be legally occupied, it also needs to be recognized by the emperor and the elders, otherwise it will be regarded as illegal possession and will not be supported by the clearnet system.

The role of the prince is to redistribute the cake, and if they are divided, they will retreat. But the nobles are average

They will give the prince face, if there is no deep hatred and hatred, you have to fight until the last pawn, and you can almost tell the victory or defeat. After all, there are still interests between countries, and there is still little emotional use.

On the sixth day, Chen Xing was taken to the trial court, and the court arranged for him a defense lawyer. Since Chen Xing surrendered, the process was not controversial. After the defense lawyer put forward several points symbolically, the judgment came down-a fine of five hundred, deprivation of the black watch, and exile on the mainland.

There were more than 900 gold coins in Chen Xing's bank. After deducting the 500 fine, the rest was replaced with physical gold coins.

On the way back to the detention center, Chen Xing ran into a big man with cheeks. The body is stout, and the eyes are like copper bells. As soon as the other party saw him, it was fierce, as if there was some hatred with him. Chen Xing didn't remember that he knew such a person, anyway, he was about to be sent to the Black Death Continent, and he didn't take it to heart.

After another few days, Chen Xing's injury was almost healed, so he was taken on a helium floater and headed to the Black Death Continent.

Due to the advancement of materials, the practicability and stability of the helium floater has risen to a new level. The accident rate is lower than that of ships, and the speed can reach 200 kilometers per hour. It is very energy-efficient and has excellent airborne load capacity. Has been widely used. Carrying people and objects, safe and reliable. The faster airplanes became exclusive to the great nobles, powers and giant merchants.

The number of jet fighters is small and on the verge of being eliminated. There are three main aspects. On the one hand, the development of science and technology. With the support of intelligent systems, the accuracy of portable tracking missiles has been greatly improved, and individual soldiers can kill fighters. On the other hand, there are cost-effective issues. Aircraft counterfeiting is expensive and sophisticated. It is fragile and it is not easy to train pilots. It is better to train more elite fighters. Thirdly, the Human Survival Committee stipulates that large-scale lethal weapons cannot be used internally, which greatly reduces the role of aircraft.

Chen Xing sat in the cabin. This is a small floating boat. The interior is long and slightly wider than a train. There are folding tables and chairs on both sides. It is not too comfortable to sit with its back against the bulkhead.

The material box was kept by the accompanying police and returned to them when they parachuted. Soon after boarding the airship, Chen Xing saw the big-faced man who was hostile to him before.

Next to the big man were two men, with sharp eyesight and capable movements. At first glance, they knew they were veterans with many battles. Judging from the exposed bronze muscles, it is likely to be elite or large elite.

"Boy, I will unscrew your head and sit on a stool!" As he walked past Chen Xing, the man with his cheeks barked his teeth and said viciously.

Although the opponent's strength looks good, Chen Xing is not too scared, just being hated for no reason, a little uncomfortable. Before long, he used half a bottle of red wine to inquire about the other party's situation from the accompanying policeman.

That big cheeked man was named Jones King, the former head of the Black Eagle Mercenary Corps. Hearing this, Chen Xing understood that the people he and Cassie had killed before were the members of the Black Eagle Group. The other party is the head of the regiment, so naturally he has an enemy.

In the fire in Raven City, Jones King lost his mercenary group and took the remnants to Monitor City. Because of his irritability, he drank all day long, so that he tried to provoke him after drinking, and missed four people with two subordinates and was sentenced to exile.

Fortunately, Chen Xing and Jones King are not in the same placement group, and they are placed in different regions. There are hundreds or thousands of kilometers apart, so don't worry about conflicts immediately.

Chen Xing suddenly felt that right now

The situation is a bit like a game on Earth before—eat chicken!

This is a game of PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, a large number of players will be airdropped to an island, pick up guns to kill each other, and decide a winning team.

Chen Xing looked around. The same group was composed of two young men with strong punk styles in their outfits and hairstyles. They wore colorful cockscombs, tattoos on their arms and faces, and wore nose rings and earrings. The two of them lowered their heads and whispered from time to time, looking at Chen Xing with a little ill-will, as if they were looking at prey.

In the corner of the cabin, a man in a black robe sat. From the outline, she is a woman of good figure. She lowered her head and hugged her legs, her face hidden in her hood, invisible.

For some reason, Chen Xing looked familiar. However, women with good bodies are all the same, with big breasts, thin waist and round hips, and it is not surprising that they are familiar with each other.

"Women, do you want to post with Grandpa?"

A man walked over with a dirty smile on his face. The woman ignored him, still bowing her head.

"Huh!" The man was rejected, showing a fierce look, threatening, "We are in a group, and I will cut your belly later." He stretched out his finger, and the woman gently stroked under her ribs. Then he licked his fingers, his movements were indescribably disgusting.

The woman still didn't move, like a lamb that was obedient.

"Sit back!" Seeing this, the policeman stepped forward and drew out his baton, and stopped.

The man shrugged and returned to his seat.

After this episode, the cabin returned to quiet, everyone sat peacefully, only a few people who knew each other were whispering.

Every once in a while, the police will bring water and food. The water is ordinary purified water, two hundred milliliters, plus a hamburger or a few cookies, plus noodles with meat sauce and curry rice. The food is not bad.

But this is also the last supper. When it comes to the Black Death Continent, you can only eat dirt if you can't find food.

There were about twenty prisoners in the entire cabin, and the accompanying policemen were twice as many as the prisoners. Their expressions are relatively lax, probably because it is high in the sky and no one can escape.

The small round windows on the bulkheads turn from white to black, and from black to white.

After a voyage of more than 70 hours, the airship crossed the vast sea, flew more than 15,000 kilometers, and finally entered a piece of scorched earth.

The ground is scorched like carbon, and the vegetation is not growing, as if it had just been burned by a fire. In the distance are cracked mountains, toppling city ruins, and rocky black wilderness.

The scars caused by the nuclear bomb still exist, and a huge pothole can be seen every ten kilometers. It was a crater caused by a nuclear bomb, as deep as a canyon, silently recording a cruel history.

The Black Death Continent was originally called "Xiaodongzhou", and it was the birthplace of the Ying people. It was the worst-hit area during the cataclysm, and the undercurrent of time and space hit the entrance of this world, and was finally blown up by a nuclear bomb.

Today, there are still countless world fragments and mutant creatures hidden on the Black Death Continent. Radiation pollution is everywhere, and it is an extremely dangerous place.

The purpose of exile is not to kill criminals, but to allow criminals to control the number of mutant creatures. As long as he stays for enough years and kills a sufficient number of mutant creatures, he can return to society. However, there is no such thing in all, and most of them will die in extremely harsh environments.