In the distant wasteland, the sun is setting, and it is orange and red.

Chen Xing looked at the black watch.

[Dr2612-6-7，pm6：32]

[State of life: sub-health]

[Mental Power Level: -10]

[Protection Class: 0 (Ordinary Tarpaulin Military Uniform)]

[Note: Not in satellite coverage]

From the time they set out in the morning until now, they have traveled more than seven hundred kilometers into the endless wilderness. After another half an hour, it was getting late. Under Chen Xing's order, the two cars stopped.

Trucks and jeeps are parked on both sides of a bush and enclosed in an improvised campsite. The next thing is to cook dinner, and Aaron was a cook before he became a mercenary, so the task fell to him.

I saw him jump down from the truck carrying a kerosene stove and a cauldron, put a pot of water on the middle shelf of the camp, and then poured rice. When the rice is almost cooked, add the meat and dried vegetables. Half an hour later, a pot of fragrant "chowder" was ready, and everyone ate with relish.

"You follow me in the future, and make sure you have fresh food to eat." During the meal, Radish patted the shoulder of his teammate next to him and said unashamedly.

At about nine o'clock in the evening, before going to bed, Chen Xing called Aaron aside and suggested that he "take care" of the radish so that the other party could learn to obey the rules. Aaron nodded in agreement and walked to Carrot's tent.

Chen Xing swore that what he meant was definitely just to let Aaron teach the other party a lesson and punish him slightly, so that the other party could keep his duty. Unexpectedly, when I woke up the next morning, I saw that the radish had a numb expression, red and swollen eyes, and seemed to be very scared, and the cowering appearance was like a little hamster.

Sitting in the jeep, Radish didn't say a word, staring blankly ahead, as if he had suffered a very big blow. Looking at his trance-like appearance, Chen Xing couldn't help but think of the famous words of a writer in his hometown: Some people are alive, but they are dead. There are those who are dead, but they are still alive.

In the case of turnips, it is natural to say the first half of the sentence.

Perhaps sensing the abnormality of the radish, between the bumps and swaying, Ye Yang Bailiu cast a puzzled look, but Chen Xing just didn't see it and automatically ignored it.

Can this be explained? Obviously, it is getting darker and darker, so silence is the best solution.

"There's someone up ahead!"

At noon, when a bush forest was opened, Xiao Yang suddenly pointed to the dirt slope in front of him and shouted.

Chen Xing discovered the situation earlier than the former and was holding a telescope to observe. On the dirt slope ahead, several three-wheeled long-handled locomotives were parked, all of which sat homeless people in shabby clothes. This type of locomotive is commonly known as the "three-legged dragon" and is the most common locomotive in the wilderness. It has a certain carrying capacity and good flexibility, and can walk on a variety of terrains.

"Bang bang bang!" "Da Da Da!"

Both sides were about the same in number, and fighting was imminent, but the displaced people quickly withdrew. This is a tentative attack, and if both sides have firepower, the battle will soon be over. And Chen Xing's truck was not loaded with any goods. Hard bones without meat are something that no one likes to gnaw.

Moreover, although these people appear to be outcasts, they may not be in reality, and they may also be disguised mercenary groups, or even garrisons in other places.

In this world, a crime without evidence is not a crime. Anything can happen outside the satellite coverage area. Even if the newly recruited members of Chen Xing's team suddenly defected, it was not impossible.

However, they have all registered in Dragonstone, and if this kind of behavior really happens, they will definitely face severe scrutiny.

In the battle just now, a new team member was hit in the thigh by a stray bullet, but fortunately, the two sides were far away, and the lethality of the bullet was limited, and it was stuck in the muscle, and did not hurt the blood vessels and bones. After the war, Li Rou, who worked as a nurse, cut open his trouser tube, took out the bullet, did a simple anti-inflammatory treatment, and bandaged it.

In the wilderness, accidents can happen at any time. On the third day, the team encountered three more sickle beetles. At first, they were like three small black dots in the sky, gradually magnifying and then swooping towards them.

"Get out of the car!" Chen Xing yelled at the walkie-talkie, turned over and got out of the car.

"Buzz!"

A strong air currents swept overhead, the wind caused by the sickle beetle agitating its membranous wings.

Chen Xing shrank on the side of the jeep, with a half-kneeling Yeyang Bailiu in front, Xiao Yang in the back, and then a radish.

Looking up, a scythe beetle was flying in an arc, ready to attack again. Its two sickle-like forelimbs shimmered in the sunlight with a silvery sheen.

At the same time, the data of the sickle beetle automatically appeared on the black table.

[sickle beetle (normal)]

[HP: 48/48]

[Talents: Flying, Scythe, Hard Carapace]

[Virus Possible: None]

"Shoot!" Taking advantage of the gap between the scythe beetle and the U-turn, Chen Xing shouted as he picked up his assault rifle and pulled the trigger in the air.

"Da Da Da!"

The tongue of fire of the small-caliber rifle was long and thin, and three searing shells ejected one after the other. The scythe beetle in mid-air emitted a series of sparks, paused, and swooped down again.

"Tsk!"

It let out a high-pitched cry to express its fury, and the two iconic scythes were raised high and swung down the moment they skimmed past the jeep.

"Crunch ......"

Seeing the sickle beetle flying, Chen Xing immediately made a decision, gave up the cover, and pounced to the side. Immediately afterwards, there was a sound of sharp objects cutting through the iron sheets, which made people's scalps tingle.

After dodging the attack, Chen Xing immediately got up and shot at the sickle beetle that was rising in an arc.

"Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!" "Da Da Da!"

Chen Xing continued to fire, and the bullet casings were thrown in all directions. The scythe beetle sparked all over its body, flying slower and slower. Stagnant in the air for a moment, falling vertically. I only heard a crisp sound of "pop", and it fell to the ground, raising a large cloud of smoke and dust.

"Twitter!"

Enraged, it kicked its thick hind limbs, flipped over its body, landed on all fours, its scarlet compound eyes locked onto the humans shooting at it, and rushed forward. Dragged with billowing smoke and dust, like a mad bull.

Chen Xing knew that he couldn't touch it hard, so he stared at the sickle beetle, tensing his body as he shot, ready to pounce on the other side at any time to avoid a head-on impact.

And just as the sickle beetle raised its pliers and impulsed in front of him violently, before Chen Xing could pounce away, a figure greeted him.

I saw her holding a shield to meet the scythe that swept over, and with a loud "bell", she steadily blocked the attack, and then picked up the hammer and smashed it down fiercely on the head.

"Smack!"

The scythe beetle's skull suddenly split apart, and the yellow slurry splashed Ye Yang Bailiu's body. But she didn't care, and kicked out, and immediately kicked the bull-sized sickle beetle backwards, dragging two long, deep marks in the red earth.

"Don't, don't come here!" As soon as Chen Xing breathed a sigh of relief, he heard a frightened shout from the other side of the truck.