Data Wasteland

"Rumble..."

Soon after Chen Xing left, there was the roar of the engine from the ground, and then a huge drill bit broke out of the soil, turning at high speed towards the sky, and then gradually stopped.

With the sound of "clanging", the iron door fell down, hit the ground and bounced a few times, a heavy iron shoe stepped on it, and suddenly it rattled.

"Don't step on my car, okay? Big can."

The black man said dissatisfiedly. No matter how tattered things are, it is also his sanctuary weapon. Even if black people don't care much about face, he still has dignity.

"Go away, nigger!"

The canned knight bit a big cigar under the T-shaped iron mask, his voice was rough and hoarse, and he seemed to be in a bad mood.

"Blind hunting, how many people are there?"

The canned knight pointed to a gray cloth shed in the distance, and turned to ask the blind blue-blooded man who lowered his head and got out of the cabin.

"About two thousand people." The other party replied.

"Are you sure the target is inside?" The Canned Knight asked gruffly.

"If the target leaves the crowd, it will re-enter my mind, so..." The blue blood man with a black cloth on his head nodded and saluted, "Please trust my professional ability."

"You better don't make a mistake," the canned knight said, his voice in a warning tone.

The blue blood man bowed his head and backed away, without speaking any more.

Then the canned knight looked in the direction of the bazaar, was silent for a while, and said to the man in black behind him, "Shadow soldier, I'll go in and find someone, and I'll leave it to you here."

The latter nodded.

"Captain Rhino, there are so many people here, how are you going to find it?" The gardener stepped forward with a mocking smile on his face.

"What can you do?" the rhino rider asked, frowning.

"In our hometown, the best way to deal with a mouse hiding in a hole is to smoke it." The gardener pointed to the market. "Throw a few acid bombs in and you will find someone right away."

For a while, the canned knight's brows deepened, and he seemed to be thinking about the feasibility of the gardener's plan.

"I object." The shadow soldier who had been silent suddenly said, "We must control the casualties, otherwise it will attract the attention of the master."

"Cut!" The gardener was full of disdain. "The sandstorm in Dafangzhou kills hundreds of thousands a year, and she doesn't necessarily pay attention."

"Natural disasters are not the same as man-made disasters." The Canned Knight agreed with the shadow pawn.

Natural disasters are force majeure, but man-made disasters can be controlled. Doing too much may cause the intervention of the mastermind.

"I don't care what you do, but I want to remind you that time is limited. Once the Bloody Queen arrives, it will be a problem for us to escape." said the gardener.

"I know." The canned knight nodded and strode towards the bazaar.

Before entering, the canned knight put away the sanctuary arms and restored the appearance of a middle-aged brawny man.

Potato skins, a small market on the border of the Principality of Norton, radiates more than one hundred plantations around it.

The market is on a sloping ground, with temporary booths and tents everywhere.

"I want to place an order of 100 tons of wheat, can it be cheaper?"

"I want two hundred tons of corn at a lower price."

"Brothers, my price is already very cheap. If we lower the price, we can't even afford fertilizer, let alone deworming, and we have to ask the company to harvest..."

A group of vendors dressed in travel robes gathered in front of the stall and bargained with the uncle farm man who showed his muscles in suspender jeans.

It is mid-August, and there is still one month before the harvest season. Food vendors from all over the country poured in, placing good orders in advance.

"This price is 30% more expensive than last year. You are really unkind!" said a food vendor.

"We can't help it!" The farm uncle looked helpless, "You know, this year, Longhe has been rioted, prices continue to rise, and the grain harvest is not very good. We are also very difficult."

"At your price, I might as well go to Qingguo to place an order. Although it's a long journey there, it costs a lot of gas, but it's much cheaper than you in total."

"Brother, I can't talk about it. You also know that this year is not peaceful. If you buy goods in Qing Country, you will have to pass through the central wilderness. There are many robbers on the road!"

"Plus the cost of mercenaries is cheaper than you!"

"Boiled chicken breast, egg white, pure vegetable drink!" "Albumin/powder, fresh goat's milk, multigrain pie!"

Snack vendors shuttled through the crowd, yelling. The things they sell are also very characteristic of Norton. Muscle uncles don't like junk food like hot dog beer, they only like healthy foods that help muscles.

"Here is chicken breast."

"Two copper plates, thank you for your patronage."

The can knight snatched the paper bag from the vendor and threw out two copper plates.

As soon as he took a bite, he vomited it out, "Damn, you don't even have enough salt, is it someone who eats it?"

He cursed, smashed the paper bag with chicken breast on the side of the road, and then continued to walk forward.

Just after the canned food knight left, one of the vendors who surrounded the stall turned his head, a glimmer of light flashed under his hood.

He was Chen Xing, and he bought a travel gown immediately after entering the market, pretending to be a vendor and mixing into the crowd.

He has spent most of his life hiding in the east, and he is very professional in disguising and avoiding.

The canned knight looked around and left without finding anything.

"How is it going?"

Outside the market, the crowd gathered around the canned knight and asked about the situation.

"No way, there are too many people." The canned knight spread his hands, expressing helplessness.

"Take me in." The blind hunter with a guide cane stepped forward and said, "As long as the distance is close enough, I can tell."

"No..." The canned knight shook his head, "Our opponent is not a harmless little white rabbit, but a real wild wolf."

"Hidden, sneak attacks, and traps, he is proficient in everything. We can't afford to lose you." Canned Knight said. Once Chen Xing rises in the dark, attacks and kills the blind hunt, and then teleports far away, this mission will fail completely.

"Humph!" The gardener sneered, "I have already said that if you want to drive away the mice in the hole, you can only use smoke!"

The canned knight looked at the shadow pawn, his eyes

There is consultation. Although the code name of the shadow soldier sounds humble, it is the strongest existence in the team.

He didn't know what the other party's real name was, only that the other party was once one of the top ten servants of the king. Shadow soldier is not only a code name, but also the only name in the world.

Facing the canned knight's gaze, Ying Zuo nodded slightly. The former was supported and turned to the gardener, "Just do what you say!"

"Implement an enclosure operation!"

With the order of the canned knight, the gardener activated the magic tricks, and the vines of the Desert Overlord flower grew wildly, and continued to grow and spread to both sides.

In a blink of an eye, vines surrounded the market. Sharp poisonous thorns grew on the vines, and a gerbil that accidentally touched it turned up its belly on the spot, dead and uplifted. The vine grows horizontally and then grows upward.

After several minutes of savage growth, a wall of thorns five to six meters high was formed.

At this time, the people in the market finally noticed the abnormality and exclaimed.

"Oh my God, what is this!" "We seem to be surrounded by plants!"

At the same time, the blind hunter outside the bazaar faced the sky and opened his arms.

The sky went dark suddenly, and countless black shadows flew out.

"Crack quack!"

Large groups of crows flew out of the cracks in the space, hovering over the bazaar, making unpleasant calls.

Looking at it, these crows were rotten all over, exposing bones and internal organs, and their shapes were terrible.

"Scorpion Crow!" "It's Yu Ling!"

The merchants traveled north and south, and many of them were well-informed, and they quickly recognized the nature of the crows.

Just as everyone was whispering, they were all guessing the reason for the sudden visit of the strong, and a sound of breaking through the air was heard quickly.

Immediately afterwards, a group of acid bombs exploded in the market center.

At the location of the landing point, within 30 meters, there was no scream, and it turned into a bone.

The acid sputtering range reached 100 meters, and the eardrums were pierced with screams and screams for a while.

As long as the acid is splashed, the skin burns from the slightest to the full-blown.

An acid bomb took away 30 or 40 lives on the spot.

The apocalyptic scene horrified everyone, scrambling to escape to the bazaar.

However, the periphery of the bazaar was heavily surrounded by poisonous vines, and when he touched the poisonous thorn, he foamed at his mouth and fell to the ground.

There are also elite-level evolutionaries who want to rely on their superior jumping ability to cross the vines, but several vines are shot from the plant wall, intercepting them in the air, and pulling the escapers back like a whip.

Unable to escape the poisonous vines, everyone returned to the bazaar.

At this moment, a gap was suddenly opened in the vine wall, and a burly man walked in.

His canned helmet faced everyone, and a loud sound came from the T-shaped vent.

"Among you, there is a mouse hiding!"

"Pull it out and you can live!"

"otherwise…"

The voice was suddenly cold, "Every minute, we will fire an acid bomb until it becomes hell!"