"You open your backpack and I'll take a look." Link refuses to let go of a single detail, and he can't let his guard down until he checks them all.

Forbes did not dare to hesitate at all, hurriedly unloaded the backpack, opened the zipper, and poured out everything inside.

Canned food, water, compressed biscuits, paper towels, and a bowling ball-sized piece of cooked beef wrapped in plastic wrap.

Just when Link was attracted to these 'hard currencies'......

Ding-bang!

A bright kitchen knife fell out of the bag, and the sound was crisp and long.

Forbes squeezed out a smile that almost blinded Link's eyes and said, "I'm a cook, really!" This knife is for cutting beef! ”

Link didn't say anything, and quietly watched the Forbes performance.

"Well, I'll admit, there's a role in self-defense."

Link pointed a gun at Forbes and gave another order: "Get up, lift your clothes, and turn around." ”

Forbes looked frightened, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his dark skin highlighted the whites of his eyes, making his eyes exaggerated and invincible.

Forbes covered his buttocks with his hands, his pupils flickering, and he was sweating profusely.

He'd heard about it when he was in camp. After all, the desert is remote, and the only slaves in the camp are mercenaries......

Forbes bit his lip and assessed the current risks.

The other party has a gun in his hand, and he burps when he shoots it.

…… I just bleed a little and felt a little pain, and I gritted my teeth and passed.

Trying to escape at the risk of being discovered and killed by mercenaries, it's not to die in this kind of place!

In order to live, I endure!

"Hurry up, don't grind!" Link shook the black pistol in his hand again, threatening.

Forbes took a deep breath, his hands shaking as he tugged at his linen coat.

Forbes lifted his linen coat, turned his back to Link, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes:

Link: Black question mark face .jpg.

……

Wasteland Gang HQ.

The operator's signal is cut off.

The slave's last words shattered his perception of the matter.

Report the satellite phone video, voice content and situation to the responsible leader.

The leader in charge hurriedly reported with the information.

"General, the latest news from the front! The last of our soldiers was also killed! Here's a video and audio recording from the last video taken by the satellite phone. ”

As the video and audio recordings played, there was silence in the tent.

"The rescue helicopter can be withdrawn."

People are dead, what to do with the helicopter, maybe there is an ambush from the Mechanicus Cult.

"Is it confirmed?"

"Confirmed. This person was captured from the desert caravan by the soldiers of the 52nd Battalion last year, and then mixed into the slave camp to participate in the excavation of ancient ruins. ”

"Those eight achievements are spies planted by the Mechanicus Cult. Maybe the destruction of the ancient ruins this time has something to do with this person. ”

Bang!

The general slammed his fist on the table, furious.

This excavation of ancient ruins was a project that he had paid a lot of money for in the Wasteland Council.

But now that the money is spent, the manpower and materials have been smashed in, and suddenly a quicksand has buried everything.

It's all in vain!

The general rubbed his temples and frowned: "Send experts to the ancient ruins site to investigate the situation, there is an underground palace under the ruins, how can quicksand appear for no reason!" ”

"Besides, only the agents of the Cult of the Mechanicus know the inside story and the truth right now. Distribute the photos, I don't care if you go to the bounty hunter or the killer, I just want the result - get him back for me, I want to know the truth of the matter! I don't believe he will stay on the territory of the Mechanics for the rest of his life! ”

The order was issued from within the Wasteland Gang headquarters, and the incident investigation team set off for the sunken ancient ruins.

No one would have thought that this investigation would become the fuse for changes in the pattern of major forces.

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Link looked at Forbes with a complicated expression...... The two-petaled big ass.

The subconscious told him that the fat man in front of him was an extremely dangerous person!

A person who can pout his ass anytime and anywhere is definitely a ruthless person.

The treasure hunting rat standing on the side stretched out its small paws to cover its eyes, but the gap between the paws was so large that it couldn't take its eyes off it. looked at Forbes, and then at the owner Link, and his small eyes were full of big doubts.

"What's in your head? Clothes can be put down! ”

Link looked away from Forbes' black buttocks, and there was a faint moisture in the corners of his eyes.

Spicy eyes.

Forbes shuddered violently, and the expression on his face was like a ghost.

Is this not fancy him?

Not even worth it?

I'm going to be shot?

Forbes put down his linen shirt decadently, and two lines of tears on his dark cheeks glistened in the sunlight.

Turning around, he knelt on the ground and cried: "Please let me live, let me be a cow and a horse!" ”

Link pinned the pistol to the gun belt, and slowly walked to Forbes: "I'm also a slave, there's no need to kill you, what are your plans next?" ”

Forbes looked up at Link in surprise, and there were only two words in his eyes - disbelief.

The mercenaries were strong men, and the slaves in front of them were thin and weak, and they could be blown down by a gust of wind.

That's it, how to defeat the mercenaries and escape?

Forbes ran out of the trunk of his jeep and heard the sound of firefighting in the bluewall maze. It seemed to him that this person must be a mercenary or someone with a special status in the Wasteland Gang, and Joe disguised himself as a slave to obtain information about him.

Link let out a cloudy breath, a little helpless.

To be honest, he fell in love with a backpack of food from Forbes.

If it was an enemy, he would not hesitate to shoot, kill, and loot treasures, without any psychological pressure.

But this cowardly fat man was also a suffering slave, and it was all luck to escape from the quicksand, and he couldn't bear to snatch the supplies and leave him here alone.

What's more, now that he has just escaped from Longtan, there is still the tiger's den of the Mechanical God Sect to break into, and many people will help him.

"Come with me!"

Link said a fierce word and walked ahead to lead the way.

Forbes knelt on the ground and didn't react, and the treasure hunt mouse ran behind him, stretched out his little paws to push the fat man's mountain-like body, and made no reaction to the strength of feeding.

The treasure hunt rat's cheeks puffed up angrily, and he pulled his clothes and ran to Forbes' neck...... Pinch the collar with one hand and tickle the neck of Forbes with the other.

Sensing a small, sharp claw scratching his skin, Forbes immediately shuddered, goosebumps fell to the ground, and he pulled his legs and ran.

Like a knight, the Treasure Hunt Rat is trying to domesticate a manic black-skinned boar with the reins, relying on his collar to control the direction of Forbes's run.

"Take him to the maze and wait for me."

The treasure hunt rat rode Forbes and ran to the maze before Link, because it was too big and the inertia was too strong, and when it arrived at the mercenary's corpse, it was too late to brake, and crashed into the green wall and fainted.

The Treasure Hunt Rat leaps from Forbes, whirls through the air, and finally lands on the ground.

Forbes woke up slowly, and his vision was still blurry at first glance, but the vaguely seen scene suddenly woke him up, and he was covered in cold sweat. He saw Link slicing something with a dagger, and beside him were two blood-stained bodies.

Forbeston shrunk and hid in the corner, terrified, as if he had thought of his end.

"Are you awake?"

Link threw a pair of military boots in front of Forbes.

Forbes was frightened and ducked, then rubbed his eyes to see that it was a pair of military boots.

The military boots were modified to split the round head that was closed at the front and turned it into sandals with exposed toes.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground, they are all mercenaries, one has a green T-shirt on its upper body that has been soaked red with blood, and the other is simply bare, and the bullet holes on the body can be clearly seen.

"Try if it fits."

Forbes's heart is now completely confused, and he has no understanding of the current situation, so he can only be at the mercy of others like a marionette.

'Forced' to put on military boots, exposing five toes.

What do you say about emmmm, it's that the military boots are cut a little too much, and the toes are a little exposed, but the rest is fine.

"I'll take a look at my feet up."

Forbes immediately lifted his feet, not daring to slack off.

Link looked at it for a while and muttered to himself, "It seems to be a bit too cut, I know!" ”

Then he buried himself in the dagger and began to put a pair of military boots intact.

These military boots are all mercenaries, and the foot size is relatively large, and Link directly puts them on completely dragging and walking, which is quite inconvenient.

The next step is to cross the Gobi under the control of the Mechanical, and if you fight barefoot, it won't take long for blood to be dripping with blood.

The Gobi is full of hard earth and gravel, unlike the desert where you can go barefoot.

Link said as he buried himself in cutting, "I am indeed a slave, but I escaped by killing them. The ancient ruins were flooded by quicksand, and the Wasteland Gang would not give up, and staying in the desert would be no less than killing themselves. ”

"The Gobi is the territory of the Cult of the Mechanicus, and it is a terrifying existence than the Wasteland Gang."

Link looked at Forbes as he spoke, and said, "Their favorite is a person like you with rough skin and thick flesh and a fat body, and it is better to be a human flesh battery than to die." ”

Forbes shuddered, his hands crossed over his chest.

The fact that the Mechanics Cult uses living people as energy batteries is well known in the desert, and it can stop children from crying.

"I'm going to cross the Gobi and escape to Shadu in the Free Federation to the north, what are your plans?"

Forbes was full of confusion, he was just thinking about escaping from the slave camp, and he didn't think about what to do after escaping.

"I ...... I ......"

I can't come out of a fart for a long time.

Link cut his military boots, put them on his feet and tried them, his toes just stuck out but they weren't redundant, just right!

Link took off a mercenary's pants again, measured them to fit him, and in a matter of minutes changed into camouflage pants and open-toed boots.

I have to say that the feeling of wearing pants and shoes is really reassuring.

Forbes was stunned for a long time before he timidly asked, "Can we cross the Gobi and reach the Free Federation safely?" ”

Without further ado, Link got up and lifted his linen coat, with a charge, a pistol, and two magazines hanging from the belt, and a dagger in his hand.

The treasure hunt rat stood on Link's shoulder, his two little paws crossed in front of his chest, and his little head tilted upwards at 45 degrees, a classic look for a standard decent superhero.

"Okay, I'll join!"

Moments later......

"Boss Link, thank you for making shoes for me."

"I should thank you, if I hadn't tested it with you, how could I have created such a well-fitting military boot."

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