Volume 2 Traveler from the Other World is double-opened, continue to water a chapter of word count, ask for a leave, and double change today

The so-called outpost camp is just a simple group of tents, like army-green bubbles rising out of the rubble.

The camp was surrounded by cement bags, the towers behind it roared all the time, and anti-aircraft machine guns tried to keep mutated seabirds from approaching the camp.

The convoy stopped at a gap in the camp wall. This time, there was no bloody situation from the last time, and the soldiers guarding the gate checked the customs clearance certificate one by one, and then pulled up the barricade to let them go.

Entering the camp, everyone hurried along. The Huaxia Combat Brigade trotted in neat columns, flanked by piles of mercenaries, covered in blood and dangling with their equipment.

The jeep made its way along the cleared path, with smoke rising from the sides of the road.

There were wounded wailing hysterically, some cursing, and cages with aberrant creatures being transported into the streets.

A woman came out of the tent in a distraught, disheveled, and a few ruffians in desert camouflage laughed, but there was a fear in their eyes that they were trying to hide.

These people who have just come out of the ruins are all trying to vent their despair in the most primitive way.

Antakuta looked at all this and suddenly felt a little bored. This is a war between humans and aliens, but in his opinion, the human capacity is still too weak.

I think about what war he used to be, he didn't stand on the corpses of millions of living beings, and countless relatives and friends left him.

The Shura clan has no joy between men and women, and the so-called inheritance is only stripped from the soul at the prime of life and turned into a new Shura, that is, their own children.

Humans often say that the Shura tribe is cold-blooded, but in fact, from the moment the Shura tribe is born, the blood has no temperature.

The fan patted him on the shoulder and showed a relaxed smile, "Chengping, it's time to the ground." After a short rest, we're about to go. ”

The expressions of the other four people in the car gradually returned to normal, perhaps remembering Antakuta's strength. No one will doubt it, after all, the degree of transformation can be found with a phone call.

After getting out of the car, the Sky Wings team was assigned to three tents. Originally, it was supposed to be a top for poker and electronic equipment, a fan and Matsuda Heng one on one, and Ellie's own one.

But now that there is an Antakuta temporarily, I can't help but feel a little difficult.

But in the eyes of poker, this is not a problem at all.

"Chengping, you ...... The tent is too small, you and Ellie will be on board. Poker casually said a word.

"Wait! Captain, this ......"

"Ellie." Poker solemnly pressed Ellie's shoulder, and couldn't help but roar in his heart, you are the key to whether our team can rise or not!

"Now there are not enough tents, you see that. At this time, personal desires must be put last, you know? ”

Ellie looked at the gray sky and hesitated, "Okay. ”

She was a little distressed, she and Cheng Ping were not familiar with each other at all, and she only knew that the other party suspected that she was a great master of transforming the seventh, and she didn't know anything else. To be in a tent with such a stranger is distressing.

Maybe the rescue mission will end before dark. She comforted herself.

The fan removed the boxes from the car. Tsuneichi Matsuda sat in the open space and sharpened his long knife, and he was the calmest of all the people.

There are still many cement blocks on the ground that have not been removed. Antakuta found a large one, sat down, and fiddled with the rifle in his hand.

By the way, what is this thing for?

He scratched his head, so he unloaded his rifle, attached his vest, and walked to the front of the poker and handed it to him.

Poker was a little stunned, "What, you don't use a gun?" ”

"I won't use it." Antakuta shook his head, "Give me a knife, or something." ”

"No, aren't you the executive of Project Deep Blue?"

"I lost my memory during the audition."

Poker opened his mouth, "Then you ......"

"Don't worry, I'll still fight."

Poker thought about it, why did he think so much? Anyway, they're here to fight, there's nothing else to do.

So he opened the box, looked for it, and looked up in the direction of Tsuneichi Matsuda and shouted, "Matsuda-kun! ”