The cold wind blew through the wilderness, bringing a bone-chilling cold. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 Info Vasila shuddered, then straightened up and looked ahead. Under the dark clouds, the whole wilderness was so oppressive. This made Vasila frown and curse to herself. He moved his fingers gripping the gun and glanced around.

Nothing.

What the hell is the weather!

After making sure that nothing special was present in the distance, Vasila shook her head. It was the first time since joining the Federation that he felt so uneasy. There seems to be something wrong with the big guys above, not only is the limelight much tighter, but even more and more patrols have been dispatched.

It's not that Vasila didn't fail to hear rumors that they had failed to attack the ninth sector and that those who were capable were fighting back against them. Several of the Federation's strongholds have fallen, and almost all of the people in them have been taken into slavery. And now the Federation seems to have no way to show off its power on its own turf, which makes many people feel very frustrated. However, Vasila is different, he is not a native of the Federation, as a wasteland nomad, Vasila spent most of the first twenty years as a bodyguard following merchants around the wilderness, he has seen slaves, mobs, mutants, and even escaped under the electromagnetic storm. It was after that that the vicissitudes of life that the man chose to end this life of indefinite residence and stayed in a federal gathering place. As a fairly good soldier, he joined the Union Regiment as a garrison captain and shooting instructor. For Vasila, this kind of day is not bad, of course, participating in the battle as a Union soldier is also dangerous, but in the wasteland, even a leisurely stroll can encounter mutants falling from the sky, and the predictable threat of death is insignificant in comparison.

The Federation's anti-ability education is meaningless in Vasila's opinion, and only those child soldiers who have grown up under the brainwashing education of the Federation will really believe that humans can defeat the capable. And Vasila has always scoffed at this, and in those days when he traveled north and south, he had seen many capable people. Some were even able to resist the natural power of heaven and earth on their own, and since then, Vasila has never thought of hunting the able.

Because of this, seeing the group of young men under him looking lost and depressed, Vasila felt funny. Of course, he didn't dare to show his feelings. Those who are capable are taboo in the Federation, and no one wants to have anything to do with them.

But......... Now these guys have finally hit the iron plate.

“―――――！”

At this moment, Vasila suddenly saw a few lights at the end of the road, which made Vasila immediately raise his vigilance, he clenched his gun and stood up, and then kicked his sleepy colleagues next to him, ordering them to cheer up. Soon, the previously silent sentry began to come into action, and the soldiers seemed to try to banish the boredom and dreary rapid assembly, and then the snow-white searchlights came on and shone ahead. And the soldiers also raised their weapons and aimed ahead. It wasn't until the other party appeared in the searchlight that everyone breathed a sigh of relief and lowered their guns.

Surrounded by these trucks, three large trucks with steel plates were clearly visible -- this was the most common caravan in the wasteland, and they were running between the various gathering places, responsible for the transportation and sale of goods, and they were also the most desired existence in the various gathering places.

"Hoo ........."

Looking at the familiar mark on the convoy, Vasila breathed a sigh of relief, then he took a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth, and then walked out of the sentry post to the convoy, glanced at the large truck in the middle, and then waved his hand.

"Yo, Old Jack! You're coming later than usual! ”

It was the leader of the caravan that Vasila called Old Jack, a fat-headed, big-eared man who looked like a figurative embodiment of the word merchant. Hearing Vasila's voice, Old Jack took out his handkerchief and wiped it on the shiny head, and then got out of the car with a smile and came to Vasila, and nodded at him.

"Hello, Captain Vasila......... This, haha......... I'm sorry, it's a little late this time......... But it's also the goods you want, it's too difficult to get ........."

"You'd better go and tell the commander about that."

Routinely taking the documents handed by old Jack, Vasila casually complained as she checked them.

"He's been waiting for this cart to be supplied for a while, and it's strange to say that the caravans don't seem to be coming much lately......... I remember that the last time a caravan came here was half a month ago, and now the supplies in the gathering place are also quite tight, thanks to these things you have brought here......... Okay, no problem, let's go inside. ”

After checking the papers, Vasila moved out of the way, then waved his hand and motioned for them to enter. But to Vasila's surprise, this time Old Jack did not leave immediately as before, on the contrary, he held the document and hesitated for a moment before looking at Vasila and carefully began to speak with a smile.

"That......... Captain Vasila, this time......... We're not going in........."

"What? What do you mean? ”

Hearing Old Jack's words, Vasila didn't react for a while, his eyes widened, staring at the merchant in front of him.

"Not going in? How do you unload without going in? ”

"This ......... We can unload the goods here, and you will send someone to fetch the .........."

As he spoke, Old Jack picked up his handkerchief again and wiped his forehead, and then Vasila noticed that he seemed to be a little nervous, and kept turning his head from side to side, as if he was afraid that something would suddenly jump out.

"What's wrong? Old Jack? What are you doing here? If you don't go in and unload the goods, we won't give you the balance of the payment, you should know this very well. ”

Seeing the merchant's abnormal appearance, Vasila was also secretly suspicious, he made a gesture quietly, and soon, the machine gun on the sentry post was raised again, aiming at the convoy.

Old Jack seemed to ignore this, and he only glanced around nervously to make sure there was nothing out of the ordinary, and then looked back at Vasila.

"I know, but ......... Alas, forget it, I don't want the final payment, I'll put the goods here......... Send someone for yourselves........."

As he spoke, Old Jack turned around and was about to leave. Seeing Old Jack's appearance, Vasila immediately understood that something was wrong, and that the merchants in the wasteland valued goods more than life. Old Jack is also a person who never suffers, and this time he will uncharacteristically say that he does not want to pay the balance, which is as strange as the sun coming out of the west.

Something must be wrong!!

Thinking of this, Vasila didn't care about the vigilance, and hurriedly stepped forward and pressed Old Jack's shoulder. Then, before the merchant could react, he took him aside.

"Brother, what are you doing here?"

Pulled aside by Vasila, Old Jack turned pale with fright, like a girl forced into an alley by hooligans. But even so, he still swept his two eyes around, looking to the side from time to time. And Old Jack's abnormal appearance made Vasila more and more puzzled. He patted Old Jack on the shoulder to calm him down a little before asking.

"Okay, tell me what's going on. I don't think it's normal for you to be like this......... Did you hear something? What do you think? Can't others believe me, but you still can't trust me? Anyway, I helped you see the car for two years back then, so you won't even talk about this little friendship. ”

"Alas......... This ..............."

Hearing Vasila's words, Old Jack's face was also huddled, he frowned, thought for a moment, and then slapped his thigh as if he had made up his mind.

"Forget it, brother, you said this, my old Jack can't really have no friendship at all........."

As he spoke, Old Jack lowered his voice and put his mouth close to Vasila's ear.

"We've heard......... The federal government has a list of doctors. ”

“……… What? What is it? ”

Hearing Old Jack's words, Vasila was completely confused, and he was ready to hear any shocking news. But what the hell is this? Doctor? What is the list of treatments?

"Alas......... Brother, you are not familiar with the situation here, for the sake of the fact that you also guarded the car for my brother for a few years back then, I remind you to leave the federation as soon as possible and find a place to stay far away. If you don't understand, you can check it out for yourself, and I'm sure you'll soon understand what I mean......... Anyway, after this business is done, we will not do business with the Federation again. ”

"What do you mean? Why? ”

"Huh............ You'll know, and maybe you'll feel like you're better off not knowing. ”

Old Jack smiled at Vasila's bewildered question, then reached out and patted him on the shoulder. Then he didn't say anything, and just turned and left. Vasila stood there, looking at the caravan that was gradually moving away, and could not help but tremble. I don't know why, he suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Perhaps, he really has to say goodbye to the Federation.

Until then, though......... Thinking of this, Vasila turned her head solemnly and looked at the gathering place in front of her.

How was he supposed to report this strange thing to the commander?