The wilderness is a paradise for predators, a paradise for the resilient whose first goal is survival, the wasteland is a dark sea, and a few gathering points are lighthouses standing alone in the sea, and the humans who have survived the apocalypse shuttle through the ocean, delusionally thinking that they are killer whales, but the truth is that most of them are krill.

So Simon's party in the car should be counted as, humpback whales?

"So you screwed off the head of the guy who blessed you with an iron head?" Simon tilted his cigarette butt and drooped his sunglasses, surprised.

Jonathan sat in the back of the car, blowing the wind freely, and the giant man did not want to shrink into the small car, and gradually roasted into a charred rib on the outside and tender on the inside, he rolled a cigarette several times larger than usual, and said pleasantly: "If he blesses my head with a granite stone, I will treat him to a glass of wine." ”

"Your head is so big that you can't stand it, why is your belly so small that you can't stand it?" Simon put two fingers on the steering wheel, it doesn't matter how fast or slow he drives, can he jump out of the police car and arrest him for low speed this year?

Jonathan put aside the empty canning box with disdain, and said-for-tat: "Little man, listen to my son, there is a woman who throws you into your arms and pretends to be less than anything, what a little guy." ”

Speaking of the Blackwater Town Bar, Simon felt that his IQ had been insulted, Simon wiped his sweat and said, "Brother is a person with discipline, a person with discipline!" ”

The father and son invariably raised their middle fingers, and even the pickup couldn't stand someone's brazenness, and a puff of black smoke came out of the hood with a "boom", indicating that they refused to work.

Simon lamented heavily, grabbed the Penny hat that was so dirty that he couldn't see the original color, slammed the car door, and scolded, "It's time to let the wind out." ”

"The filter is broken...... Simon lifted the sand net that was sticky to the fine sand, he took off the dust net, took a deep breath of the oily, dirty, rusty air, Simon had a small screwdriver in his mouth, and persevered in repairing the dense cobweb-like coils, he would rather participate in another raid on the fortress of Emar than deal with the head-scratching mechanical wear.

The road condition is very bad, the quality of the pickup is very bad, even the air cleanliness is very bad, the hot wind blows away a thick layer of yellow sand on the dilapidated road, there is just a sandstorm passing by, for insurance, Simon naturally will not choose to force the crossing, but the pickup is still broken, the damage is very complete, the sand and gravel break the engine transmission components, unless it is a major blood change, or the car god Dominic Toledo is present.

In other words, the car broke down.

Simon got out of the car, stretched his muscles, and complained: "I have to blame you for this, there are guns that don't use wrenches to make darts, I actually ran out of wrenches, I won't call you stupid big guy in the future, I'm going to call you a wrench man." ”

The wrench man innocently touched the back of his head that wrinkled three bars, and explained: "Strong Qiao didn't expect that man's skull to be able to break the pipe wrench." ”

Simon held his forehead, grabbed the remaining barrel of gasoline and threw it to the giant man, and said angrily: "The gasoline barrel belongs to you, it is not oil, it is a coin!" It's a coin you can smell three miles away! With that, the three of them distributed their luggage, and the soles of their feet stepped on the scorching hard asphalt of the interstate, and the rest of the road had to be walked step by step. And the pickup truck, which is so broken that it has lost its repair value, may become a certain road sign, and continue to exert residual heat.

After a long journey under the scorching sun, moving the skin of the mouth has become a meaningless physical exertion, less to say, saving a drop of drinking water, the kettle at the waist swaying a small half of pure water, the tip of the sweat soaked into the AATS watch, the black strap does not attach any water droplets, there is no trace of sticky feeling.

Simon moved his watch, the overload effect brought by AATS is undoubtedly an excellent aid for fighters, more and faster reaction time, compared to the first time to turn on AATS, the aftermath of overload Simon has been greatly adapted, one to two basic disc short activation almost no dizziness.

After a month of survival in the wasteland, Simon felt that his bodily functions had returned to the peak state of his service in the Rangers, and the hour hand was still firmly locked in one square, but Simon still remembered the scene of the collapse of the Vault Lift after killing the Alien, and he preferred to believe in his pure power rather than relying too much on the "supernatural" functions that had not been widely proven.

It was noon on the electronic screen of the "12.05" watch, Simon moved his dry and cracked lips, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Hey, find a place to rest for a while." ”

It was not easy to find a shadow in the wilderness, and after repeatedly confirming that there was no danger on the back of the rock, Peter beckoned Simon and Jonathan, who were much heavier, to come over from afar, and Simon had just poured saliva and moistened his throat, when suddenly an intuition rose to his brow, like a pinprick in a needle!

The weight of the backpack could not restrain Simon's posture of spreading his arms, drawing the gun, aiming, and firing, and in just one second, Simon did it in one go.

The bullet was fired at Peter.

Peter was also aware of the problem the moment Simon drew his gun, but the teenager was noticeably less reactive than the sniper who would keep the gun within reach at all times, the hem of his trench coat covered the pistol, and as he turned to take the gun, another short knife rested quietly on Peter's soft throat.

Simon missed, and the scorched rock surface suddenly burst into a large crater, setting off a small sandstorm that landed on the ambusher's light gray hair.

"Let him go!" Simon shouted, the ambusher seemed to have split out of the rock, the chameleon disguised to deceive everyone, the ambusher was wrapped in a light brown tarpaulin that blended in with the wilderness, the only thing exposed was a blue pupil, Simon couldn't even confirm if it was a human, it was a serpentine vertical pupil!

Jonathan snorted and foamed at the foam, his muscles visibly swelling, instantly squeezing his undershirt to a bloated surface, standing beside Simon like a mountain backdrop.

The knife of the vertical pupil slashed slightly, and a little blood oozed from Peter's soft throat, and said, "Put down the gun." The sound was as cold and wet as a viper, and even in the hot wilderness, the sound was like a wind blowing through it, and I shuddered.

"There are still nine bullets in the magazine, I am a sniper, you killed my people, I chased you to the ends of the earth and exploded your eyebrows!" Simon didn't change his color in the slightest, and his vertical pupils were incorporated into the scope reticles.

"The speed of the bullet is 1,000 meters per second, do you want to compare the speed of the bullet? Come on! Simon stepped forward menacingly, oblivious to the deeper and deeper scar on Peter's neck.

"Two against one, how do you want to die, you're a woman? Very well, I'm going to break your hands and legs, a day away is William Market, I'm going to throw you into the mob circle, pay a bunch of coins, teach them not to let you die too fast, let go of my people! I just acted as if nothing had happened. Simon caught some hesitation in the vertical pupils, and pushed the trigger forward slightly, releasing kindness.

The vertical pupil grabbed Peter and slowly retreated towards the side of the rock, beads of sweat across his eyebrows, dripping into Simon's eyes, forcing him to blink, and in just an instant, the vertical pupil pushed Pete violently, and the whole person burrowed into the sand like a diver.

Two gunshots.

Jonathan snorted, a blood splash on his chest, and Simon "bang-bang" the trajectory of the vertical pupil escape trajectory before stopping.

Suddenly attacked, the three of them could no longer be in the mood to rest, Simon dug out the first aid kit, and was just about to treat Jonathan's bullet wounds, but the giant man patted his chest and picked up a five-petal flower-shaped warhead.

"It's a mutant." Jonathan played with the blossom bullet in his hand, gathered the petals in turn, and after a few moments, he got a scrap metal with a grotesque shape. "We've broken into the mutants' resting grounds, and we're the ones who attack us, strictly speaking."

Radiation has spawned countless wasteland monster creatures, and no matter how much humans boast about themselves, they can't get rid of the fact that primates are inseparable. Radiation has caused a part of humanity to mutate their genes, and unlike the pre-war comics, they have endured more painful torments with no hope at all. But there are also a few lucky ones who have successfully navigated mutations and deformities, and gained strength far beyond that of wasteland humans. The girl with vertical eyes is clearly the latter.

"This road is the fastest shortcut to the Great Lakes Industrial Zone, and there are mutants surveying the way, indicating that there is a large caravan at most a day's journey away, and we can take a ride along the way." Peter wiped the shallow scar on his neck without care, waved his hand and said: "This mutant should be exploring the way, and he won't take the initiative to kill people unless he is forced to do it, but if he really wants to do it, I'm afraid the three of us will be lying down." ”

"Vertical pupils, she's a mutant, you can't hit her." Jonathan sat in the shadows, took out the kettle, sipped his sip, saw the suspicion in Simon's eyes, the giant grinned, and didn't explain much: "The hellish world will teach you everything, it depends on whether you have the life to survive until that day." ”

"She has someone to support her, why don't she leave quickly and stay here and wait for reinforcements to come?" Simon frustrated himself as he put away his sniper rifle, and the midday sun stabbed him and pulled the brim of his hat.

Peter sat down on his father's broad lap, leaving a shadow on Simon, and said, "In the wilderness, there is nothing to do with life and death, nothing to do with hatred, and besides, you didn't really kill her." ”

"Why didn't you remind me before?" Simon sat down next to Pete and poured his saliva, and the boy glanced at him meaningfully and said, "I'm afraid you've really hit." ”

"You, or the vertical pupils?"

"Fool, of course it's me."

At dusk, a noisy voice gradually came from the distance, Simon woke up from his false sleep, lying in the yellow sand, the sniper scope showed a large caravan, two-headed oxen carrying cargo boxes, caravan guards with rifles scattered on both sides, walking in the front of the two-headed horns sat a girl in a tarpaulin cloak, magnified and upper.

"I'll stay here to support." Simon really didn't want to be exposed to the other party's gun, after all, he got an AATS watch, not a mecha.

Seeing Simon's concern, the father and son walked straight to the road, reached out with their hands, talked to the caravan guards, and then greeted Simon.

The girl with vertical eyes was lying lazily with her horns in her arms, half of her arms were crooked out, her white and tender skin was incompatible with the original color of the wilderness, Simon looked at him, and the girl snorted softly and turned her head sideways.

"Anyway, why did they accept us?" Simon asked in a low voice, feeling like walking in a group of prisoners of war.

Jonathan seemed quick and busy chatting with the woman, and Peter shrugged and explained, "We paid for a ride, and it was as simple as that." ”