"Hey, little one, don't always pretend to be a shy! This is not what a mercenary should be, and he will never be accepted in this wilderness! My name is Fili, what's your name? ”

In a col dozens of kilometers away from the H913 gathering place, members of the Night Mercenary Team were sitting around a campfire, and a dark-skinned man with a full beard and a worn beret slanted on his face grinned widely, and shouted a question to the boy who was sitting silently in the corner of the campfire.

The boy slowly raised his head and looked at the two rows of extraordinarily white teeth of the other party, not intending to pay attention to the other, but suddenly remembered what Panis had said, and his lips squirmed with difficulty.

"Lowe."

The boy's voice was low and slightly hoarse, with an inexplicable magnetism, and it sounded unusually comfortable.

Fili was stunned for a moment, with a strange expression on his face, and finally shrugged helplessly at his companions around him.

"He said his name was Lowe and he was a boy! You muscular guy with a brain! ”

Panis walked over with a new tent bag, sat down cross-legged beside the boy, placed the tent bag in front of the boy, and then turned to the black man and raised his middle finger.

"Lowe? What a strange name! But you have a pretty good voice! You could have been a voice actor in the old days, even though I don't know what the hell the old days were! ”

Fili reached out and patted his head, muttered a few words, grinned at the boy again, and began to wipe the MP5 Charge in his hand*.

This is the famous king of the stormtroopers of the old days, but Fili's confidence in surviving in the wilderness.

"Lo, this is for you! You're still young, a pistol is more suitable for you! ”

Panis, who had unlocked five pairs of genetic sequences and was clearly in authority in the Night Mercenary Squad, pulled a small silver pistol from her waist and handed it to the boy named Lo.

Lowe looked up at the delicate pistol, and finally turned his gaze to the titanium dagger stuck in the side of Panis's leather boots.

"You like daggers?"

Panis thought of the scene of Lo in the Colosseum, and with a sudden look on her face, she pulled out the dagger and handed it to him.

This is a little guy who loves hand-to-hand combat.

Luo took the dagger and put it in his arms, but threw the cowhide knife holster with metal pendants on the ground.

He knew the wilderness better than Panis, and the difference between life and death in the wilderness sometimes depended only on whose sword was drawn faster.

After sitting by the campfire for a while, Luo picked up the tent bag beside him, got up and walked into the darkness not far away.

"Little one, do you need me to help you set up your tent? This thing is a technical job! ”

Another thin man with goggles on his face and a sniper* in his hand shouted in the direction Lowe had left, but no answer was heard.

Panis had a smile on her face, knowing that her partner was grinding with her new partner in a way unique to Night. As for the boy, being able to stay around the campfire for so long is also a unique way to show kindness.

"Boss, where did you get this little lover? Pretty cool! But how long do you think he can live in the wilderness? ”

The thin man was about the same age as Panis, and there was not much restraint in his words. What he had just said to the boy was only a disguised kindness to the new member, nothing more.

"William, everybody's from crawl to run, isn't it?"

Panis looked at the thin figure who was busy in the darkness not far away, and replied softly.

Speed, battlefield control, and terrifying recovery power, the boy, who was only eight or nine years old, had activated at least three pairs of genetic sequences.

Human beings have twenty-three pairs of genetic sequences, and if they can activate two pairs of beginner-level abilities, and if they activate three to five pairs of advanced to intermediate-level abilities, they can become speakers in a small gathering place.

Panis herself had been fighting in the wilderness for many years before she managed to activate five pairs, and this little boy had already activated three pairs!

What's more, when the gene sequence is activated, everyone gets a different ability! Some people may only have the ability to stay in the water for a few more minutes, while others may even be able to comprehend the mysterious ability to predict the future.

Each of the abilities this child has displayed is extremely practical in this wilderness full of endless killing machines.

"What a lucky little guy!"

Panis sighed softly, and suddenly saw Fili grinning at her, her face smeared with a layer of butter on her gloating expression.

"Head, are you complimenting that little one? I remember you said that if you want to get a mercenary's compliment, it's like looking forward to the excitement of the, you need extra money! Ha ha! ”

Panis raised her middle finger at Filip again, then stood up and faced the endless wilderness that shrouded in darkness.

Her long, straight legs bent slowly, and finally she knelt on the gray-white wilderness, her right hand resting on her chest, and leaned down to kiss the earth full of the smell of the wasteland.

"Embrace the wilderness of good and evil, the mercenaries of the night will always submit to you, and will always be your devout believers, please accept the pure soul of the new member of the night!"

Fili and William, who were behind Panis, had already knelt down and prayed as reverently as Panis.

Lowe sat in his own tent, and the low, pious prayers of the members of the Night Squad could be heard outside the tent, mixed with the sound of a whimpering wind coming from far away in the wilderness.

For the wilderness, in his few memories, there is only awe, no surrender!

He stretched out his hand and pulled the tent open a slit, his black pupils looked at the endless darkness in the distance, and then glanced at the still gray sky, his white and slender fingers slowly poking out of the tent.

Although it was already night, the sky was still gray, and there was a faint feeling of pins and needles on the fingers.

Radiation clouds at night have significantly reduced compared to daytime. But she's still too young to withstand the intense radiation of the Wilderness during the day, and she'll need to stay in the Night Squad for a while.

said that it was a mercenary squad, but in fact, counting boys, the entire squad was only four people. Luo had heard the white-toothed Filip inadvertently say that in a hunting mission, in order to obtain a genetic sample of a sixth-order mutant creature, the Night Squad paid a high price of seven lives.

Mercenary squads are wolves that wander the wilderness, and as long as something profitable, the mercenaries will do it. Such as hunting mutant creatures to obtain mutant samples, such as accepting commissions to clean up the ubiquitous wilderness mob, and even raising butcher knives against other mercenary squads.

Of course, profit and death have always gone hand in hand.

The rest of the group had already entered the tent, but Panis was still sitting by the campfire staring at the red coals.

She's on guard tonight.

Night is the most terrifying time in the wilderness, and although the ubiquitous rays have diminished a lot, the wild creatures that mutate rapidly all the time are several times more active than during the day.

"Books from the old days used to say that the night sky had stars as bright as the mutated wolf's miserable green pupils, and there would be rumbling thunder. What does thunder look like? The collapse of the ruins, or the roar of the engine? ”

Panis struggled to sketch the starry sky of the old days, imagining in her mind what a wonderful sound the rumbling thunder was.

There was a low sound in her ears, dull and distant, as if it were coming from beneath the ground. The wilderness trembled slightly, and even the gray embers on the surface of the charcoal fire began to peel off piece by piece, blown into the air by the fishy sweet night wind.

"Dull and distant, even the earth trembles slightly, is this the thunder of the old times? It's like the grinding sound of countless bare feet stepping on the sand, and it's a bit like a rough hand rubbing the mottled bark......"

Panis had never heard the thunder of the old days, let alone seen the starry sky of the old times. She closed her eyes and immersed herself in the artistic conception she had imagined, and while she was intoxicated, she also had a trace of extremely incongruous palpitations.

The disgusting sweetness of the night breeze blowing across his face was faintly mixed with a faint putrid stench, like the smell of the rotting mutated tissue of the mob in the wilderness.

Panis's eyes snapped open, her figure flashed, and she stooped quickly toward the slope of the col.

In the shadows near the top of the slope of the col, a thin figure was already lying on its stomach, the blanket that wrapped around his entire body and blended him perfectly into the darkness.

"Mob Tide!"

Not all survivors of this era have access to the ruins of the Rays, and those who have suffered from the deterioration of their body tissues due to radiation are not allowed to stay in the Gathering Area. The festering mutant tissue is like the viruses and plagues of the old times, and it is extremely terrifyingly contagious!

As the number of wanderers who are driven into the wilderness due to their festering bodies increases, a new race of "wilderness mobs" finally emerges in the wilderness.

Plagues and calamities accompanied them, and these creatures, which could no longer be called human beings, lived extremely shortly, and most of them died before the age of thirty. But while the mutation eats away at their flesh, it also gives them super reproductive ability.

Female mobs around the age of ten can reproduce, and most of them have multiple births!

"A small mob of about 300 people, looking in the direction of the H913 gathering place, is these disgusting things already so sensitive to smell?"

Panis lay beside Lowe, looking at the crushing mob on the other side of the col, and the panic in her heart faded considerably.

Mob waves are a nightmare for the gathering place, but they don't pose a big threat to the highly mobile mercenary squads. The terrifying thing about the mob wave is that it spreads the plague, but for the Night Squad with gas masks, this small mob of 300 people is not even as threatening as a fifth-order mutant creature.

"Luo, you're quite alert! Can't sleep in a new place? It's a wilderness mob with viruses and plagues that don't pose much of a threat to us. But this area is our dark night's territory, they have destroyed H913, the plague may be epidemic for a while, and we can only wear masks for a while. ”

Panis patiently explained to Lowe, turned over and took the gas mask from Fili's hand, who had already bent over, and handed it another pair to the boy who was still lying there.

William still stood lazily at the entrance of his tent with the rugged sniper* in his arms, not even interested in coming over to take a look.

Panis wasn't unaware of the mob. But compared to wearing a gas mask for half a month, a bullet is a much more precious thing. She didn't think a dagger alone would take out these ugly but tenacious things.

The mob on the other side of the col had faded away, and at their modest pace, they should reach the H913 gathering place by the next nightfall.