"Main quest two: Desert Aliens."

"Brief Mission: As your battle with the Experimental Terminator attracts the attention of the actual ruler of the Colony, some of your actions or choices will determine the substance of this main quest."

"Mission Description: It's simple, leave or stay."

"Quest Hint: Please think of a way to get out of the way."

"Quest Hint: Your decision will be a sign of what you'll be down next."

Throwing the cigarette butt that he had smoked two-thirds of the cigarette to the ground, Zhao Qian didn't seem to see the eyes of these murderers who were forced by his intimidation and didn't dare to move in the slightest. Yes, the few of them who look like good babies have more than one human life on their hands.

This difference in temperament can only be felt among the same kind. And in the eyes of this group of people, this harmless-looking teenager is more like a demon more terrifying than those cold machines.

Walking over slowly, Zhao Qian pulled out the long sword stuck in the corpse, and walked to the other side to pick up the axe on the ground.

A man with fairly clean clothes wiped the blood from his sword. The other party remained motionless and silent.

The footsteps not far away were getting louder and louder.

The outsider stood still, waiting.

The man showed up just as one of the thugs was still muttering something disgusting nonsense.

Two leaders, plus more than thirty sturdy men.

Grimm Seth looked at the boy standing in the middle of the street, this scene seemed familiar, the guy in front of him was indeed a killer. The corpses on the ground and the fragments of stumps that could not be put together in a human form are more like ornaments hanging on the side of the road against the backdrop of this figure.

"Good evening."

The Asian who was standing said casually, and he lit another cigarette for himself.

The next moment, the breath of this cloud seemed to poke a hornet's nest.

Green was sure he heard the sound of the old smoker of the raider coming from behind him swallowing saliva in his throat. Others may not know how to smoke, but this smoker, who has been dealing with tobacco since childhood, knows what the hell that person smokes as long as he has a certain smell.

"A goods."

The words of this desert robber, who often raided and roamed outside in his early years, caused the restlessness of the group of men with all kinds of guns in their hands behind him.

To be honest, what the corpses on the ground represent has long been ignored by them. They've seen corpses, they've seen more, more miserable than that.

"Hey, boy!"

The smoker shouted, his words more of a jealousy of the guy eating alone.

Behind him, more than thirty men who were patrolling this area tonight also seemed to be unable to resist the temptation of this thing, and opened their mouths, saying all kinds of nonsense. If it weren't for the explicit prohibition of not shooting, it is estimated that they would have opened fire.

In the eyes of desert bandits, there has always been only those who can and cannot rob.

"Hand over the stuff!"

"Crawl here on your knees, or Uncle will blow your egg-egg!"

“……”

Unable to restrain him, Grimm Seth glanced at the subordinate beside him who only listened to his father's orders, and motioned for him to restrain his men.

The crowd with guns quickly went out as if someone had poured a spoonful of cold water into a boiling pot. But it's more like a soup to stop the boiling.

Green walked towards Zhao Qian step by step, and he was now afraid that if he was not careful, he would cause some greater conflict.

In case of a misfire between these two sides, it will definitely be a heavy loss for his family. This will mean that the influence of one's own family will be further weakened or even eliminated.

"This foreign powerhouse."

Green worked hard to gather the vocabulary in front of the man who had caused him a lot of uneasiness, so that he would not have a deeper conflict and would not weaken the family behind him.

"Your actions are on our turf ......"

"Getting to the point."

Zhao Qian interrupted as he held the flying back into the sheath, his gaze was level at the other party, this young man who had survived under his hands, this person's gaze was evading.

There is no temperament that a child of a ruling class family should have.

For example, everything in the eyes and everything.

But he also knew very well that if this guy showed this temperament at the first meeting, he would definitely die under his own sword.

"Who are you? Where did it come from? What are you going to do? ”

Green plucked up the courage to ask, he glanced at the murderous demon across from him and asked what he really wanted to say. To be honest, he still didn't have the courage to face death. The boy in front of him was more like his inner demon, something called fear.

"I, Tom Lee."

Zhao Qian said, his gaze went over to the old young man in front of him, and looked at the raiding team in the gathering place over there. The guns in these guys' hands look more like knockout goods from some organization.

You can't go wrong, some of the weapons can still be seen on them, and one of them looks a bit like the U.S. Army logo.

"As for what I'm going to do?"

Another group of people came out from the other side of the street, although not as many as the group of people in front of Green, but there were more than a dozen.

Zhao Qian didn't look back, because he had already seen the young man in front of him frowning habitually, this guy hadn't learned to hide his emotions yet.

"I'm a mechanical hunter, or rather, a mechanical avenger."

He said with a smile, raising the exoskeleton arm in his right hand, which glowed dark in the light of the ash worm's fire.

"Click, click, click."

The sound of the bullet loading is the group of people behind it.

Zhao Qian looked at it, and the group of raiders brought by Green in front of him also quickly raised their guns.

Twin air confrontations.

This atmosphere made these gangsters, who thought they could run for their lives immediately, more and more uneasy. They didn't dare to breathe, more like a group of dead people.

Green glanced at the metallic half-length corpse at the mouth of the alley, as if he understood.

"Esther, you useless waste corrupted by machinery, sooner or later I'll get rid of you."

The representative of one of the three major forces said, his face did not hide the resentment of the other party.

They are feuds, starting with old Esther shooting Mike Sethus in the back, and the reason why they tried their hands together yesterday was more to take care of the face of the Armstrong family, whose strength was the strongest in the gathering place, and the most open.

"Get out of our territory, this outsider is our friend."

Without Zhao Qian's non-human deterrence, Green's sand bandit temperament was fully displayed in others.

"Old Scorpion, take those little chicks of yours and roll them off Mike-Mike's ground!"

The old smoker raised his voice and said, holding the ****** of the old era in his hand, and his words completely interpreted what is called the fierce folk customs of Texas. He didn't sell Grimm a cent of face in front of people, but he also ignored the young man opposite who was one of the heirs of Esther who was of the same nature as Green, and said to the real leader of that group.

There was also the whistle and scolding of the group of men behind him who looked quite rabble.

This is the Texas cowboys, they only admire the boss they admire, and as for the heir to the boss, what is that?

The faces of the people on both sides were quite difficult to look at.

Zhao Qian stood in place, the cigarette in his mouth had already been smoked, he was laughing, as if he didn't have the slightest awareness of being the fuse of this matter.

"That's not right."

The young man's face on the side was already getting more and more pale, and his words were interrupted by a female voice. Another group of people walked into this not very big street, from the alley next to Zhao Qian.

The Armstrong Family.

The woman in the lead looked at the place with a group of men in different costumes behind her, and their presence immediately quieted the conflict that was about to break out between the two sides.

This is the most combat-ready weapon in this underground gathering place.

"This man belongs to us."

The woman said that he had been pressed by the man who had been favored by the old man for too long, and that it was time to show his edge.

"Why?"

The heir of the Esther family asked unwillingly weakly, he had suffered a lot from this woman.

"He's a strong man."

The subordinates behind the woman laughed out loud, and the black humor in this is something that a man can understand. But the faces of the other two are not very good-looking.

Now, everyone is looking at Zhao Qian, waiting for his final decision.

"Okay."

The young man with the sword said, and the light of the ash worm on the side of the street shone on his face, flickering on and off.

He looked at the woman in front of him and smiled.