Desert Storm is coming.

First, a line of yellow sand floated in front of the turtledove's eyes, and as soon as he looked back, the whole world was filled with wind and sand, and the sand and gravel rolled up by the wind hit his body, and even the tough skin of a madman like the turtledove could feel pain, let alone ordinary people.

In an instant, the wind and sand were so big that it was impossible to see what was within half a meter of them.

After all, the turtledove's hearing is not as sharp as those monsters, and they can't find a place to hide in the seconds before the storm arrives, as they do.

If it were in the desert, it would be difficult for the turtledove not to notice a desert storm of this scale, but unfortunately this is the ruins of the city, and the collapsed high-rise buildings still obscure the turtledove's vision, and it is late at night, until the storm really comes, the turtledove remembers that there is such a thing.

But at this time, what is the use of thinking about this, the most important thing at the moment is to quickly find a sheltered place to hide, otherwise this is only the prelude to the storm, and there will be more violent winds sweeping here later.

With his hands in front of his face to cover the wind and sand, it had only been a few minutes, and the wind had been so strong that the turtledove had to lean forward to move, and he tried to find a ruin to hide from his memory, but found that the few ruins that were still not far from him just now were gone.

The wind and sand made the turtledove unable to see the way, and he did not know if he was going around in circles, but the turtledove was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, and if he continued like this, he would really die here.

Not to mention being blown into the sky directly by a hurricane, just saying that if you continue to walk around in the storm, you may be completely lost, and if you run into a horde of monsters or other humans, you will basically have to explain.

What other humans can be here, Turtledove is of course talking about the slave catcher group and the mysterious convoy.

……

The turtledove felt as if he had been walking in a storm for hours, but in fact it had only been a few minutes, and he vaguely saw a misty black shadow on his left hand, and he did not care about the sequelae of excessive physical exertion, he instantly entered a state of rage, and ran desperately towards the black shadow.

It looked like the remains of a former tall building, and Turtledove didn't know how tall the building used to be, but now it had a roof left, and the rest of it should be buried under the sand. Or maybe the tall building has completely collapsed, and what I see in front of me is only a part of what has fallen to this side.

The wreckage of the tall building forms a solid triangle with the ground, and the windward side is the finished wall, and the angle between it and the ground is very low, so it is an ideal shelter from the wind.

The turtledove, who was finally saved, gasped for breath as soon as he came in, he was so tired that he had entered several rage states in succession, and the burden on his heart was quite great, and excessive use of the rage state would cause myocardial infarction.

After pouring two mouthfuls of water, the turtledove finally had a chance to take a look at its surroundings.

The triangular "shelter" formed by the wreckage of the high-rise building has a small internal space, the area is only forty or fifty square meters, and the highest point is about seven or eight meters, and there is a window-like square hole in the sloping wall on the right hand side of the turtledove, and the glass and window frame have long been missing, and wisps of sand are leaking down.

Listening to the howl of the wind outside, the sound of gravel pounding against the walls, and the roar of machine guns and beasts looming in the distance, the turtledove couldn't help but secretly say that it was a fluke.

I'm so lucky, it's all right.

The turtledove wanted to laugh, but as soon as the corners of his mouth grinned, the smile stiffened on his face, for a man appeared in front of him.

The man looked to be about thirty years old, wearing a camouflage jacket on the upper body, camouflage trousers on the lower half, a pair of olive-colored combat shoes on his feet, and an assault rifle in his hand.

The people of the mysterious convoy.

Turtledove knew that the slave hunting group of the Steeltooth would never have such a formal dress, and even the army under the Steeltooth Guy would look amateurish compared to them, so Turtledove wondered, who are these people?

It was evident that the man had been badly wounded on his left arm, and half of his body had been stained red by blood, and that he was holding a gun in his right hand in one hand, and he was staggering at the turtledove that had just risen from the ground.

The turtledove did not dare to move, because he was afraid that the other party would shoot; The man didn't shoot because he was afraid he wouldn't be able to shoot.

As the minutes passed, the situation gradually turned in Turtledove's favor, after all, the man was wounded, and the blood was still flowing loudly, and the excessive bleeding made his movements of the gun very reluctant, and his right hand was trembling violently.

Seeing the opportunity for the other party's muzzle to be slightly off, the turtledove's eyes were scarlet, and it rushed forward like a cannonball.

Ikaruga didn't choose to run away, not only because he was an offensive man by nature, but more importantly, because he had a crush on the man's assault rifle.

What is most valuable in this extralegal land is undoubtedly guns, followed by bullets, and everything else can be obtained with both.

Therefore, guns have become the most sought-after hard currency, if Turtledove gets his guns, and then takes them to the black market in the pigpen city another day, he can immediately exchange it for too much water and food.

That's why turtledoves do it.

One-step, two-step, three-step......

The distance of a few meters was nothing in the eyes of the turtledove in a state of rage, his speed was too fast, and before the man could react, a black shadow had already rushed in front of him, and the turtledove raised his hand and punched it, hitting the opponent's temple and blasting down.

"Snap", like a juicy big watermelon bursting open, the other party's head was smashed by a turtledove punch, brains, blood, skull fragments flew everywhere, before he died, due to nerve reflexes, his fingers also pulled the trigger twice, shot out several bullets, and then convulsed a few times, and then lost his breath.

This made the turtledove feel distressed for a while, - bullets are also things that can be exchanged for food!

Removing his rage, the turtledove sat on the ground with a pale face, he was extremely dizzy, and at the same time he couldn't help but feel nauseous, retching twice and then lying next to him and vomiting, the smell of blood mixed with the smell of vomit, obviously not so wonderful.

He's not fainting blood, nor is he afraid of seeing brains, these two things can be said to be the most familiar to him since he was a child, the turtledove just entered a state of rage too many times and didn't rest well, and his body was a little unbearable.

Wiping his mouth, Turtledove did not feel sorry for the compressed biscuit he spit out, - what a joke, exchange this little compressed biscuit for an assault rifle, and do as much as he could!

The turtledove was uncomfortable, but he was very happy, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud at the thought that he could exchange his gun for canned beef.

He was used to this kind of life of licking blood from the knife edge, and he had been like this for more than ten years.

Even in the mouse city, the turtledoves that were still underage had to go outside with others to "work", and no one would raise idlers, even the son of their own "man-eating rats".

In the eyes of turtledoves, big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp, and shrimp eat silt is a natural law, and it is a matter of course.

So Ikaruga doesn't feel guilty for killing someone or whatever, he's killed too many people, but that doesn't mean he's passionate about killing, he's some kind of cold-blooded murderer or butcher executioner.

For the turtledove, killing people is just a means of surviving in this lawless land, nothing more.

……

"Click."

The turtledove, who was trying to break the dead man's fingers and take the assault rifle away, was cold, and he knew it was the sound of a pistol being loaded.

After exerting too much physical strength and being too busy getting a gun, Ikaruga was so relaxed that he didn't even notice that someone else had entered the "shelter".

Raising his head little by little, Turtledove saw a middle-aged man in the same clothes as the one lying on the ground, holding a pistol in his right hand, the cold muzzle pointed at his head, his fingers were already slowly pulling the trigger.

Needless to say, he must also be a member of the mysterious convoy.

The turtledove was ready to die, he didn't expect that he was only twenty years old and was going to die, he knew that he shouldn't have left the mouse city in the first place, boring was boring, but he might be able to live a little longer.

Speaking of which, I really haven't been home to see it for a long time, and I don't know if my father still remembers his son.

Turtledove thought in a mess that this moment had passed extremely long, and he couldn't imagine that the other party would let him go, not to mention that he had killed his companion, even if he didn't know each other, he had every reason to kill him.

This is the case in a place outside the law, there is no reason not to kill you, and that can be used as a reason to kill you.

"Bang."

The gunshot finally rang out, and the turtledove subconsciously shrank his neck, he felt that his body was abnormally tired, and it seemed that all his strength had been exhausted, so he fell to the side softly, and the last scene he saw in his eyes was a middle-aged man whose head was beaten to pieces, slowly kneeling on the ground.

"Huh?"

Turtledove's eyes widened, and he touched his head in disbelief, intact, and touched it all over his body, and he didn't look like he had been shot, and after a while, he finally understood what was going on.

It was she who came.

The little girl in the warehouse came out of the storm, and without saying hello to the turtledove, she bypassed the turtledove, which was still paralyzed on the ground, and went straight to the innermost part of the "shelter", patted her buttocks and sat on the ground, and began to close her eyes and recuperate.

It was she who saved herself.

The turtledove's brows were tightly locked, and she walked up to the little girl, and asked solemnly:

"Why?"

"Give back your canned beef," the little girl's eyes still didn't open, "I don't like to owe people much." ”

The turtledove stood there for a long time without speaking, he stared at the little girl and looked at it, as if he wanted to see a flower in her, but the little girl's body did not really bloom, she just opened her eyes slowly.

Only then did the turtledove realize that her eyes were gray-blue, somewhat like the sky when the wind was shining brightly.

"I owe you a personal favor."

Turtledove values his own life very much, and he doesn't think that he is worth two cans of beef, so he says this, - turtledoves also don't like to owe others, and they don't want to take advantage of others.

"Owe me a favor?"

The little girl looked up at the turtledove.

"Yes."

Turtledove said very seriously.

"Well, they took Miss Puff away, and you and I will get her back."

Who is Miss Puff?

To be honest, saving people is not a turtledove's forte, but since the little girl opened her mouth and owed her a favor, then she had to agree.

"No problem."

The turtledove agreed.

"When the wind is a little lighter outside, let's go."

After speaking, the little girl closed her eyes again.