Fan Baili was already sitting in a convoy at the moment. The fleet is not small, but it is all mottled old cars, and there are no big cars with new wheels and spring cars, all of which are decades old.

The goods pulled on the cart were all common war supplies, and the goods were not marked, and it seemed that they must have been the goods of some large caravan, and they were the ones who sold the goods.

Today may be the logistics business of the Demon Cult, but tomorrow it will be transformed into the righteous path. However, both sides turned a blind eye, after all, their own logistics sometimes cannot be fully guaranteed, and it is indeed inappropriate to use precious transportation capacity to transport something that does not seem to be on the battlefield.

The caravan is fearless, whether it is a convoy specializing in tobacco, alcohol and jerky, or a convoy specializing in pulling female customers to do leather and meat business, it has the value of his existence, and the so-called existence is reasonable, and it is never an empty word.

These caravans differed from the smuggling caravans in that they had a variety of customs clearance documents, but the goods of the car merchants were not necessarily available. Therefore, the whereabouts are both above board and confidential, and many forces that cannot see the light will find ways to blend into these mixed teams of dragons and snakes.

Fan Baili once again did his old job, the handlebar of the car, he has rich experience, and he can finally make a cameo appearance at this moment. The black words of the rivers and lakes of the water frightened those new styles, of course, the old masters could still see at a glance the callus shape on his hands and the hunter costume under the smock.

The destination of the convoy was a very small station, a small station that did not belong to any power, was completely autonomous, and was not even marked on the map.

The disadvantage of the old car is that it is too long, it was expected to be a three-day drive, but it took a full five days to arrive.

The crunching sound of the car stopped, Fan Baili said hello to the people around him, symbolically received the completion money, and disappeared. Unlike those who go to have fun, his purpose is naturally more subtle.

Fan Baili walked through the side streets. A cloud of dust floated under his feet, choking him with a few coughs.

The diligent sunshine poured down in a daze, like a pouring fire. Fan Baili felt like his skin was on fire, the air seemed to be burning, and the rising heat flowed, and his vision would be blurred.

Unlike the hot flashes elsewhere in the Southwest, it was an extremely dry heat. It is difficult for the average person to move in this environment. Even Fan Baili felt a little hot.

He put his hands on the pergola to block out the obstructive light, and looked far away.

The post station is located at the foot of a mountain, with the shade of the mountain and the wind passing by, which is better. The place under his feet is the place used to temporarily park or adjust the convoy, and it is run over and dusty on weekdays.

The dust on the field is thick enough to cover the surface of your feet, and the air is extremely dry, and when the wind blows, the dust flies. Looking at the color of the soil and the mountain beams, Fan Baili can still recognize that this place must have been a volcanic crater thousands of years ago.

There was no activity at the moment, but the dryness was still there. This also happens to be a good condition for the preservation of large quantities of materials, at least it will not become moldy due to dampness, and the small river in the distance is convenient for water, except for some dryness, there is no problem.

There is a small town not far away, all of which are gray and yellow adobe barriers, which can be regarded as adapting to local conditions. Look at the form, there are no rain protection measures, after all, the climate is dry, there is no such trouble. Further afield, there were hardly any plants to be seen, except for a few lonely trees, just some perennially weathered stone pillars, which looked like guards one by one, waiting to return.

The wind blew, and the entire depot was covered with dust. After the wind passed, Fan Baili helplessly spit out a mouthful of sand, and then shook his head vigorously, fluttered a few times, and fell a large piece of sand.

It's not a good place, the Spirit Shield isn't easy to use, and there's no better dust protection.

"Young man, put it on. ”

Fan Baili turned his head and saw that it was a convoy. He handed over a felt hat that was different from his jumpsuit, with scarves on both sides, similar to a woman's conical hat.

"Thank you!" Fan Baili was not polite, took it and hurriedly brought it.

Team Zheng said again: "You are a bounty hunter, the supplies and equipment you need are not far away, you can see them in the past, come with me." ”

People who come to this kind of place to earn a living have always worn many hats, and no one can tell what they do.

Fan Baili followed the captain towards the town.

The town doesn't seem to be large, but after entering, there is no cave, and it is the same as a ghost town, completely deceived by appearances.

It's surprisingly lively, with the same shops, the same shabby looks, and the same crowds.

Most of the people walking on the streets are strong men or fierce women, and they all look like fierce and evil people, full of murderous aura, and they are always exuding the feeling that no one is close.

Fan Baili is a living person, who can immediately attract enough attention and become the focus of attention. Those eyes seem to have greed, longing, desire, and some are multi-faceted. It's easy to have a kid who looks like he's in good shape and skin, whether it's a strong man with a good man's style or a muscular fierce woman, he will have some ideas, and looking at the appearance of that crowd, he can't wait to correct him on the spot now.

However, when their gaze fell on the hidden weapon bag, their eyes immediately became more restrained. The one with the one-eyed captain is obviously approved by him, so he can't do it at will.

In a small warehouse, Fan Baili saw a bunch of equipment produced in an unknown era, and the various bed crossbows alone could be displayed as a museum.

Other hand crossbows, horse swords, meteor hammers, eighteen kinds of weapons, all of which are full of vicissitudes of life, I don't know what period left the treasure.

In addition to these, there are also many weapons of the demon clan or the demon cult, and looking at the weird and gorgeous appearance, you can know that it is not a fuel-efficient thing.

There are also treasures and immortal artifacts that look bad, which suddenly raises the level of the entire warehouse. Who would have thought that a dilapidated warehouse in a small town in the middle of the border could have such a thing.

"Despite the selection, this is a favorite place for bounty hunters, and it's all good and good at a good price. ”

"But isn't it, these are all grandparents' things, and no one wants them if they are expensive. ”

"You get what you pay for, naturally there is a market for him, but ......" he suddenly approached Fan Baili and said mysteriously: "As for other things, naturally they won't be placed here, and if they need to be customized, they have to go to another place." There are still a lot of masters in the town, and if they are willing to pay the price, they will naturally have good things. ”