There was not a trace of plant growth on the barren hillside, and the earthy yellow wind and sand rose from the earthy yellow pits, staining the sky with an earthy yellow.

Piles and piles of various ruins are evidence of the existence of large-scale industrial civilization here. Factories, warehouses, mines, railroad tracks...... Complete or incomplete, half-hidden in the flying sand, the wilderness of the mountains, filled with a sense of desolation in the last days.

Of course, this is not a remnant of a mass extinction of civilization, on the contrary, thanks to the great development of elemental technology over the past thousand years, the Rising Sun Federation, which spans nearly half of the human continent, is constantly creating new peaks of civilization one after another.

But there will be forgotten places in any country, and the town of Tarta, which provided the Federation with three republican rich elemental mines, seems to have been completely forgotten today.

At last a wisp of human smoke appeared in the barren wilderness, a team of fifteen riders, beating their horses close to a warehouse stretching for several square kilometers.

It is more than 200 kilometers southeast of the town of Talta, and it is the largest storage base of elemental ore around the town of Tarta before the veins of the elements in the town of Tarta are exhausted. And now, I'm afraid that even the people who built this warehouse at that time have forgotten the existence of this warehouse.

The first of the riders had a scar on his eyebrow and rough skin. He saddled and dismounted, pushing open the door of a warehouse.

One door away, but it seems to have become another world.

The building outside the door is broken and dusty, and the lights inside the door are red and green, and it is very lively, giving people an extremely unreal sense of trance.

Where the rule of law and civilization have been forgotten, brutal horse bandits naturally occupy the top of the food chain. Over the years, they have called themselves "West Wind Bandits" and gathered like locusts in the vast wilderness around the town of Tarta, Xixing Prefecture.

Two years ago, the Favonius discovered the abandoned warehouse, which they built into an important stronghold for selling stolen goods. Inside these abandoned warehouses, various underground markets, casinos, and nightclubs have been renovated...... Inside the dilapidated warehouse, inside there is a fantasy world.

The place where the scar-eyebrow man pushed the door open, called "Wushanxia", is the largest and most luxurious nightclub here, and it is a place that ordinary horse bandits are usually reluctant to go. But tonight, at the gate of "Wushanxia", a whole fifteen horses were ushered in at once, which clearly showed that Scarmei and them were a small gang of horse bandits who had just finished a big business and returned with a bang.

A small waiter with a baby's face respectfully greeted them, tied their horses, and then led them into the door, and the waiter asked casually, "Distinguished guests, do you need to drink some wine and order two songs to listen to?" ”

Scarbrow waved his hand rudely, "No need, just pick the girl." Oh, Little Seven and Little Eight didn't like this tune, so let them go and drink by themselves. ”

Scarbrow was very comfortable enjoying the right to choose the girl first, and he couldn't wait to put his arms around the girl he had picked and went into the most expensive suite under the "Wushan Mountain".

During the day they ambushed a caravan from the state of Xiyue. The caravan has its own armed forces and even has a silver-tier mage. The battle was extremely hard, they lost twelve brothers, and a large fireball flew over his forehead, and if Hachi hadn't pulled him, it is estimated that only one skull would have burned in his head by now.

But fortunately, they were not afraid of death and gave them a chance to live - the second child fought to freeze into a block of ice and hugged the magician, so the magician finally died under the fire of their elemental guns.

Fortunately, the final harvest was beyond imagination.

As a rising star in this wasteland, Scarbrow not only took only a few months to pull up his own team, but also fought several hostile horse bandit squads one after another, and did several major cases that shook the wasteland, and his reputation was unmatched for a while.

And in today's case, although he lost nearly half of his brothers, the harvest will allow him to recruit more people, buy more guns and horses, and one day be able to compete with the biggest force in the wasteland, and go to the bustling West Star City to enjoy the top life - as long as you bring enough cash, those greedy merchants will never care if there is blood on the money.

The dead never know when they will die, and the living desperately squander the wealth they have gambled with their lives, this is their life, and the life they pursue does not know what to do.

He had just counterattacked a great silver-tier magician, had just pushed his reputation to a new peak, and had just dreamed of dominating the wasteland, but he had just died under the tip of this sudden sword.

Blood flowed like a stream on the futon, and the girl next to her did not scream, because just as Scarbrow fell on the knife, a hand reached out from under the bed and slashed at her neck, and she kicked her slender ankle and fainted.

A skinny figure with a baby face emerged from under the bed, still wearing the waiter's clothes, and a bit of blood had been wiped off by him from the sharp knife, and then hidden in a low-key manner.

How sharp is a knife that, with the force of a person lying down, pierces the thick muscles of the back like butter, and pierces the ribs into the heart as if it were unhindered?

He reached for a bulging black leather bag at the head of the bed, unzipped it to check the stacks of thick bills inside, and then tied it to his waist with great skill. The death of a Faphyr bandit, who was famous even among the bandits, did not seem to make him make too many waves, as if he was accustomed to cooking on a fire at home.

Just look closely at his baby face, two small dimples appear at the corners of his mouth.

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Not all Zephyr bandits like women, such as Xiaoqi and Xiaoba. They drank in the hall, numbed themselves with alcohol, forgot the fierce fighting of the day, and then slept easily.

Xiao Qi probably already had seven or eight points of alcohol, he felt that his abdomen was swollen, and he wanted to empty it, he handed over his black leather bag to Xiao Hachi for safekeeping, and then walked through the staggered hall and staggered to the toilet.

The toilet was empty, and he strode into a cubicle. He didn't notice that as soon as he walked into the cubicle, a baby-faced little waiter followed him into the bathroom. He locked the door of the toilet with his backhand, and at this time, there was a sign at the door of the toilet that read "Suspended".

The toilet is a relatively advanced automatic flushing toilet in the Federation. The toilet user squats with his feet straddled on top of a long ditch that connects all the compartments, and at one end of the ditch is a water tank, and the water will wash away the filth in the ditch by pulling the flush handle of the tank.

Zephyr Bandit Xiaoqi walked into the compartment farthest from the water outlet, and a second later, the baby-faced waiter flashed into the compartment closest to the water outlet.

He raised his head comfortably, the second and third were dead, and he would undoubtedly be able to share more wealth and gain a higher status in this operation. No one knew that the third child's fatal knife was actually stabbed in the back. And he was convinced that, with his mind, one day he would be able to take the place of chief.

Enjoying the physical pleasure and the mental imagination, he did not realize that a pinch of powder wrapped in a ball of newspaper was silently lit and thrown into the ditch in the compartment closest to the outlet. Then the handle of the punch was gently pulled, and the newspaper floated down the water to the place where Xiao Qi was squatting.

The lit newspaper would not be washed out by the water for a while, and the burning suddenly became violent. Xiao Qi finally noticed, but he was a little drunk, and his reaction was half a beat slower, and he didn't understand why the bottom of his butt suddenly burned.

He lifted his pants and tried to stand up, but he was afraid of soiling them. At this time, the flame suddenly shrank, and a smell of fruit instantly hit him. So he fainted halfway up his pants, foaming at the mouth and tears flowing.

The fruit-flavored gas is the poisonous gas "Salin", which is notorious throughout the plane, and Salin was originally a solid powder that was not very toxic, but it quickly vaporized at a temperature of about 150 degrees Celsius, forming a very toxic gas.

The baby-faced waiter first sealed the Salin powder in a wax pill, wrapped it in newspaper and lit it, and threw it in the gutter. At this time, the encased wax has not yet melted. And when the newspaper ball floated under the butt of the Zephyr bandit Xiaoqi, because of the defecation, the biogas enriched under the buttocks, the combustion became violent, the wax was burned and melted, and the Salen liquid instantly vaporized and volatilized.

The wax mass contains a full 10 grams of Salin powder, which, when completely vaporized, is enough to poison an elephant in an instant in a space the size of a toilet.

It's just that Saleen is a strictly controlled item in the Federation, and the control is extremely strict, and I don't know how the baby-faced waiter got this kind of thing.

Xiao Qi, the West Wind bandit who thinks he has brains, will naturally never wake up again.

As early as the paper ball was thrown, the baby-faced waiter had already jumped out of the toilet window. After listening to the movement of the toilet, he chuckled and said to himself:

"Ha, in this line of work, it's really important to have a mind. ”

Two cute dimples appeared at the corners of his mouth again.

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Note: The prototype is sarin gas, and yes, this infamous poison gas has a nice apple scent. In addition, the principle of defecation is the same in all planes. Students who have read this chapter, if your school has a toilet with a long ditch, please don't imitate the behavior in the article, and let the lit newspaper float under people's butts while your friends go to the toilet, it will really burn to the buttocks. Don't ask me how I know-,-