"Don't hit him!" Huo Wu couldn't help but be the first to take two steps and wanted to pull Basten away, but Basten listened to her words, and stopped his hand, but he remembered, what if this beggar-like guy also had the surname Galint? Don't look at him now he is a beggar, but if his real surname is Galint, then with the broad arms of these high rollers, then this beggar will become a rich man in a minute, and it will not be beautiful at that time. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Le Chen watched coldly, he didn't feel anything in his heart, at this moment, he saw that Huo Wu was uneven, and sighed softly in his heart, he couldn't say that he had lost his sympathy, but he looked at the world was different, and the people who had nothing to do with him, some physical injuries seemed insignificant in his own eyes, not to mention people he didn't know, he didn't care about his life and death at all, and there was a lot of blood on the hands of barbarians, not to mention human life, that is, they used all kinds of cruel means to hunt all kinds of animals, in their own opinion, they were no different from low-level creatures, they were all for survival, they were beaten by the same kind of people, compared with the killing of low-level creatures, there seems to be no difference between high and low。

The rest of the hunters, seeing Basten's ferocity, let go of the howling sand pig, which was already covered in blood and miserable, as if it had been skinned, and immediately staggered into the dunes.

"You, are you the sheriff from Wadi Badu?" said a slightly old hunter to Basten, took off his felt hat made of dry straw, and bowed slightly, his little eyes rolling, and he looked extremely cunning.

"What's your name, do you know Peda Gatling?" said Basten, still with a swaggering look, "You old man know what a sheriff is?" Most of the village tribes living outside Wadi Badu today have become out-of-town people, who follow their own tribal rules and are self-sufficient, and their only contact with the outside world is the occasional trade merchant who visits their tribe and the tribal population registration officer, who may only come once in decades, but the officials who come to verify the tribal population are received by the patriarch and have little interaction with the rest of the tribesmen.

As for Wadi Badu, for these new generation of tribesmen, it is just a symbol of some kind of symbolic meaning, it is a distant legend, and it is the most desirable prosperous paradise in the mouths of the older generation of tribesmen, but it is almost impossible to go to Wadi Badu, these tribes are all in the land of water in the oasis, and the nearest tribe is also thousands of miles away from Wadi Badu, separated by the boundless desert of death, and the various tribes are extremely hostile to each other, once the population of other tribes gets lost and comes to their own tribal area, then waiting for those poor lambs must be butcher's knives, and if you want to go to Wadi Badu from a certain tribe, you will bring plenty of food and water, that is, you can avoid the raging sandstorms, that is, you can have a direction that can not fail in the desert of death, that is, you will not be discovered by the poisonous insects and sand beasts gathered in the desert, that is, you can avoid the hunters of other tribes, but you will definitely not be able to avoid the floating sand traps in the desert near Wadi Badu, and the ecosystem of Wadi Badu has been overwhelmed, and every year there will be unlucky guys who are exiled, that is, the lucky one of the adventurous tribes finally entered Wadi Badu, so what awaits him is just to be exiled again, and he is driven into the Desert of Death again, only given a day's rations and water, and the final outcome must be to die in the yellow sand。

Mo said that it is not allowed to enter Wadi Badu without permission, that is, those licensed traders who have the support of big people to go to the tribe to trade, and it is strictly forbidden to bring the villagers of these tribes back to Wadi Badu, of course, in fact, there are only a few tribal trade merchants in the entire Wadi Badu, and they may not be able to trade once in a few years, because the life of the people of Wadi Badu is becoming more and more barren now, and the tribes in the desert are also living more and more difficult because of the gradual drying up of the oasis, and there is really nothing to trade between the two sides, and the meager profits earned are not enough to consume the drive。

So now that the tribe is becoming more and more isolated, where will the new generation of young people of the tribe know information like "sheriff from Wadi Badu"?

Basten stared at the old hunter with a head full of withered grass, nodded and said, "I asked you a question, and you answered, understand? Tell me, do you know Pedar Gatling?"

"Gentlemen, I am, I'm Pedar Gatling. The old hunter patted his chest, then bent down again, and asked cautiously, "Do you have anything to do with the old men coming to me?"

Fire Dance exclaimed, hurriedly walked over, and asked, "Old man, your father is Manuel Gatling?So, who else is in your family?"

The old hunter rubbed his hands restrainedly: "Miss, you, don't be so polite, just call me Peida." ”

Huo Heng frowned, looked at the old hunter, and snorted coldly.

"Are you Peda Gatling?" Basten frowned, but he knew how cunning these tribal savages were, and once they felt that things were good, they would be like honeyed aphids, and they would die to taste some sweetness, because they lived in poverty and had no worries, and when they encountered something beneficial, they often gambled desperately.

Basten slapped the police badge, and then shook his head, this old hunter has no chip in his body, and there is no chip information, although the census officer has to go to the tribes every few decades to count the population, and also has instruments to plant chips for the new generation, but this rule has never been implemented well, and now even the instruments will not be brought.

"Tell me, what's his name?" Basten kicked the young hunter who had just barely gotten up from the sand, the young hunter shrank back in fear, the painful experience just now, he had never experienced it, the feeling that there seemed to be countless insects in his body, made him face Basten's wild nature, and he was thrilled to hear Basten's words, and then nodded again and again, "He, he is Uncle Peda of the Gatling family." ”

Basten had a fierce glint in his eyes: "Then, if your patriarch says that he is not Peda, you will suffer again, and your patriarch will never lie to me, the sheriff, right?"