"Main quest: Wasteland Survival, you have survived in the current world for 6 days, and you need one more day to complete this quest."

Four days later, Zhao Qian was sitting in a car, and he looked a little expressionless.

The car was still the T-X car, but the oil in the car was found by Zhao Qian after splitting the roller shutter with a sword from a long-unvisited passage behind, along with a few piles of rotten paper stuffed into a leather bag with a face value of 100 dollars and a few guns that were too rusty to use.

Next to the oil drum lay the bones of a man whose clothes had been dried for many years, as if he were telling some other story.

As for the big spider, he also found the answer when he was lying on the ground to repair the car, and the tough spider silk stirred into the axle also shocked him somewhat.

He could only sigh that he hadn't been able to get that thing to use its full strength.

Aimlessly along the road.

The little girl couldn't find it, because the marks left by the T-X's car were covered by the yellow sand almost an hour later, and he also noticed that if it was windy, the marks were covered faster.

Driving silently, the only thing Zhao Qian can be sure of now is that Liao Sha is not dead, because there is no notice of failure of the plot mission.

As for anything else, he didn't know anything.

In fact, he already planned to go to the place on the leaflet according to his previous plan.

The legendary rebel base in Flagpole City, Texas.

And after twelve o'clock tonight, the next unknown main quest is also a very embarrassing problem.

The car drove forward, Zhao Qian held the steering wheel with one hand, and pushed forward with the other hand to accelerate the speed.

Gasoline wasn't his concern now, or rather, the rows of bullet holes in the back of the car and the scratches and dents left by other hard objects were indicative of what had happened to him recently.

It's not too easy.

It can be said that the wasteland world has always been a very frowning travel world. Because it is difficult to give you a comfortable or even cozy environment. There are only all kinds of coping, speculation, and direct and sharp violence.

A stranger waving at the side of the road with powerful acting, you never know which sentence of her mouth is true, or all of them are fake. The sinister human heart can never be revealed by a few simple words of communication.

Compared to these, it is better, at least Zhao Qian can also be used as some adjustment during boring driving.

Strange mutated creatures that have never been seen before and Terminators with random range of motion are the real problems. These inexplicable encounters allowed him to progress towards his milestones.

Two T-600 Terminators, a mutated creature, and several road robbers. Make his Milestone Finisher 3/10, Survival Expert 6/60, Brutal 33/100, Wanderer 1/5, and Mutant Killer 3/10.

There are also some keys in the ticket that are not opened.

And from time to time there are those so-called Abaddon Institute's not very strong pursuers, three times. Zhao Qian finally got the answer to this question on a guy who had normal intelligence on the third night.

Someone put his information on the bounty list of the institute's affiliated organizations.

And the bounty payer Zhao Qian also knew that the black researcher who bowed his head that night to check his data. According to the words of the mercenary who died at his hands a long time ago, this guy's status can only be regarded as a mid-level position in the organization. Therefore, the bounty given is limited, and the strength of the person who takes the task is not very good. The next day, he was clean again, and it is estimated that the group of guys also knew that his strength was not easy to mess with.

As for why he was able to find him, it seems that it may have something to do with the smell left by the spider on the chassis of this car. Maybe that's why the T-X Terminator would abandon this vehicle that was just a little short of gas, the guy should know a lot of things, he just wouldn't tell himself.

Stopped, looked up at the already mottled road signs on the side of the road in the evening sunset, the dark blue paint on them had long since peeled off, but he could still see the direction he was moving from the rust and some simple white line signs.

took out the map in his hand and looked at it, and after confirming that it was correct, Zhao Qian did not speak.

Judging from some of the words above that are missing words, it seems that he is about to leave Camel City.

Well, in other words, the map in my hand has crossed the boundary and is useless.

Silently twisting the key again and starting, Zhao Qian was obviously used to the current atmosphere.

Outside the car window, in addition to the colder and colder temperatures and a few sparse dry bushes, there was more of the same sand.

Listening to the roar of the engine in my ears, the car was driven very slowly, which seemed to be an illusion of running out of fuel, and it made people see the reality in the car through the hazy window. He's pretending, or rather waiting, something he has to wait for.

Soon, from behind a sand dune in front, a group of people blocked the unsightly road that had long been eroded by the yellow sand.

"Bang!"

"Get out of the car! Brat! ”

The gunshots rang out the moment they appeared, followed by some scribbling words after the words.

"Get down!"

"Stop!"

"Coward!"

“……”

The gossip of emotional expressions was mixed with some loud rumors.

Zhao Qian just stopped there, looking, in fact, he stopped at a position that was far away from the group of people. Generally, drivers with a little bit of agility can turn around and step on the accelerator before the group of people even hit them.

But he didn't, and his actions confirmed the fact that the car didn't have much gasoline anymore.

A wanderer who travels alone with a car is a vigilant existence in any wilderness, let alone in Texas, where the people are strong.

The desert robbers, who didn't know what slang they were talking about, looked at the Asian who opened the car door not far away but didn't surrender at all, and the weapons they had made before or after civilization became their only support.

Several rusty automatic or semi-automatic rifles, wooden spears made of animal teeth, machetes, and bows and arrows.

Zhao Qian didn't speak, just stood there, the other party was looking at him, of course he was also looking at the other party. Horses and motorcycles became the main means of transportation in the group, but the only thing that stood out was the crotch of a relatively clean guy in the crowd.

A large lizard about the size of a horse, although it seems impossible to tell what kind of lizard it is, the sharp teeth that occasionally stick out of its tongue from this thing should not be a good stubble.

It's more than a step weaker than that Spider-Faced Radiant Man, and there's a secret comparison in my heart.

Zhao Qian smiled, he walked forward, compared to the other side because of the prey showed abnormal behavior of the cautious difference, his pace was very relaxed and freehand.

The muscles were secretly tense.

This undoubtedly put a lot of pressure on this group of black, yellow and white mixed men and women, or they have long been accustomed to the situation where the attacker turns around and leaves without saying a word.

This is undoubtedly putting a lot of pressure on any creature whose mental position is a hunter.

As we walked on, the atmosphere fell silent.

Next.

"Bang!"

A white woman on the other side with a Thompson M1 in her hand couldn't help it after all, and her eyes widened as she looked at the man who was being aimed at her head.

She seemed to see a hint of mockery in the corner of the other's raised mouth.

In the next second, there was a loud shot of gunfire.

Zhao walked forward, sometimes to the left, then to the right, and then a few steps back.

He is like a dancer, an actor who performs with his life in a hail of bullets.

It's close.

The next moment, the fat sheep, who had just been regarded as a coward by the desert bandits, showed his hideous fangs.

"Kerry!"

The sword, slicing through the neck of the first man he faced and held the fanged spear, screamed and angry, then the second.

The smell of carnage, and the smell of blood, adorns this highway that seems to be played out every day.

Today it's just a change of role.

In the crowd, a sudden gust of wind hit in front of him, scales and claws, the big lizard. The people next to them were more like they were inspired, and they had used this trick many times.

Speechlessness, or disdain in someone's eyes, says it all.

The long sword shook, but there was no intention of stopping.

The stabbing blow opens and closes wide in the next move, which is the use of the heavy sword, but it can work wonders. With the head of a cold-blooded animal rising into the sky.

The people around him, who were still full of confidence just now, lost their voices in an instant.

Fear spread like a plague among the people.

PS: Today is a more chapter, a rational outline, well, that's it, thank you for supporting me. Go to bed early.