Data Wasteland

"Is it okay to drink tea?" Chen Xing asked, and then explained, "The weather hasn't turned cold yet, so I didn't bring wine on my body." The Red Earth Continent is located in the north of the world. It will be very cold in winter, so many people Have the habit of bringing wine.

"Captain Chen asks me to drink whatever I want." Bona said with a smile.

Then, Chen Xing took out two marching cloth stools, a small kerosene stove, and a small pot for boiling water from the tent. Then the material truck filled some water, took out the tea can from the side of the backpack, poured some, and boiled it.

After a while, the water boiled and the fragrance of tea escaped. Chen Xing only had one marching cup, so he gave it to Bona and drank it with his lunch box.

"Well, it's so fragrant~" Bona blew the heat, took a sip, and praised, "I didn't expect our Captain Chen to not only make girls, but also proficient in tea art and make good tea. It's really a surprise~"

But to put it bluntly, Chen Xing just boiled the pot of water and threw some tea into it. He had no skill at all.

"Where is it, it's just a little addiction." Chen Xing smiled and waved his hands. Facing Bona's deliberate welcome, instead of feeling happy, he became more vigilant.

Nothing to show courtesy, to steal if you do.

I have to say that the woman in front of me is still tender or anxious. If it were him to do this, it would definitely be a lot cryptic. At least not so easily, let the other party feel the problem.

"Captain Chen, where are you from?" Bona asked after putting down the Army Cup, looking straight into Chen Xing's eyes.

"Crow City." Chen Xing replied.

"Oh my God, that's a big city!" Bona exclaimed, then lifted up her clothes, looked at her belly, and said bitterly, "I said, no wonder the skin is so white, whiter than me, it makes me jealous. ~" Without waiting for Chen Xing to speak, she continued, "You look like a rich young master. What does your family do?"

"No, it's just ordinary people who do small business." Chen Xing said.

"Oh, it doesn't look like it," Bona said to herself. "Those big businessmen always say that they are in'small business'..."

Chen Xing smiled, neither affirmed nor denied. In this case, vagueness is best. People can't figure out his situation, so they don't dare to feel badhearted easily.

Then the two chatted for a while. When the tea was almost finished, Bona suddenly leaned over and whispered, "I just broke up with my boyfriend, and just last night, he said I was a bad woman. I am in a very bad mood now, so I can take me out. Wind?"

"Huh?" Chen Xing pretended not to understand.

"There are too many people here, and I don't want them to see me crying." Bona said with a dim look, her mood a little depressed.

But Chen Xing knew that everything he saw now was pretended by the other party, and the purpose was self-evident. It's just that he doesn't understand, how did the other party discover that he was carrying valuables, or why did the other party stare at him?

He didn't understand, but he would definitely not take risks with his body, so he refused, "Tomorrow night, I got up too early today, and now my eyelids are about to fight. If there is any danger outside, I will be fine. It's not good to let the beauty get hurt."

"Tomorrow night, I don't need someone to accompany me." Bonanu snorted and looked upset.

"I'm really sorry, I really want to accompany you to relax. But I'm really tired now. If I fall asleep halfway through the conversation, it would be rude." Chen Xingyu said with a pun.

"Okay, then next time. You rest early, and I'll beg for tea with you tomorrow night." Bona got up and said goodbye, then twisted her waist and disappeared into Chen Xing's sight.

After a while, Bona walked out of the camp and blew a whistle. Immediately, a few figures walked out of the dark, followed behind her, and returned to the tent of the Black Snake Brigade unit.

A middle-aged man sitting cross-legged in the middle of the tent was the one who was talking to Chen Xingpan at noon today.

"That kid is very alert, my action failed." Bona said with a bit of disappointment.

"Yeah..." The middle-aged man frowned and groaned for a while. Suddenly his eyes widened and he said in a deep voice, "In this case, wait until midnight..." At this point, he made a "cut" action instead. The second half sentence.

"Brother, this..." Bona seemed a little hesitant, "Will it be too eye-catching to do it directly in the camp? In case someone goes back and tells the brigade commander that we are taking a private job..."

"It's okay!" The middle-aged man raised his hand and interrupted her. "Captain Sun said, he is just a newcomer and has no background. Besides, collecting money to help people eliminate disasters is justified. . And, I think he ran to Longshi Town at this time, and in all likelihood, he found something good at the underground water station and wanted to send it to the auction house for auction. As long as he can get him, it’s double money. Sun Yong That one, one for him."

The middle-aged man squinted his eyes, looked around at the men in the tent, and continued, "As long as we make enough money, we will return to Longyashan. Who is willing to serve the perverted black snake, who is worried all day long, even sleeping. I can’t sleep well."

"Um..." Bona nodded.

The big man in front of him is her eldest brother Powat. They came from a small mountain village in the northern part of the Longya Mountains and had been mixed with Black Snake for seven or eight years. Black Snake is a mentally distorted person, moody, cruel and addictive, but as long as the man falls into his hands, the man is better, and the woman is the worst, either crazy or crazy.

Working under Black Snake can be described as walking on thin ice, trembling, for fear of when he made a mistake. As her elder brother said, if he made enough money, he left quickly.

In the middle of the night, the entire camp fell silent. In the darkness, several figures surrounded Chen Xing's tent. They arched their waists and moved forward quickly in small fragments, their clothes rustling and rustling. They all held short spears more than one meter long in their hands, and the tips of the blades were wrapped in cotton cloth to hide the reflections.

They approached the tent quietly, then a cold light flashed, and several short spears plunged into the tent at the same time.

"Stab! Stab!"

The tearing sound of the tarp sounded one after another, but the feeling passed by the spear was like a thorn on a ball of cotton, and it was not working hard.

Open the tent, it turned out to be empty!

"Ah!" Bona couldn't help but cried.

"Brothers, Mr. Charles would like to invite you to the tent for a cup of coffee and chat."

The mercenaries were in a state of uncertainty, and suddenly there was a calm and calm voice behind them. Turning his head to look, it was the assistant of the caravan leader Charles, an old and respectful middle-aged accountant who was talking.

For a while, the mercenaries looked at each other and couldn't make up their minds. In the end, Powat was the first to react, and moved to the few people behind him, and followed the middle-aged accountant to the caravan captain's tent.