The night temperatures in the snowy fields are not so pleasant, and no one likes to drive in such conditions unless they have to—and in convertibles.

However, Logan didn't have a choice, or maybe he deliberately chose such a time to rush at full speed.

The freezing cold of minus ten degrees or dozens of degrees at night can reduce the probability of him encountering the sentry robot to some extent.

But this theory is not so much based on facts as it is on Logan's wishful thinking.

He already had a premonition that something was going to happen to him, and that feeling grew stronger as he traveled deeper into the snowfield.

"Brake ......!"

Logan stopped the car, and the abruptly stopped car turned up a wave of snow on the snowfield.

He jumped out of the car that had not yet stopped, and a pair of steel claws had popped out.

Danger, extreme danger lurked in the depths of the night, making his hair stand on end.

"Come out!"

Yelling at Siye, Logan declared war on that sense of crisis, just as he always did.

There was not even a hint of wind in the night on the snowfield, except for Logan's roar echoing across the snowfield, only an inexplicable rustle remained.

"Rustling ......"

For example, the sound of ant colonies crawling over leaves from a microscopic perspective is, in scientific terms, that the higher temperature during the day melts away some of the snow, and at night when the temperature drops, that part of the snow begins to condense again.

The rustling sound should be the sound of snow condensing again.

In the deserted wilderness, the warrior with his claws stretched out looked ahead of him as if he were facing a great enemy.

Logan's gaze wandered across the snowfield, searching inch by inch for even the slightest hint of vision in the snowfield.

The beast's instincts had been drained by him with maximum power, as the stinging pain in his eyes continued to sting from the overly forceful gaze.

Inhaling deeply, there was no smell in the air, and from Logan's point of view, the snow field was pure white on every level.

However, if this snowfield was really that pure, Logan would definitely not put on such a posture.

"Rustle~"

Listening to this, Logan tilted his head slightly, with his terrible talent he already roughly felt the source of danger.

"Click!"

Slowly moving his steps, Logan moved toward where he felt in his mind, leaving a deep footprint in the snow with each step.

The subtle rustling sound became louder and louder as Logan moved, making it annoying to hear.

When it came to a certain point, this 'rustling' sound finally changed qualitatively.

They converge into a pop.

"Pounds!"

A black steel claw slammed out from under the snow, barely reaching the paw of Logan's newly poked out.

"Whew!"

Hurriedly jumped back, because he had already taken precautions in his heart, so Logan didn't feel much surprise for this sudden attack.

It is wise to abandon the car, if the snowmobile is destroyed in the attack, then the rest of his journey will be very difficult.

Driving the 11th is not a pleasant thing.

"Sons of the Beach, have you finally shown up?"

Spit out the cigar that had been holding in his mouth, Logan's whole momentum sank, and he hunched his waist in his usual fighting stance.

It's not once or twice to deal with sentinel robots, Logan has his own set.

There was only one claw sticking out of the snow, and Logan knew that his claws would be enough to cut it all in two, but he also knew that if he made a move at this time, he would be in an unspeakable battle.

Sentry bots are useless if they can't kill in one hit, as they mimic, learn from damage, and quickly reconstruct themselves.

Logan didn't want to fight monsters covered in Erdman metal anymore, that kind of work was too much work.

"Click~!"

There was only one sentinel robot emerging from the snow, which was good news for Logan.

"Yikes!"

The moment the main body of the sentry robot's head was completely exposed to the ground, Logan moved, and a low roar came out of his mouth.

The claws intertwined, and the whole person turned into a blurred black shadow that swept over the sentry's head.

"Gurgle......"

The sentry, barely half of its body from the snow, froze, a string of sparks erupting from its head.

"Boom!"

After grazing over the sentry's head, Logan landed calmly like a gymnast, and the difficulty coefficient of the whole set of movements was 9.8.

Tidying up the hair that had fallen out of the mess because of the action just now, as a real man, Logan never looked back at the explosion.

However, he did not wait for the expected explosion.

"Twitter......!"

There was a heavy jolt from the snow, and Logan looked back to see a pair of eyes glowing with a scarlet light.

"How could it be ......?!"

Logan knew that he hadn't missed a shot, and the temperature from the claws slashing through the other man's steel head was still there, and it was all real.

However, the sentinel robot that stared at him coldly was also real.

"Gurgle......"

The mouth of the black hole is opened, and there is a flame burning in the mouth of the sentinel robot.

“Shit……”

Protecting his claws in front of him, Logan directly gave up dodging.

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Grabbing one from the crowd of people fleeing in a panic, Mo Xie asked for the information he wanted in his way.

"Reversing the Future...... That's a bit of a big time span......"

Sitting cross-legged in front of the fire, he pulled a piece of plastic sheeting under his buttocks, and the melting snow made the fire in the camp confined to the camp. Facing this piece of fire, Mo Ye began to think about his future itinerary.

Now that the question of 'where are you?' has been answered, it's time to think about what you should do next.

Is it when a shrunken turtle squats on the snowfield until the mission world ends naturally?

Or go out and earn an unknown number of points from the dangerous troubled times?

If it was Mo Ye in the past, I am afraid that he would choose the former, after all, he knows the plot very well how this end of the world will end.

He really didn't have to wade into this troubled water.

Besides, his current state is still so poor, if he really escapes, he will probably die at the hands of the sentry robot before he finds Professor X.

It's just that the current Mo Ye is no longer the Mo Ye he was at the beginning.

The memory of being tied to the cross during the day is still very fresh, and even if you taste it carefully, you can still feel the cold that freezes through the muscles and bones.

He knew that this chill beyond the physical sense would linger in his body for a long time, and even later he would remember it when he saw the snow.

It's like when he sees the operating table, he thinks of a tragic encounter.

So he didn't want to stay on the snow, he wanted to leave the camp, the snow, but it wasn't now.

Now Mo Ye had to use the heat generated by this fire to condense his fighting spirit.

"No matter what, let's find a way to adjust my physical condition first, and then ......"

The body is the capital of the revolution, and the medicinal properties of the hemp fragrant bone cannot be solved for the time being, but this does not prevent Mo Ye from using those movements that are similar to difficult yoga to convert the excess heat in his body into fighting energy.

That kind of most primitive cultivation method can't be stopped even by Ma Xiang Gu.