The gathering team is composed of some strong men and a group of hunters, and the resources used for laboratory research will be collected from the continent in addition to seabed mining, especially after the main base is moved from the ocean island to the center of the continent in the eastern fifteen districts, the demand for land resources is increasing.

After the hard-to-clean mutants and the products of failed experiments were secretly thrown into the desert, I thought that I would be able to sit back and relax by isolating the desert from the ruling city.

Unexpectedly, the seabed resources of the near continent have fallen into a state of scarcity to meet the needs of the laboratory, so they have turned their attention to the unexplored central desert area.

The world buried in layers of yellow sand is a treasure left by nature for hundreds of billions of years.

The seemingly inexhaustible resources of all kinds have become the goal of the laboratory today.

However, the mutants and defeated creatures that had been banished before had become the driving force behind the spread of the desert to all sides, and wherever they went, it seemed as if the living desert would follow them and swallow the scattered oases around them.

Until the entire desert is completely turned into a lifeless dead tree, and at a glance, the boundless desert is left with eternal despair.

However, PUBG still has a tenacious human territory that survives in the desert, and the large and small fortresses distributed in the desert have become the only refuge for people in the yellow sand.

It's just that people who are in the shelters established by some tyrannical lords, in front of the gang of people who hold arms, have lost their power as "people", and have become "slaves" who have been forced to return to the past when they have clearly escaped from the primitive era, or - "two-legged sheep", and have been subjected to inhuman abuse.

There are also some territories in the desert where the owners have a human conscience and will not do anything to the fellow humans who have fled in, and these lords also have only one requirement, if they want to get food, they must risk their lives with them, collect resources, and then use these resources to exchange for survival supplies with the gathering team that came out of O City.

The people in the desert shelter were not allowed to enter City O, because the leaders of the five central districts did not agree to join the Eastern Order, and when the district chiefs finally wanted to be protected by the occult forces after the mutants gathered in the desert, the group of guys had already taken that contemptuous gesture and returned their district chief's application.

The same is true in the West.

After becoming the sole leader of the 13th District, the respected mayor of the 14th Western District, seemed to be a different person, and all his principles and adherences, as well as his policies towards the refugees, were like empty words, all of which were reduced to ashes and scattered in the wind.

As a result, the neutral regions that did not join the east or the west completely became the bones buried in the yellow sand, and they were the first to be eliminated in the half-year continental change.

The surviving neutral zone humans have a strong hatred for both the Eastern and Western Communities.

However, in order to survive, they have to trade resources and even inhuman resources with both sides in a low-profile manner.

They are like the twilight of the times, and they will never see the light of tomorrow again.

Therefore, there may be hope in the eye.

- In addition to the east and west, is there a third party in this continent that can give them a little protection?

- Will there be someone who will save them from the twilight and pull them to the most beautiful dawn of the next day?

*

The chestnut-haired boy stood at the top of the walls of the mechanical tin city, overlooking the vast desert beneath the city.

The yellow sand was blown up by the wind, and in despair laughed haughtily at everything.

The dense crowd of mutants roaming the desert beneath the Iron City, they are like walking corpses with only an instinct to eat, and they have no mind.

The young man quietly looked at the yellow sand in the sky, covering the sky and the sun.

In front of him is a barren landscape, but behind him, there is a beautiful scenery like spring all year round.

The vast grassland, the beautiful blue sky, and the white clouds and the fragrance of birds and flowers.

The houses look simple and large, but there is something else to the interior.

Mechs have become very important companions here, they are powerful and diverse.

Combat Mecha, Defensive Mecha, Patrol Garrison Mecha, Resource Mining Mecha, and Life Support Mecha......

In short, in the descriptions of the uncles and aunts, Ling Qi felt that his head was bigger, and he finally came up with a mecha assistant that matched the uncles and aunts' wishes.

The tin walls seem to separate the two worlds.

The young man walked up to the city wall and stood beside the chestnut-haired boy.

Shi Liu handed him a bottle of homemade Coke in his hand, and Ling Qi took it and thanked him.

The young man looked at the endless desert in front of him, and then looked back at the scenery inside the city walls.

One is purgatory on earth.

The other, however, is a paradise.

"Ready?" Ling Qi asked.

Shi Liu nodded, "I'm waiting under the city gate." ”

"Okay." Ling Qi opened the artificial intelligence he was carrying, and the green light electronic screen appeared beside him, with a map rotating on it, and a place was marked with a red dot, "The first detection mecha transmitted back the resource signal, which is a little far away from the mechanical city, but the number of resources there has reached level A." ”

Hierarchical classification of the number of resources.

S-class, A-class, B-level and C-class.

An A-level resource, this is enough for the mechanical city to operate for another half a year.

Shi Liu said: "Be careful when you go out, there are more and more super evolutions in the desert." ”

Ling Qi responded: "I know. ”

After he finished speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the automatic elevator at the bottom of his feet carried him and Shi Liu beside him back to the iron city wall.

There is already an armored team of nearly 50 people, using very advanced guns and weapons, riding in a series of mechs with extraordinary precision and momentum.

"Everyone," Ling Qi said, "The place I went to this time is far from here, no matter what the final result is, how many resources can I bring back, please remember one thing-"

The young man said solemnly, word by word: "Saving life is the priority." ”

After the words fell, the boy entered the mecha at the front, a two-in-one mecha with manual and fully automatic systems, carrying the dual functions of combat and resource collection.

Inside the mecha are rows of hand-held weapons, two of which are miniature guns suspended in the air, spinning like anxious puppies that can't find their owners.

Ling Qi glanced at them, slowly withdrew his gaze, and said softly, "One day, your master will come back." ”

Activating the mecha with both hands, these fifty magnificent armored knights opened their flying wings made of flooded dark iron with a "poof" in the next second!

It's like a phoenix spreading its wings, spraying super blue laser power, and soaring into the blue sky! Break out of the walls! Traveled to the resource destination shown on the map - the Dusk Desert, the second largest canyon, Kakliuya.

*

O City.

The early morning sunlight does not have any temperature.

When the gates are opened, hunters need to make sure that there are no mutants roaming around.

Jingshu yawned and stood in the doorway, with two handfuls of UMP45 pinned to her legs, her trench coat and hair blown by the breeze, and when she stood on top of the high city gate, she could see a very vast scenery when she looked down.

But a piece of yellow sand, this scenery is not pretty.

She pulled out the two guns, weighed them in her hand, and the young man in blue stood beside her and asked, "No. 11, do you still feel that it is not easy to hold it?" ”

Jingshu snorted, disgusted: "Junk Weapons Department, what kind of garbage are you doing?!" ”

"When you go back, let them renovate and renovate?" The second generation proposed.

Jing Shu shook his head, sighed lazily, and stretched: "No need, no matter how you change it, garbage is still garbage." ”

"The father who killed Hamlet and married his mother's uncle, no matter how delusional he tries to take the throne, he will eventually lose at his hands."

"After all—" Jing Shu squinted his eyes and smiled casually at the young man: "Fake and shoddy things are always on the table, disgusting things." ”