What is frightening is the unknown in the "dark night".

A flame can bring people a sense of comfort and security.

The firewood crackled in the fire, and the firelight reflected Gao Jun's stiff face, and his stomach made a protest sound.

Eyes wander.

He was staring at the virtual display.

He found that in addition to the three categories, there was another [mall], and he went in to take a look...

"12 bullet - 2 energy."

"Winchester M1897 Shotgun — 30 Energy."

"Austro-Hungarian sapper spade — 9 energy."

"Matches — 1 energy."

You can buy the items you draw yourself in the form of goods!!

This shows that if the energy crystals allow and are abundant, they can quickly form a "troll army" and be almost invincible in street battles.

Provided, of course...

There is energy.

Looking at the "0" displayed above, Gao Jun's eyelids twitched, and he had a long way to go.

He turned off the virtual screen and was about to talk to Joseph Allen when a strong sense of crisis suddenly enveloped his whole body.

It's that scalp tingling!

The feeling of struggle with cold sweat oozing from behind.

He didn't know where that crisis came from, but there was a word in his head: "Get out of the way!" ”

His body staggered back in embarrassment, and he shrank his head down, which was the action that allowed him to avoid the danger of falling from the sky.

Hiss!

Sparks fly.

The burning fire was a mess.

"Ou Ou Ou..."

The short screams were like ghosts.

Gao Jun propped up his left hand on the ground, his eyes widened, and after seeing the incoming object clearly, his scalp was numb.

"! What is it? Joseph Allen also reacted, holding a Winchester M1897 shotgun and staring at the big bird on the opposite branch in horror.

The bird seemed to be very unhappy that it had not hunted its prey, and opened its wings and chirped, the wings were nearly 2 meters wide horizontally, and the green pupils looked at the two people below coldly.

"Flying Xenomorphs!"

This thing looks like an owl.

"This bastard treats us as food, if you don't kill him, let's not think about it at night, he has a grudge."

Gao Jun's face is solemn, and the heterogeneous species are also graded, the most direct thing is that it can be seen from the body type, the mouse heterogeneous species is only 70cm at most, except for disgusting, there is basically no combat effectiveness, but this kind of bird, that claw, grab it, basically say goodbye to the "traditional craft".

"Shovel the sappers to me."

Alan stared at the xenomorph, kicked his foot, and the sapper shoveled over, which made a sound that attracted the other party's attention.

"Wait for me to provoke it, and when it rushes down, I'll blow its dog head!"

After staying in the last days for two years, the first rule that Gao Jun learned was: don't run in the face of danger, not every prey has a full time.

In the eyes of xenos, you are the prey, but you are also a "rival" with no small height.

Gao Jun bent down to pick up the sapper shovel, his right leg retreated, making a bow, and the two shovels struck each other, and a low roar came out of his mouth, as if to intimidate the other.

The xenomorph tilted its head and looked at it, even if it grew in size, it didn't have much intelligence, but it was born to feel that it was presumptuous and provoked by creatures that were "weaker" than itself!

"Oh..."

A brute is a brute, and it cannot read the art of war.

The bent legs suddenly exerted force, like a cannonball out of the chamber, and rushed towards Gao Jun, and the sharp claws wanted to tear apart the enemy in front of him.

Gao Jun's eyes were burning, looking at the beasts flying over, picking up the sapper shovel and smashing it over, the big bird wanted to flap its wings in surprise to dodge, however, the bird couldn't suddenly turn in mid-air.

In particular, the huge body has a more powerful impact.

The sapper shovel smashed into its chest accurately.

There was a dull sound.

But in fact, it didn't cause effective lethality to the big bird at all, but in fact, Allen, who raised the "troll" next to him, was the real output.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, accompanied by a terrible scream.

The Winchester M1897 is nicknamed "Trench Sweeper"!

A single bullet can shoot 9 steel bullets.

Within close range, almost swept.

Iron Man has to be beaten into a sieve.

It has been active for decades since the First World War, and has produced 1.1 million pieces, which makes sense.

One!

And the great bird fell heavily to the ground.

Bloody.

The bird's eyes showed human horror, and it must not have understood why this thing was so powerful.

Alan hit the head, unloaded and wanted to continue to make up a shot, but was blocked by Gao Jun, "Save the bullet, man." ”

He walked over with a sapper shovel.

He looked at it condescendingly like a victor, then raised his shovel and slammed it down!

In Alan's surprised gaze, he was very familiar with disembowelment.

Gao Jun wants to see if there is any meat in it, and it is best to find the energy crystal.

"Man, can you chop off its wings? I think it's definitely delicious. ”

"Yes, yes sir."

Alan answered, and chopped off the wings with a sapper shovel, such a big bird was enough to eat several meals.

Finally, Gao Jun found the meat near the heart, which was another meat ball, a little weight, about seven or eight catties, cut it hard, and the sapper shovel was still a little blunt, and it needed to use brute force.

Wait until the meat is cut out.

Gao Jun's eyes lit up, and he saw a familiar flash point inside.

The software lion in front of him jumped out, stared inside, raised his head and said: [Crystal energy matter has been discovered, and it is being absorbed...]

The energy values on the screen start to rise.

“11！”

"How much energy does this xenomorph provide?" Gao Jun was surprised.

[Biological DNA entered...]

[Name: Radiant Owl, Owl Family].

[Length: 2.6 meters, can grow up to 4 meters, has a strong desire to attack, feeds on carrion.] ]

It's a random name.

However, does the scientific name matter to creatures in the wasteland?

Most of the survivors were too busy looking for food to study.

In the past two years, Gao Jun has seen too many xenomorph creatures, and he has even seen a caravan training monkeys about 30 centimeters, which only the ruling class can afford, and I heard that many rich people in Yuma Prefecture like it.

Gao Jun is the kind of person who wants to spend money when he has money, and when he sees 11 points of energy, he wants to buy something.

When I opened the mall, I looked at a few products.

In the end, it cost 10 energy to buy 5 rounds of 12-gauge ammunition.

Feed the "Troll Brothers" first, so they can be safer.

"Sir, we have to go, the smell of blood here has attracted the other big guys." Alan said with a solemn face.

His judgment was quickly verified.

A wolf howl rang out from afar.

Gao Jun nodded and looked at the owl's corpse, "This wing is enough for us to eat for a long time, so let's leave the rest for the guests who come." As he spoke, he tucked the sapper shovel into his clothes, picked up a burning, red-hot stick, and plunged into the darkness.

Soon after the two of them left, a huge body came out, with dark skin, at least two meters tall, holding a hyena in his hand, with red eyes, looking at the owl carcass not far away, flowing out of the hara, as if trying to rush up and bite.

The man's eyes looked through the darkness, as if he was watching Gao Jun and the others leave.

He turned his head slightly, looked at the wound of the owl's corpse, his eyes flashed, and as soon as his hand was released, the hyena rushed forward and gnawed on it.

……

The sky gradually brightens.

The wasteland during the day is more dangerous, and in addition to xenomorphs, there are also marauders.

Gao Jun and the two found a cave, only about 7 square meters, enough to rest.

Alan peeled the wings, then chopped them into several pieces and roasted them on a sapper shovel.

Smoke rises.

No salt, no chili, let alone spices.

But even so, this is one of the few times Gao Jun has eaten meat in the past two years, and he usually eats a wild plant called "Miao Mai".

Looking at the tips of the wings that were bubbling out of the oil, he swallowed his saliva uncontrollably, life is just to eat, drink and Lazar.

Eat put in front.

"Alright, it's ready to eat."

Even if he couldn't wait, Gao Jun tried his best to make himself look very indifferent, reaching out to take it, pouring back and forth on his left and right hands, and when he bit on it, the sense of happiness came enthusiastically.

There aren't many opportunities to eat game in the wasteland.

Sometimes, if you are not careful, you will become a large xenomorph game.

In the wasteland, the main means of preservation will quickly deteriorate.

As for pickling?

Salt is more expensive than life.

Not very realistic.

As for appliances like refrigerators? I heard that there are nobles in Yuma Prefecture, but he has never seen it, and the mayor's family does not have it, and now they still use kerosene lamps, which is said.

Of course, the survivors will also have a way.

Gao Jun has been to Changshu Farm, a stronghold about 10 kilometers to the north, which produces a plant similar to Sichuan pepper, which is high in alkaloids, volatile oils, flavonoids and other substances, all of which have antibacterial effects.

But the production is very small.

Basically, it is specially supplied to Yuma Prefecture.

How can there be such a luxury as an ingredient?

I even heard that one gram of that plant could be exchanged for several slaves.

Of course, the market price on the wasteland is confusing and can only be used as a reference.

Anyway, ordinary people can't afford it.

After Gao Jun and the two of them had eaten and drunk enough, they thought about getting down to business.

"Sir, where are we going now?" Alan asked.

"I'm going to set up a gathering place, do you have any good ideas?"

"A gathering place? Then we have to find a suitable place, we need a water source, and we need people, and the two of us can't do it. ”

"Actually, there's another way."

Gao Jun came to the spirit, "What? ”

"We can kill the stronghold and kill the mayor, and the survivors won't care who leads it."

"Mayor Mare, that vampire has a security team! Is it just our guns? ”

This idea is not at all plausible.

Gao Jun didn't want to die.

"I know who to turn to!" Suddenly, Gao Jun just shouted, but as soon as the voice came out, he heard a "bang".

Gunshot!

Where, where are the guns fired?

……