After quickly finishing the food on his plate, Juan followed Morgan, who had drunk all the wine in his glass, to the outside of the building.

Juan saw an old, but cleanly cleaned, SUV, and another RV, which was also old and clean, parked on the floor.

He noticed that they were all on wheels.

Juan suddenly felt distressed by the price of 2,000 league coins a day, and he shouted: "No! What age, still use a car with wheels!

"Don't tell me they're classic cars powered by fossil fuels?!"

"Of course not, they're all powered by crystal energy, and they're exactly the same as floating cars, and they can also fly in the air, but I've added extra rubber tires to give them an extra way to travel."

"To save energy and save money?"

"In order to break down and lose power, at least you can be dragged along."

Frodo, the halfling behind him, suddenly rushed up and interjected:

"There will be no fault, I have double-checked, the oil filter has been changed, the air conditioning filter has also been replaced, and the tires have also been changed."

He ran up and pointed to the number on the side of the tire and said, "Look, the league 404 year 20 weeks, the latest." ”

At the same time, the dwarf Thorin climbed into the buggy without a sound.

He clicked on the bolt of his Gatling gun mounted on the off-road vehicle, as if to say, "The guns are all well maintained." ”

……

Under the dazzling sunlight, two small dark green dots moved rapidly on the vast green savanna.

The seemingly flat grassland has an undulating terrain like waves.

Weeds, taller than adult humans, parted to the sides like hair dried by hair dryers under the air waves of floating cars.

But after the float passed, they stubbornly returned to their original state.

In the off-road vehicle at the head, Morgan holds the steering wheel in his right hand and a pipe in his left hand, which he puts in his mouth from time to time to take a puff.

Juan, who was sitting in the co-pilot, watched the Soyuz spacecraft standing quietly on the tarmac like a sculpture in the rearview mirror, gradually getting smaller.

Then he turned his gaze to the countless creatures of the grassland.

Perhaps because of the relatively close living environment, the creatures on the grassland look somewhat similar to the animals on the earth.

Juan could barely make out that they were mostly herbivores, he didn't see any of them carnivores, maybe it was too close to the airport and the beasts had been cleaned up.

Juan didn't call on his brain chip to connect to the network to search for detailed information about the creatures, and his brain was in a state of near-complete emptiness in constant driving and almost constant scenery.

"Have you ever fired?" Morgan's questioning interrupted Juan's fugue.

"No, but I have a lot of theoretical knowledge."

With a brain chip and a network, Juan can answer any similar question with such confidence.

"Hehe," the corners of Morgan's mouth turned up slightly, "how about eating a demon antelope for lunch?" Their meat is tender and fragrant when grilled. ”

"Sounds good."

"You fight."

"No problem." Juan replied confidently, as he quickly searched the Internet for hunting guides using his brain chip.

Behind a slightly raised hill, Morgan pulled over the buggy.

The motorhome driven by Frodo, the halfling, also stopped.

Opening the storage compartment on the back of the RV, Juan seemed to see a small arsenal.

Rifles and machine guns are neatly arranged like billiard cues, bullets are stacked on top of each other, and several models of pistols are placed in the compartment next to them.

Juan even saw several crates of SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missiles and FGM-148 Javelin anti-tank missiles.

"Wow, you have this too?!"

Juan picked up an FGM-148 Javelin anti-tank missile, slung it over his shoulder, and pretended to aim it everywhere.

Thorin the dwarf had fear in his eyes, while Frodo, the halfling, had a curious look.

Morgan, the hunter, nonchalantly sipping his pipe, stepped forward to help Juan open the weapon's insurance.

Juan, who had just finished reading the manual from a search on the Internet, was a little panicked at this moment.

"I'm just making a gesture."

"Don't worry, the cost of ammunition is included in the daily gratuity, so you don't have to spend anything else."

"That's not what I'm worried about, I mean, aren't you afraid I'll blow up your car?"

"That's not included in the daily gratuity, you have to add money."

Juan looked at Morgan with a serious look, as if he wasn't joking.

But just as he was about to turn off the insurance, Morgan stopped him.

"I think it's better for you to try, maybe you'll be able to use it later.

"See that carapace two kilometres away? Give it a shot. ”

"Are you serious? This thing used to be used to fight tanks, are you sure you want to use it to fight wildebeest? ”

"You have a point, but I can't find a tank for you here."

"Then I'll fight, you want me to fight, don't wait for me to finish fighting and say add money."

Juan said, fiddling with the instructions he had found on the Internet, as well as videos of some antique weapon enthusiasts.

He found it simpler than he had imagined.

Two kilometers away, the wildebeest, with its head bowed and grazing, had no idea that disaster was coming, and it stood motionless, allowing Juan to easily lock onto it.

After pulling the trigger, the missile flew out, not fast at first, but in an instant it turned into a white smoke that stretched endlessly.

Before approaching the wildebeest, the missile swooped upwards, then fell vertically, striking heavily on the thick armor of the wildebeest.

An orange-red flame exploded in an instant, gunpowder smoke rose up, and the sound of "rumbling" came back.

The creatures of the steppe raised their heads in horror and looked around, most of them running in scattered directions with agile steps.

But after a while, perhaps realizing that the danger had nothing to do with them, they calmed down and calmly graze.

"Yes, aim well, you have the potential to be a hunter."

Morgan's compliment made Juan blush a little.

Through the manual, he learned that the FGM-148 "Javelin" anti-tank missile is notoriously "shoot it out and leave it alone."

So he didn't think there was anything to boast about killing a camelebeest with such a missile.

However, the feeling of hitting the first operation made him a little interested in the backward and originally inconspicuous gunpowder weapons.

Morgan then handed him a Winchester M1894 hunting rifle.

This lever rifle with a red walnut butt is quite good-looking.

Juan quickly uploaded the gun he saw to the Internet and searched for instructions.

He learned that this gun was born in 1894 A.D. and was popular for a time as a classic shotgun.

However, from the FGM-148 "Javelin" anti-tank missile to the lever shotgun, although they are all antiques, the gap is inevitably a bit large.