Under the extreme speed of Panan, the gathering place of the red ochre tribe finally appeared in everyone's sight.

The hot wind blew through the lonely rocks and dead grass, and the afterglow of dusk fell on this tribe that had been tortured by biotechnology.

Above the vast wasteland, a newly built wanderer's camp and dusty paths were revealed.

As with most tribes in the Badlands, the location of a wanderer's colony does not generally change.

After all, in the barren and ever-changing wilderness of the Badlands, too much change can easily lead to many unpredictable dilemmas.

But for the Red Ochre tribe, which was already in a desperate situation, the harm of relocation was obviously not so great in comparison.

But obviously.

Even if the location of the gathering place has been changed.

The shadow-like death still did not let them go.

The future of death and extinction is clearly in the eyes of all members of this tribe.

With the roar of the Thunder Motor, it stopped in the open space in front of the gathering place.

Immediately afterwards, the commissioner of the Red Ochre Tribe, who had been waiting for a long time, also appeared around everyone with hope in his eyes.

At the head of the group was a white-haired old man, whose wrinkles were as deep as the roots of an old tree, and the patterns on his tawny face with inexplicable paint made him look as majestic as the prophet in the story.

John Clare.

He is also the recognized leader of the Red Ochre Gathering and the commissioner of this mission.

But at the moment.

The always steady tribal leader's eyes were no longer calm, but full of worries about the future.

Although the disease of unknown cause only took the lives of a dozen tribesmen.

But the reasons for people's hearts and cohesion are definitely not determined by the number of deaths.

Under a series of fruitless processes of their own investigations.

Many of the members, fearing that they too would be the next to die, had fled to other tribes first.

No doubt.

If this situation cannot be suppressed.

John knew that the day when their tribe would be completely wiped out was not far off.

Fortunately.

The reinforcements they had been looking for for a long time finally arrived.

"Hello, I'm John Claire and the leader of this tribe, and on behalf of the Red Ochre Tribe, I would like to thank your team and Mr. David for their assistance!"

Watching Mann and the others walk out of the off-road pickup, John also led a group of tribesmen to express their gratitude.

Although Mann was a little sluggish due to Panan's wild ride, he still showed professionalism when the client appeared in front of him.

"Mr. John is gracious, this is our duty."

While politely replying, Mann quietly wiped the vomit from the corner of his mouth.

Then, under the guidance of a group of red ochre members, he officially entered the tribe.

Along the way, everyone began to learn from John about the whole process of the impact of this incident in the tribe.

The first case occurred more than a month ago.

At that time, everyone thought that it was just another ordinary cyber maniac incident.

After all, cyber psychosis is not a strange thing in this world, and even the red ochre tribe has one or two cases every few years.

In addition, the prosthetic body modified by the diseased tribesmen at that time was not very powerful.

So under the suppression of the rest of the members, the commotion was quickly quelled.

Strangely, though, for a short period of time after that member was subdued.

The pair died of excessive electromagnetic stimulation.

In layman's terms, it is the overload of the prosthetic body of the brain that causes the brain to mature.

Although this phenomenon is rare among cyber maniacs, it is clearly not taken seriously.

Until the next month, there was an average of one such cyber mad death every few days.

And all the causes of death were brain barbecues caused by excessive electromagnetic stimulation.

At this moment, everyone in the sub-tribe began to panic completely.

Even now, there are rumors among the Red Ochre tribe that the tribe is haunted by cyber ghosts and devours a life every few days.

Originally, John wondered if these members had offended someone, so he was roasted by the other party's hackers.

But after some investigation, it was discovered that the past of these dead people was a clean mess.

Not to mention provoking people who shouldn't be provoked, there are several squatting at home.

In the case of a stalled investigation.

So much so that now he is about to wonder if this is caused by some kind of infectious disease.

For this reason, he also paid a special blood capital and invited testing personnel from medical institutions to test the blood of all the people in the tribe.

But even so, I still didn't find any problems.

It's like it's really haunted.

And after listening to the supplementary descriptions of the members of the Red Ochre Tribe.

Mann and his party finally got a comprehensive understanding of the events of this mission.

"First of all, it is absolutely impossible for this to be a contagious disease, let alone some kind of haunting."

Mann made this judgment as soon as he heard John's description.

If it's a contagious disease, it won't just infect so many people.

And even he had never heard of contagion capable of producing cybermaniacs.

Cyber psychosis is, in the final analysis, a mental illness caused by long-term pressure brought about by the social environment and the sense of exclusivity after prosthetic transformation.

Discourse on contagion leading to cyberpsychosis.

It's like a cold that causes schizophrenia, and there's no possibility at all.

What's more, David said that the mastermind behind the mission was biotechnology, and that the other party was killing one or two people every now and then apparently to collect some kind of data.

So the most important thing at the moment is obviously to take a look at the victim's body and see if there are any additional clues.

"Corpses? It was just in the morning that we buried the children who died last week, and I'll take you to the scene when the storm has subsided. ”

In the tradition of the Red Ochre Tribe, there is no cremation custom that is customary in Night City, but rather the importance of entering the earth for peace.

Therefore, these inexplicably dead tribe members will also be buried in a fixed large area.

And this also makes it a lot easier for Mann and the others to check the clues.

But now that a sandstorm is about to sweep over the buried area, it's obviously not safe to rush out.

However, Panam clearly has a different view on this.

"Oh, I said, just this little storm is still waiting? The winds and waves experienced by the old lady and Thunder are much more terrifying than this storm! ”

After all, it was a matter of life and death, and Panan, as a veteran former tribesman, knew that the scale of the sandstorm was not large.

She and her modified car are clearly enough to conquer the sandstorm head-on.

Facing John's expression of incessant and stoppable, Mann also smiled and spoke.

"Don't worry, Mr. John, Miss Pana, she's a mercenary with a lot of experience in the Badlands."

"Miss? You're a special young lady! But he's right, I have experience in this. ”

As he spoke, with his hands on his chest, Panam proudly pointed to Thunder in the distance and continued.

"My Thunderbolt is so much better than you think!"

Obviously, the rest of Mann Team agrees with the idea of starting now.

After all, if biotechnology wants to obtain information, it is likely to recover the victim's body for research.

Then it is obviously a more reliable thing for them to arrive at the scene in advance for layout and arrangement.

What's more, even if biotechnology only collects the daily data of these people, then some clues can be found through the corpse test.

In this case, it is clear that the fresher the corpse, the better.

Under the persuasion of everyone, John finally nodded and agreed to the plan of several people.

"Then I'll take you there now, but the cars in our tribe probably don't have as much skill as yours."

Perhaps for Panan's Thunder, such a sandstorm can still be handled.

But for the dilapidated cars of the Red Ochre Tribe, it is obvious that this cannot be achieved.

However, Lucy handed a control tablet with a map engraved on it in front of the other party.

"Just mark it on the map."

"Yes, yes, Lucy is thoughtful."

As soon as he remembered Pannan's wild stance of not letting go after stepping on the accelerator, Mann immediately realized how the other party would behave once he was on the Thunder.

He didn't want his employer to wake up because of motion sickness before the task was completed.

After a few more mouths, he found that Mann Team insisted that he just have to command remotely in the tribe.

Realizing this, John naturally stopped insisting and waved goodbye gratefully to the people who left in a hurry.

It can only be said that it is worthy of professionalism.

When the task is over, I will definitely give Mr. David a five-star praise.

With the activation of Thunder, everyone soon rushed into the coverage area of the sandstorm.

The wild sand is like a yellow mist, enveloping everything around it.

A howling storm swept through the endless sand and dust, completely blocking everything in view.

And that's just in the outermost part of the sandstorm.

But at least fortunately.

When Mann and his party hurried to the burial place that John had mentioned.

The terrifying sand and dust had not yet completely covered the area.

Otherwise, I'm afraid that the only one who can get out of the car and move freely is the largest tonnage Mann.

Looking at the two or three small earthen pits with stone monuments standing in front of them, everyone's expressions finally became slightly energetic.

If only some evidence of biotechnology could be found on these corpses.

Then their task can be considered a successful one.

Still.

There is obviously a slight gap between reality and imagination.

When the crowd dug up several of the pits, except for the little blood that remained in the coffin, the corpse they had been thinking about was obviously gone.

Such a scene, even Mann and the others obviously did not expect.

"! Those bastards of the company are too fast, right? What can I do now, I don't have a problem with this damn weather. ”

Looking at the empty coffin, even Panan, who was most familiar with the Badlands, couldn't help frowning.

Although it shouldn't be too long since the people who took the corpses away.

But this sandstorm has smoothed out all traces of the other party's departure.

The only good news is that the other party should act as soon as he sees the burial of the red ochre tribe.

In other words, as long as they wait for the next time they are buried, they will naturally be able to catch the murderer behind the scenes.

Although in doing so, the Red Ochre Tribe has designated a few fewer people.

But that's the only thing Panang can think of at the moment.

After all, with this ghost weather, even if the dog's nose comes, there is no way to detect the direction of the corpse thief.

Just when Panam thought that the Mann team had agreed with her and walked back into the carriage.

The next moment.

The group of people carrying bottles and cans in their hands stepped out of the car again.

"Huh? What kind of plane are you guys working on? ”

Panam watched as Mann took out a few "cockroaches" with a strong plastic texture from the bottle, and then threw them into the blood in the coffin board.

Such a scene made Panan even more stunned in place.

Are city dwellers so environmentally conscious?

I have to feed the worms if I have all this rotten meat left??

As if sensing Pana's shock, Rebecca walked over to her side and explained.

"This is a small prop given to us by David, saying that it can be used to track and reconnoiter the specific location of the target within a kilometer, but we haven't used it before, so let's try it."

Listening to Rebecca's explanation, the surprise in Panan's eyes did not decrease but increased, and he said with an excited expression.

"Huh? When did that company invent such an awesome robot, this gadget is so exciting. ”

Just as the two were talking, the insect artifacts that Mann had thrown into the blood finally began to glow red.

I have to say.

David is really a talent, after considering the battery life problem once there is no supply of his own Qi.

He decisively adopted the structural method of using alcohol 2 and qi as the driving energy source.

In this way, it not only greatly improves the problem of battery life, but also makes the final self-explosion more powerful.

Don't look at these little bug-like magic weapons, exuding a strong sense of cheapness.

But once you give it a way to crawl into your pants pocket by default, you'll be able to give your enemies a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Jiang Chen, who provided inspiration for this, also gave this little magic weapon an incomparably affectionate name - Bakugan Boy!

Watch as a few bakugan kids burrow into the sand at an alarming speed and then move forward at a rapid pace.

Mann and the others also decisively put on the tracking glasses provided by David and returned to the Thunder.

These glasses not only allow them to grasp the position of the instrument in real time, but also synchronize the images and sounds they receive.

It can be said that it is very humane.

Aside from the fact that it explodes when the energy runs out, it hits Mann's excitement perfectly.

Joke!

It's cool to have the perspective of a dark bug and use it to find out information!

And now that the bakugan boys are all out together, this also means a point.

That's because of the sandstorm, and the thieves obviously didn't get too far from here.

Now, if they start tracking, they will be able to catch up with each other's progress before the sandstorm is over.

Thinking of this, Mann directly took the initiative to greet Panan, who was still a little surprised.

"Let's go! By the way, this pair of glasses will also give you, follow the direction of those little red dots and you're done! ”

Putting on his glasses, and then seeing the real-time information transmitted back from the lenses, Panan immediately let out another exclamation.

"Beep——! It's awesome! ”

The current scene is obviously also an extremely novel experience for this girl from the evil land.

It took a few more moments to familiarize myself with the field of vision transmitted back from the glasses.

The thunderbolt, which had been stagnant for a long time, once again resounded in the howling wind with a terrifying roar of engines.

Then it disappeared under the heavy curtain of dust.

Push the seedlings of this friend.,The theme of the same kind of chat group is just starting from the rusty iron chapter.,Things in that period dddd.,If you're interested, you can take a look.。

Title: Under one person, join the chat group from the Tang Gate chapter

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