"Smack!"

In the confined space where there was only one person, there was no doubt that any trace of sound was quite obvious, and suddenly hearing an inexplicable sound, Wu He, who was originally planning to take a break, suddenly became vigilant.

However, Wu He's vigilance did not stop the strange sound, and even intensified, and the continuous "crackling" and "rustling" sounds suddenly sounded in this place.

"It's people?! Or Eater of Extremes?! ”

In the past half month, although Wu He has never left the underground laboratory to go out to look for supplies because of his strength, the situation in the outside world, Wu He was naturally surveyed when he lost the rice field.

Although it is true that there are no such things as Extreme Eaters and Spine Gu on Earth before hibernation, in the world that has been hibernate for sixty years, these are as real as one-pieces!!

This is indeed the world of the Spirit Cage......

At the same time, Wu He was also sure that in the state of thoughtless and thoughtless demons and desirelessness, the Pole Devourer and the Spine Gu really couldn't find him, just like a cold-blooded animal invisible under the infrared, even if Wu He swayed back and forth to them, as long as Wu He didn't get in their way, they didn't bother to pay attention.

Of course, what Wu He saw was just an obvious six-legged beast with a high back, a head like a turtle that could be stretched by Yu Yang, and a dozen or so symmetrical tentacles on its neck.

Wu He estimated that it should be the model worker who must basically have the appearance of the Pole Eater in the spirit cage, the snake dog that is beaten every day, which is the so-called pan-biological Pole Eater I.

But weren't the guys wandering around the pile of flesh outside the shelter? Why did you still enter the shelter above......

With the alarm bell in his heart, Wu He cautiously walked to the door of the laboratory, opened a crack in the door, and observed the outside world through the mirror reflection device arranged before.

But after looking at it for a while, he was shocked to find that what was reflected in the meeting outside was not the ugly figure on the set, and the black combat uniform.

And without the soundproofing of the gate, except for some sounds extending from the solid, Wu He could faintly hear a faint sound.

The sound was intermittent and indestructible, probably the result of the echoes caused by distance and the winding corridors, and in a vague way Wu He could still hear the words of human language in it.

"Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up ......"

"Be careful, make too much noise, I ......"

……

Although the sounds are staccato and visibly muffled. But Wu He was still very surprised.

What are you really thinking about, Wu He was still thinking about the lack of supplies, isn't this coming?

……

The view came to the other side......

"You all pay attention to me, these are the materials of the lighthouse, if it is damaged because of your hairy hands and feet, all the losses will be counted in your dedication points."

Looking at a dustman who accidentally bumped into a metal door frame that had been in disrepair for a long time during the transportation of materials, making a lot of noise, with an inch head and a gray face exuding a faint sour smell, a man wearing a bulletproof helmet, wearing a tactical combat uniform, and tight-fitting skin care directly covered his body at 360 degrees, and even his eyes were covered by a black goggles, he turned his head with a gun in his hand, and unceremoniously raised his gun at this dustman with a scolding scold.

In this regard, the dusty man was a little angry, especially when he saw that this so-called Shangmin suppressed his voice and did not let the sound go too far, but he looked fierce, opened his mouth and wanted to say a few bad words, but after he really opened his mouth, all of them changed their taste, and he was silent, and whispered:

"Yes, yes, understand!"

The Dust Folk are one of the classes that operates the system run by the Lighthouse, one of the last remaining human shelters in the Cage World. The status is equivalent to that of a slave in a slave society, but it is even inferior in terms of rights, not only does it not have the right to control its own life, but even the right to reproduce is completely deprived.

For slave owners, education taught them that slaves gave birth to new slaves or slaves of slave owners, and that was to increase the assets of slave owners. For the people, they are surrounded by education and tell them that the dust people who help them do dirty work are dung machines, and the more they die, the better, and they can also save the materials of the lighthouse.

Therefore, for slaves, backmouth may be beaten, but for dusters, backmouth may be directly dead......

Therefore, although I am reluctant in my heart, if I don't want to die, it is better to be obedient......

And the situation here is naturally obviously different from the rear, compared to the previous "overseer" of the people, the status is higher, like the president visiting the factory The sturdy man with a gun shook his head helplessly.

The man's name is Mark, and he is the commander-in-chief of the Lighthouse Hunters.

For this post-apocalyptic world occupied by the Mana ecology and with almost no ordinary human survival soil, the Hunter is equivalent to a combination of the army and the production brigade, and is the cornerstone of the survival of the lighthouse.

They are the source of food, energy, medicine, and various supplies in the lighthouse, and they are also the strongest force in the lighthouse.

If Mark the Commander of the Hunter wanted to, he could directly seize the power of the entire lighthouse with a wave of his arm, and he would be covered in a yellow robe.

But in the last days, there are only so many more than 10,000 human beings left, and survival is a problem, and it has to be a brainless person to think about what kind of internal friction of resources in order to fight for power and profit, and even consumables are still the only remaining survival forces of human beings, do you say Charles......

The fact that the people look down on the dust is basically a regional characteristic of the people, and Mark is used to this kind of thing.

Although Mark also felt that this system was not good, but because it was a system formulated by the old city lord who was highly respected by the lighthouse and led the lighthouse through many difficulties, as one of the beneficiaries of the system, he could not say anything but to lead by example to reduce the discrimination of the hunters against the dust people.

However, the contagion of three or five people is obviously not greater than the collective discrimination of thousands of people in the lighthouse, so Mark's behavior cannot be said to be ineffective, but can only be said to have little effect.

Even the hunters have already counted, they often have to go to the ground, walk on the tip of the knife, and some have even been saved by the dust people, except for a few diehards, who are basically more enlightened.

The group of people on the lighthouse who don't eat the fireworks of the world are the most discriminatory against the dusters......

Shaking his head, if it was just a verbal reprimand, Mark would not stop it, he looked up at the layout of the shelter, and then stretched out his hand and took out a walkie-talkie, put it to his mouth and said:

"In addition to the energy, medicine and materials in the warehouse, see what else can be taken away, and pay attention to staying away from the meat and soil."

There isn't much meat and soil in the shelter, but it's not impossible. The flesh soil will give birth to the Spine Gu, which is a monster that has mutated from the spine of the original human.

Formed spine Gu may not always burrow out of the flesh, and may also hide inside. Although a lot of the flesh soil was in a broken state, the Ridge Gu might have crawled out

The body of the spine Gu is very hard, and its actions are also very flexible, even if there are only one or two, it is possible to secrete scarlet pigment to make people fall into hallucinations and madness......

In this regard, Mark naturally received feedback from his own teammates, and the whole team sped up a lot.

Seeing this, Mark nodded with satisfaction, and lowered his head slightly to see his adjutant and childhood friend and assistant, the silver short-haired girl Ran Bing seemed to have found something to write and frowned slightly, looked at a place, shrugged her nose slightly, she also frowned and raised her head, and her body was slightly shorter and said in a low voice:

"Did you find something?! Is it the Eater? Or is it a spine Gu? ”

In this regard, Ran Bing shook his head with a serious face, his tone was uncertain, but he said with a very certain face:

"It stinks, it looks like someone has farted......"

Mark: "......"

Several hunters who heard Mark and Ran Bing's movements were vigilant: "......"