"Dog thing!"

Aaron is scolding over there, and Chen Xing is also scolding here. Unexpectedly, he raised a white-eyed wolf, ungrateful, and ruthless. Back then, I saw that the other party had a simple, honest and straightforward personality, but I didn't expect to hide it so deeply. He was still in the dark, trusted him, and handed over the inheritance to the other party to take care of. If it weren't for Xiao Yang's timely reminder this time, and the existence of danger perception, it is estimated that he would have been more than lucky.

If the other party does this, isn't he afraid that Ye Yang Bailiu will come back with the Beiqiao regiment?

No, he offended the Yang family and was exiled to the Black Death Continent, and the other party must think that he will not come back nine times out of ten. Yeyang Bailiu is very popular in the Beiqiao Regiment, and he is already the deputy head of the regiment, so he must not be so concerned about the industry here. In this way, the other party will be able to be the emperor of the soil with peace of mind.

In the final analysis, it is still his lack of strength. This is a world where the strong are respected, once their subordinates are stronger than themselves, they may be rebelled at any time, and even the gate valve family that has been inherited for hundreds of thousands of years and has a rich accumulation cannot solve this problem, and spare no effort to promote their descendants, not to mention people like him who have no background.

There are always a few people who are truly affectionate and righteous, and most of them are people who go with the flow and forget their righteousness. In fact, he is still wary of Aaron, and many things are only known to Ye Yang Bailiu, but there are only a few people under him, except for Aaron, he really can't think of the second one. He can't give the position to Xiao Yang, who has no combat effectiveness, so he can't convince the public at all.

It's already happened, and we have to go back and fix it. Now he is alone, and he can't figure out the other party's combat effectiveness, and he doesn't know the internal situation of the water station, so he can't act rashly.

He didn't dare to go to Orchid Town, since Aaron could make a move on him, he must have colluded with Wu Chengqian and even the Yang family, and entering the town was tantamount to throwing himself into a net. So he took a detour to Roast Duck Town, where he filled up his fuel and replenished dry food, and without stopping long, he went straight to the Black Dead Jungle.

As long as you can be promoted to the town guard level, all problems are not a problem.

In this world of the jungle, personal strength is too important. has no strength, even if there are tens of millions of gold, it is only a fat sheep, waiting to be slaughtered when it comes out of the satellite signal coverage area. Take 10,000 steps back and say, even if you are in a safe area, you can only be an honest person, and you don't dare to do anything that crosses the line a little, let alone power and status.

The wasteland at night was quiet and deep, and Chen Xing curled up and looked at the bonfire in front of him. Recalling what he had done during this time, he seemed to be a little carried away and carried away, but reality gave him a solid slap.

There are many strong people in this world, when Michael Rowe still has his tail between his legs and is a man, the mayor also has his own scruples, what is he proud of as a little ant?

Is bullying the car sales lady a strong person? Not to mention that an Aaron can make him run away from the wilderness, within the Red Country, there are still thousands of town guards who can be pulled out at will, and he is complacent with a little money at the big elite level?

He secretly told himself that he should be cautious and low-key at all times, even if he could be promoted to the town guard level later. Otherwise, one day if you are careless, the boat capsizes in the gutter, but you will lose all your efforts. Like the things in the locomotive shop before, you can't do it anymore, it's too ostentatious, and it's easy to attract unnecessary attention.

He was a strong-willed man, and he quickly collected his mood and began to count supplies and ammunition.

The cruising locomotive carried a lot of capacity, but half of it was used to hang up spare fuel tanks. It's a long way to the Black Dead Jungle, and he has to meet the fuel for the round trip. Then there is the food, which is fluffy and is carried by locomotive, and the dense ones are placed in the storage space. Compressed biscuits and chocolates filled with a ring, plus the outside can be eaten for more than a month. There are also three 10-liter cylindrical water bags, which are placed in the storage space and filled up when they come across a water source.

In terms of ammunition, it is very sufficient, and all kinds of bullets are scattered and re-packed in oiled paper to maximize the use of honeycomb space, and each honeycomb is stuffed to the brim. A few thousand rifle rounds at 7.62, 300 sniper rounds at 12.7, and fifty or sixty grenades, enough to take out a team of several hundred men. If all of them were to stand and shoot him, a few thousand would not be a problem, but that would not be possible.

He has already made up his mind to go to the Black Death Jungle this time, and if he doesn't succeed, he will become a benevolent. Either be promoted to the town guard level and have a prosperous road from now on, or bury your bones here, which can be regarded as a vigorous walk. He tried, struggled, and left no regrets.

If there's anything else that can't be let go, it's Suna's whereabouts. She should listen to him and move in the direction of the Black Death Jungle, not knowing if she will be able to meet again.

It's still this simple girl, there is no pressure when you are with her, well-behaved and obedient, and obedient.

The next day, Chen Xing entered the mountainous area, and the ground was full of gravel. Fortunately, they are relatively small and do not affect the driving of the suspension locomotive. If it is like the stone block of more than half a meter on the Black Death Continent, it is easy to bump into it, and the car will break down after a few more collisions.

The stone mountains here are not dense, and the valley between the two mountains can be driven. The last time I came here with Aliya, I drove a motorcycle the whole time. Chen Xing revisited the old place, recalling the past with Alia, and couldn't help but smile. Although she was indeed forced at the time, and Aliya was indeed heartless, she also had a cute side, and there were times when she was deflated. It's still fun to get along with her.

"Buzz ......"

In the midst of his thoughts, three sickle beetles flew over the hill and appeared in his sight.

Chen Xing's big black eagle was on his back, and his shoulder was thrown into his hand, and with a "click", he pulled the bolt and loaded it, condensed spiritual energy, and shot it out.

"Bang!"

The first beetle struck a squirt of a large piece of green liquid from behind its tail, spun and fell to the ground. The other two beetles hissed sharply and swooped down with their scythes. Chen Xing gathered his breath and fired another shot, and the second beetle fell in response.

The third beetle, realizing the strength of its opponent, made a U-turn in an arc with the intention of fleeing. With a gunshot, a large stream of bodily fluids erupted from the mouthparts, and they plunged headlong into the middle of the mountain.

In order to save time, Chen Xing didn't go to collect the beetle crystal nucleus, and swept past the corpse.

This big black eagle is full of power, and the power of ordinary shooting is equivalent to a first-level energy storage shot, plus his current energy storage shooting has reached level 3, which can cause 3~7 times more damage. When fully charged, the damage is 4~9 times that of ordinary rifles. If you add the psionic compression level 2 and trio, it can deal a hundred times the damage, and it is extremely ferocious.

"Squeak!"

After walking in the mountains for two days, a mountain centipede suddenly strung out, danced its steel whip-like tentacles, and let out a piercing insect chirp at him.

"Do you think it's the same as before?"

Chen Xing shot a gun in his hand, and the blue bullet spun out, hitting the head the size of a mountain centipede truck, and a tentacle broke from the root and fell down the stone mountain.

"Tsk!"

The centipede eats pain and makes a loud hiss. With a sinking head, he walked downstream. Thousands of knotted feet danced as if flying against a mountain. Chen Xing twisted the throttle, and the centipede was sprayed with black ash.

After a year and a half, Chen Xing has changed from what it used to be, his strength has increased greatly, the shotgun has changed from a quasi-elite to a big elite, an ordinary gun of a few hundred gold has become a big black eagle worth tens of thousands of dollars, and the second-hand Great Wall iron horse has become a new wilderness overlord.

If you don't take the initiative to hunt, forget it, how can it be the turn of a mountain centipede to be arrogant.

The centipede chased more than ten meters, and another psionic armor-piercing bullet swirled, piercing through the billowing smoke and dust, hitting its mouthparts, and suddenly the juice flew sideways.

The cries of the centipedes were distorted, and they chased after them in anger, vowing to tear the tiny prey apart. But where the prey is the prey, the hunter is pretty much the same. The third armor-piercing bullet slashed at the blue mang, and with a "snap" sound, it shattered a large piece of insect shell, and a large amount of minced meat spewed out from the basin-sized wound.

The centipede hissed in pain, much slower, but the next psionic armor-piercing bullet awaited it. The attack missed slightly, and the sphirling trajectory plowed a deep scar into its carapace, sending a volley of crumbling skin into the air.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

Every gunshot takes away a large amount of flesh and blood. The huge mountain centipede was beaten and covered in wounds, and unwillingly let out a hiss, turned around and evacuated.

"I want to go!"

Chen Xing turned the head of the car and chased after him.

[Autonomous driving has been activated]

The speakers at the front of the car emit a rugged, masculine synthesized sound. The Wild Overlord is equipped with an advanced on-board computer that can switch between manual and autonomous driving. Chen Xing held a gun in both hands, aimed at the fleeing mountain centipede, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The blue flame spewed out, and the mountain centipede's body stiffened, letting out a huge scream. But it is huge, plus it is an insect, its vitality is extremely tenacious, even if its body is full of holes, its speed is still very fast, and it has crossed the mountain in a blink of an eye.

Chen Xing grabbed the handlebar with one hand, turned his thumb back to manual driving, adjusted the direction, and turned towards the side of the mountain.

"Boom!"

The body passed at a forty-five-degree angle, speeding around the mountain, and the black insect body reappeared in sight, undulating on the mountain wall. Chen Xing pushed his thumb, switched to autopilot, and then raised his gun to shoot.

"Tsk!"

The mountain centipede was hit hard, its body rolled like dominoes, and it was unable to cling to the mountain wall and began to roll downward.

Chen Xing braked sharply to avoid the black shadow overhead. In the next second, the insect body fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a large cloud of smoke and dust. The dense insect feet danced like sea anemones. Chen Xing reached out and grabbed it, took out a burning grenade from the storage space in front of him, tore open the pull ring, and threw it hard.

The incendiary grenade drew an arc and landed on the body of the struggling insect, and with a "boom", the flames rose into the sky, and the smell of burnt meat came to the nostrils.

"Let's hit the road!"

Chen Xing pulled away from him, concentrating his energy, compressing his spiritual energy, and maximizing his attack. The centipede struggled for a while, fluttering its tentacles, finding Chen Xing's direction and rushing over frantically.

The crosshair locked onto the center of the head, and a glowing armor-piercing bullet burst out. The air around them distorted and distorted, like a phantom. Only a loud bang was heard, and the hardest head armor was torn apart, and green slurry was squeezed out of the crack.

The centipede's head tilted, smashed on the ground, and it didn't move.