Link only knew that the other party was using a Bezos T1 miniature submachine gun, and he didn't know how much ammunition this person had, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Treasure Hunt Mouse, another wave!"

The treasure rat hiding in the opposite corner heard the signal and tiptoed along the wall to get closer to the mercenary.

Seeing the rat again, the mercenary almost pulled the trigger of the micro rush, but finally stopped it.

The mercenary's expression was complicated, on the one hand, this rat had wasted more than a dozen bullets on him, and he wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. But on the other hand, in this weird atmosphere, the appearance of a mouse in his field of vision will make him settle down a little, and he has the illusion that he is not alone.

Seeing that the other party did not shoot, the treasure hunt rat continued to walk boldly against the wall.

The mercenary's attention was distracted by the rats, and Link was very patient in hiding in the shadows.

It's not time to launch a surprise attack, and when the Treasure Hunter Mouse enters the dash range, it can cooperate to end the enemy's life.

The Treasure Hunt Rats kept approaching, and although Link hid behind the wall, his unique blood connection allowed him to clearly perceive the location of the Treasure Hunt Rats. It turns out that deducting 10 HP points to make a blood cocoon is to breed a pet and provide nutrients for its birth. This special form allows Link and his pet to establish an unbreakable relationship that is thicker than water.

It's cocoon and hatching, it's really a father and a mother.

Squeak squeak......

The treasure hunt rat barked a few times, then suddenly straightened up and stared at the mercenary in a daze.

The mercenary's eyes lit up, his right hand holding the gun resting on his knee and still facing the wall.

Stretching out his left hand, he rubbed his index finger and thumb, and made a "tsk" sound in his mouth, trying to attract treasure hunt rats.

"Since he called you over, then you should act in a wave, and suddenly attack in front of you!"

Link used his mind to talk about the plan, and prepared himself as he sensed the location of the treasure hunt mouse.

The Treasure Hunt Rat tilted his head to look at the mercenary, feigning curiosity.

Then he leaned down and slowly approached the mercenary.

The mercenary's eyebrows gradually showed joy, and after staying in the desert for a long time, he knew that these animals were spiritual.

Now there are rats, which means that his area is safe for the time being.

The mercenary stretched out his palm, trying to take the little mouse into his palm.

Suddenly, the Treasure Hunt Rat sped up, borrowed the mercenary's palm as a pedal, and jumped on his head.

The mercenary was frightened by the sudden change of the rat and subconsciously reached out to pat the rat off his body.

Link took the opportunity to probe from the corner, holding the Glock 17 in both hands and decisively aiming and shooting.

Bang bang!

Some of the bullets hit the wall, some fell on the mercenaries.

Every time he pulled the trigger, Link's arms were jolted by the recoil of the pistol.

[You have successfully hit an enemy with a Glock 17 pistol to activate the specialty [Basic Shooting]]

[[Base Shot] Progress 1%...... 2%…… 3%……]

Two pale blue numbers appeared one after the other above the mercenary's head.

-20！

-23！

Both shots were in the arm and shoulder, both non-fatal.

Link fired a total of six shots, only two hits, and the remaining four were abstract strokes, and his arms were slightly numb.

The quality of this body is really poor, and it has no experience or special skills in holding weapons. It is completely a full-level soul possession on the waste number, and the bronze operation of the king's consciousness.

Dada!

A counter-attack ensued, and Link dodged back behind the wall, the bullets smashing the angular edges of the wall as if he had been gnawed.

The mercenary stood up against the wall, holding a micro charge in one hand and slapping the rats scurrying around with the other.

The treasure hunt rat burrowed into the mercenary's body and took a bite as he fled.

The mercenary's -1, -1, and -1 damage on his head never stopped.

"Damn! This guy has a Glock in his hand! When the mercenary saw Link, he instantly reacted, his companion's death had nothing to do with the mysterious unknown, it was killed by the slave in front of him who didn't know how to use it. Now that pistols and magazines have also been seized, the situation has become critical in an instant.

The mercenaries were anxious to watch out for the slaves behind the wall and to clean up the rats that were scurrying around their bodies.

The rat roamed around like lightning, and the mercenary was shot in the shoulder, and the speed of the attack was much slower.

Seeing this, the mercenary pinched the T-shirt on his chest, gritted his teeth and tore the clothes off his body.

Seeing this, the treasure hunt rat shrank his little head and squeezed into the mercenary's pants.

Rats burrow and drill holes, these are all natural skills.

The mercenary felt a fluffy mass under his crotch, and suddenly felt a chill, and cold sweat flowed from his back.

At the same time, a small print prompt appeared on Link's system interface.

[Your pet hits the enemy's weak point, dealing 12 critical damage!] ]

[Your pet hits an enemy's weak point, dealing 15 critical damage!] ]

……

Along with critical damage prompts, there are heart-rending screams from mercenaries.

Link subconsciously clamped his crotch, this attack is really tricky, there is no way to defend at all, is it possible to shoot his crotch?

Link poked his head out of the corner, where did the mercenary still have time to be on guard at this time, Wei Chong was thrown aside, his hands clutched, his bow turned into a soft-footed shrimp, and he completely lost his defense.

Bang bang!

A series of five bullets, this time three hits, completely killing the mercenary.

[You killed a Wasteland Mercenary for 200 XP]

Link flipped the dead mercenary over, and the treasure hunt mouse's little head was squeezed out of his belt, and there was blood on his head.

Link grinned, inexplicably feeling that he also had phantom pain in his lower body.

Maybe that's called empathy!

"You go to the side and clean up."

The treasure hunt rat crawled out obediently, ran to the corner of the wall to roll in the dirt, and then used its little paws to keep scraping its head and brushing its hair, cleaning its body.

"You are a slave, you dare to kill the mercenaries of the Wasteland Gang, you are doomed!"

Link was crouching and touching the corpse when a harsh scolding came from the satellite phone on the ground.

It turned out that when Link first appeared from the corner, he had already been photographed by the camera function of the satellite phone. But then the mercenary tore off his clothes in order to deal with the rats on his body, and the satellite phone fell to the ground along with the clothes.

However, the mercenary's heart-rending cry was still heard by the people at the Wasteland Gang headquarters, and the sound of the Glock pistol was heard, so they naturally guessed the ending.

Link snorted coldly, mocking in his words.

Dialing off the T-shirt, picking up the satellite phone on the ground, attaching it to his ear, the angry dantian said in a firm tone like an oath: "The machine is immortal, long live the Führer!" The secrets of the desert belong only to the Cult of the Mechanics! ”

After that, the satellite phone communication was turned off.

Link's slogan is one that belongs exclusively to fanatical believers in the Cult of the Mechanicus.

This hand misfortune led directly to another force in the desert, the Cult of the Mechanical God.

Anyway, these two forces are not a good thing, dog-eat-dog!

The main thing is that the ruins of the city belong to the Cult of the Mechanicus, and he said that this is likely to force the Wasteland Gang to stop their previous rescue plan.

[You get a Satellite Phone x1, Bezos T1 Submachine Gun x1]

"It's a bit of a pity that this guy doesn't have a submachine gun magazine on him."

Link searched all over his body, but only found a phone and a slight punch, and no extra magazines.

Fortunately, both the pistol and the micro-punch bullet are universal 9mm bullets, and the bullets in the pistol magazine can be evenly adjusted to the micro-punch to ensure the intensity of medium and short-range firepower.

Of course, that's all for later.

After looting the loot, Link refocused his attention on the dead mercenary.

After looking up and down for a moment, he even stretched out his tongue and licked his dry lips......

Squeak squeak!

Just as Link pulled out his dagger and prepared to transform his boots to fit his size, the treasure hunt mouse jumped up to Link and called out urgently.

"You say there's someone here!?"

Cold sweat flowed down Link's forehead, and he immediately put away his dagger and pulled out his pistol.

"With myself, there are only three people who escaped from the quicksand, why are there still people now?"

To say that someone could crawl out of the quicksand, Link would never believe it.

There's only one possibility—the Cult of the Machines!

Link hurriedly liquidated his ammunition and equipment.

There are 6 rounds left in the Glock pistol magazine, two full-capacity pistol magazines, and 12 rounds left in the micro-punch, for a total of 52 9mm rounds.

If you face a mechanical soldier wearing an exoskeleton metal armor, it will be a tough battle!

"How many people are there?"

The Treasure Hunt Mouse has a regular search range of 500 meters, and a metal search range of up to 1000 meters.

Link's only advantage is to use the 'metal radar' of the treasure hunt rat to kill them one by one, and keep fighting guerrillas in the ruins of the city.

Squeak squeak!

"Huh? One? ”

Now Link was stunned again.

Mechanical soldiers don't have a setting to go out alone, and low-level mechanical soldiers have chip tactical settings, and tactical settings require a minimum of five people.

Link hung Wei Chong on the gun belt, changed the pistol with a sufficient magazine, touched the small brain of the treasure hunt mouse and said, "Go, take me to find someone!" ”

The treasure hunt rat has already wiped the blood stains off its body, shook off the remaining dust on its body, and ran ahead to lead the way.

Link follows and discovers that this is the way out of the labyrinth.

The treasure hunt rat stopped at the door of the maze and squeaked a few times to signal that the person was outside.

Link leaned his back against the wall, and then his head twisted around the corner of the wall little by little, and he saw a man in the afterglow.

In the next second, Link's expression was stunned and surprised.

｜д•´)!!

A dark-skinned little fat man dressed in the same slave linen suit as Link's, and carrying a bulging camouflage bag behind him.

Link frowned, unable to identify the man.

Although they also wore slave clothes, the slaves Link had seen were all skinny and malnourished, and he had never seen a slave who was so fat that he was fat!

Still talking about the Basic Law?

"Treasure hunting rat, you go up and test it, don't kill it, and don't attack the vital point!"

The treasure hunt rat shaved its head a few times with its paws, combed its hair, and then ran out against the wall.

|_・)

Link hid in the dark and observed, and through the reaction of the black-skinned fat man, he roughly judged the way this guy came from.

The treasure hunt rat quietly approached along the corner of the wall, and the little fat man was bent on the waist, with a pair of big black and round eyes, smart and lively, like a cat vigilant left and right. If you feel that something is wrong, you will run all the way to the side of the road and hide behind the debris pile, and then poke your head out to observe when the wind is calm.

Just over a hundred meters away, Link pinched his fingers and counted.

Because of the gusts of wind and the noise of debris being blown, I was so frightened that I hid on the side of the road four times.

This little fat slave is cautious to the extreme!

However, Link is more cautious than the little fat man, and he will not make a rash move if he doubts that he has not thoroughly explained it and his strength has not been tested clearly.

The appearance of this fat man is very incredible.

The Wasteland mercenaries and he both escaped from the quicksand by car, and this fat man had no vehicle and was carrying a package full of them, how did he get out?

Soon, though, Link had a chance to prove it.

After the rumors were heard, the little fat man poked his head out again, and after making sure that there was no danger, the cat took small steps and moved forward quickly.

Suddenly, the treasure hunt rat slipped out from behind the bunker and ran towards the little fat slave.

The little fat man saw a gray and black lump on the ground running quickly, and he was so frightened that he turned around and ran.

But how can a bucket of 'moving lard' run as fast as a lightning-fast treasure hunt rat.

The treasure hunt rat jumped into a fish, caught the coarse linen, and quickly climbed onto the little fat man.

The little fat man screamed in fright and rolled on the ground.

Link didn't give the treasure hunt rat any order to bite, he just crawled on his body.

That's it,

The little fat man's voice was like killing a pig......

Most of the vigilance has been removed, and the rest is to solve the doubts.

Link came out of the maze and raised his gun at the little fat man.

"How did you escape!"

Link suddenly spoke, and the tumbling little fat man didn't even look at it, he knelt directly on the ground, holding his head in his hands and begging for mercy: "Please take my life!" Arrest me, as long as you don't kill me!" ”

"You look up!"

The little fat man looked up and saw Link, who was wearing the same slave clothes as him, pointing a gun at him, and he didn't react for a while.

"This boss, you are ......"

"I ask you how you escaped!"

Bang!

Link said and fired a shot at the ground, and the little fat man trembled all over his body, not daring to move.

"I, I escaped hiding in the trunk of a jeep."

"Impossible! The mercenary camp is heavily guarded, how can you be so big and defend the camp and hide in the trunk of the jeep? ”

The little fat man was about to cry, and hurriedly said: "I am in charge of food and cooking, and I delivered supper to the mercenaries last night, and I happened to hear that there will be a travel mission today." So I went back overnight to pack my packages, stole a lot of food from the kitchen, entered the barracks at night, and hid in the trunk in advance, just waiting for the opportunity to escape when I was on duty today. ”

Link believed this.

This dark skin, as long as you don't grin at night, you won't notice it even if you stand in front of you.

Link then checked the little fat man's profile.

[Use reconnaissance on targets, due to the similar level, only part of the data can be viewed]

Name:???

Race: Human

Level: Lv1

Status: Slave

Health: 50/50

Energy: 50/50

Attributes: Strength 4, Agility 5, Endurance 5, Intelligence 4, Energy 1, Charisma 3, Luck 9

Evaluation: Do you know what it means to make your wishes come true?

……

It's indeed a slave, but it's just the attribute value of this little fat man, and Link shuddered his teeth when he saw it.

Why?

Why is he charismatic 3 lucky 9!

"What's your name?"

"Forbes."

Link looked at Forbes with a somewhat complicated look in his eyes.

He escaped dangerously all the way, and survived by fighting with mercenaries.

This fat man is good, lie down to win.