Flowers Blooming in the Wasteland

Fu Yunlan dragged him onto the road like a sack of potatoes, and Punk said in surprise: "Young master is still alive, what a fate."

"Crow, go and take out the protective suit from the trunk." Fu Yunlan checked Celeste's physical condition, the crow seemed rather reluctant, and said in a low voice in the protective mask: "He is already nuclear Is there any point in wearing protective clothing after being exposed to radiation for so long?"

Fu Yunlan frowned: "Don't talk nonsense."

The crow had no choice but to put away his weapon and muttered to climb down the slope to pry the stuck trunk. Punk turned Jimmy's body over and checked his cause of death: "What's going on with this guy, why didn't he wait for us?"

Fu Yunlan turned to look at Celeste: "Tell me, what happened?"

Celeste touched the big bag that came out of his head, frowned and tried to recall: "At that time...he saw that there was not much time left, and you drove away before you got rid of the zombies. He waited for you, but he didn't listen to me. Then, the nuclear bomb went off, he was probably frightened, and the car suddenly deviated from the direction and fell into a ditch, and I passed out."

"This idiot." Punk stood up, kicked the corpse angrily and said, "He broke his ribs, and then probably because of crawling around, the broken bone pierced into the internal organs, so it's okay to die stupidly And it crashed our car!"

"I said earlier that this idiot is unreliable." Crow had already taken out the protective suit from the trunk, threw it in front of Celeste, and tried in vain to wipe off the mud on the protective suit.

"You have said too much, Mr. Crow's Mouth." Punk said angrily, "If you knew this would happen, why didn't you learn how to drive?"

Crow shrugged: "Well, maybe the captain can try to fix the car."

"Are you omnipotent as the captain?" Punk suddenly looked at Celeste belatedly, "By the way, do you think that the way he talks is a bit... weird?"

The crow continued his crow mouth: "Maybe the nuclear radiation burned his tongue, or his brain, or other parts of his body. Damn Jimmy, he didn't know how to close the car door before he died, the young master should be under the nuclear radiation It has been exposed for more than half an hour, I suspect that even if we take him back like this, he will not live for a few days, and the boss may not know how to deal with us."

Fu Yunlan frowned and looked at Celeste, who was trying to put on the protective suit, but his posture was stiff and clumsy, and he tripped himself just as he was about to put one foot into the trouser leg of the protective suit.

"Okay, Mr. Crow's mouth, can you be more crow's mouth? I suspect that he will not be able to go back." Punk shook his head, unable to bear to look directly, "Hey, young master, what do you think? It hurts. Do you feel nauseous?"

Celeste suspected that if he said "yes", these people might just shoot him and kill him to save trouble. Fortunately, he didn't show the typical symptoms of acute radiation sickness, so he shook his head cautiously.

Punk and Crow looked at Celeste suspiciously, and then at Fu Yunlan. Fu Yunlan didn't say anything, but just knelt down to help stuff Celeste into the protective clothing.

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When he put down the gun, the others took over the task of vigilance consciously. Suddenly, the crow narrowed his eyes and carefully looked at a small dot that was approaching rapidly in the distance: "What is that... It's so fast, it looks like a mutant people?"

"Can't you shut your stinky mouth?" Punk looked in that direction nervously, "If you are caught by your crow's mouth again, I'm afraid God can't save us!"

It wasn't that he was discouraged. Mutants in this wasteland could be said to be like gods of death. If they encountered mutated animals, looting bandits, or groups of zombies, it was the guns in their hands and their own bodies that decided life and death. strength, then meeting mutants is completely a matter of luck, just like watching a nuclear bomb fall from the sky, and the impact point is right where you are standing, no matter how brave, powerful, smart, and sharp you are, in the end All the same result.

Fu Yunlan also stood up and looked in that direction, and saw a black figure jumping between the wreckage of the building in the ruins of the nuclear explosion, quickly approaching a distance that they could barely recognize.

That person looked no different from a human being at first glance, but his movements were as swift as a running feline, as if he could ignore the gravity of the earth and jump directly over the building blocking the way, just seeing the pale complexion With dark black and bluish hair, Fu Yunlan knew that the crow was unfortunately right again, that he was really a mutant.

"Run!" Punk screamed.

"It's impossible to escape, fight!" Fu Yunlan pushed Celeste aside, "Find a place to hide by yourself!"

Celeste has been unable to control his hands and feet since he woke up, and was pushed by him and rolled all the way down the slope beside the road.

When Celeste got up in a daze, the protective clothing was already covered with mud, and he didn't bother to wipe it off. He tried to climb to the wasteland next to the road, where there was a large rusty car that had been scrapped for many years. The small half of the truck was already buried in the soil. As soon as Celeste hid behind the truck, he heard gunshots on the road.

Almost within a few seconds after the gunshot rang out, there were the screams of the dying crow and the wild laughter of the mutant.

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Thelister huddled behind the truck with her legs crossed, listening to the fight on the road—or the slaughter.

He thought he should be scared.

It's like being trapped in a laboratory warehouse, the surroundings are so dark that you can't see your fingers, and the zombies are scratching and hitting outside the iron gate day and night, endlessly, and the metal creaks and squeaks under the strange force of the zombies. It seemed as if the door would be broken into at any time.

At that time, he was so scared that he didn't even dare to sleep, so he could only force himself to endure the time. The fear at that time was still vivid in his memory, but now, the string called "fear" in his mind seemed to be Already broken, not only did he not feel afraid, but he began to think about the status quo calmly.

Even though he has been inside the safe city walls, he has not heard much about these monsters called "Death of the Wasteland". The same goes for killing a bloody path in the group.

In just such a short time, the crow and Punk had already died in the hands of the mutants. Fu Yunlan probably wouldn't last long, and then it was his turn. It was meaningless for him to hide, this level of hiding Of course, it is impossible to deceive the eyes and ears of mutants, and mutants will not suddenly show mercy and let a person who has no resistance, they never leave anyone alive, otherwise they would not be called "" Reaper of the Wasteland".

Is there no other way?

Celeste poked his head out to watch the battle on the road.

Fu Yunlan held the dagger behind her right hand, and had already started a fierce hand-to-hand fight with the unarmed mutant.Celeste remembered that his father mentioned to him that Fu Yunlan was the best mercenary under his command. It seems that this is true. His strength, speed and skills have almost reached the limit of human beings, but the body of a mutant The strength has already surpassed the limit of human beings.

Not long after, Fu Yunlan was kicked out by the mutant and fell to the ground.

The mutant touched a shallow wound on his neck, looked at the blue-black blood on his fingertips, and sneered: "As a lowly human being, you can actually hurt me, you are really an interesting prey Well, but the prey is the prey after all, and this game should be over."

During the few words he said, the wound on his neck that almost cut through the carotid artery had stopped bleeding on its own and started to close up. The same was true on his body. Fu Yunlan shot him at least a dozen times back and forth, but the mutation Except for a little bluish-black blood, the man didn't seem to take the shot seriously at all.

And Fu Yunlan was kicked in the abdomen by him, and she fell to the ground.

"Are you going to faint now? I didn't use much effort." The mutant walked over to himself, and fiddled with Fu Yunlan's body with his toes.

Fu Yunlan hugged his leg suddenly, so fast that even the reaction speed of a mutant couldn't dodge, and then an anti-joint technique was about to break his knee.

If his opponent was a human, this leg must be useless. Unfortunately, the strength of the joints of the mutant is many times stronger than that of ordinary people. Ripped him off his legs.

The lightweight protective clothing couldn't provide Fu Yunlan with any protection other than radiation protection, and he couldn't breathe immediately.