Lin Ying walked on the wilderness with a knife on his back, the wind and sand rose slightly, and sometimes he inevitably squinted, and he really hoped that the mirage-like scene in front of him was real. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Modern skyscrapers are clustered one after another, and the streets are no longer four-wheeled cars, but small flying cars analogous to magnetic switos. There are often large-scale projections of scenery in the sky, which are very gorgeous. This civilization is obviously far superior to Lin Ying's previous life, not to mention the technology of the last days, which is about to degenerate into a primitive era.

Lin Ying's days in the wilderness were still short, and he didn't know if it was normal for a martial artist like him to see the illusion when he was full of physical strength, not dehydrated and not hungry. Moreover, the cause of the mirage is a virtual image formed by the reflection or refraction of light, that is to say, there is indeed a real image in reality, and it is possible that such a glorious city really exists in the last days? He couldn't believe what the biosphere was like, he had already heard it in the smoke and repeatedly, and it was impossible for such a prosperous and high-end city to have such a prosperous and high-end urban atmosphere. As for the pre-apocalyptic civilization, the fourth generation of them were completely unaware, and if they wanted to understand it, they had to go to one of the few libraries in the biosphere to consult it.

Rubbing his eyes, when he looked up again, the unbelievable mirage was gone.

Lin Ying turned around and looked, but could only see two vague car shadows, afraid of scaring off other teams, and the car behind him was driven five kilometers away by him.

"Maybe it's a memory video. "The desert is always a magical place, and in the process of weathering, some special structure may record the scene before the end of the world, and I don't know what triggered it, and then it was released.

"I didn't expect that the civilization of this planet had ever developed to such a state. After thinking that his judgment was correct, Lin Ying's heart was only left with a sigh.

Lin Ying has always thought that he has traveled to the earth a hundred or even a thousand years later, because whether it is geographical distribution, population distribution, culture, or even the name of a wide range of place names, it is the same as on the earth. But from this mirage, we can get a glimpse of it, whether it is a flying car or other images, they are all printed with the sign of the word "internal strength", which is obviously not a trademark, but more like a detection standard pattern such as ISO9001. No matter how much civilization progresses, there will always be inheritance, and those patterns give Lin Ying a strong sense of disobedience. But whether it is or not, he doesn't care much, maybe it's just a sci-fi tidbit and it doesn't know. The most important task now is to recruit people, strengthen yourself, and look forward to the day when you can fight with all the forces of the last days.

He walked on this highway that was a remnant of the civilized era, and although a century has passed, the markings on the road have been erased, but the thick roadbed is still there.

When the mercenaries go out, the most they walk are these main roads, and even the bases are mostly built on the side of the highway.

Today, the road is not deserted, with only a thin layer of compacted sand, which contrasts sharply with the rolling sand dunes on the side.

Such a road should be lively, as long as there is waiting, there will always be waiting for the prey that should be there.

"Oh, boy, that's enough, you dare to wander around the wilderness with a knife on your back. A bus circled around Lin Ying three times, and he could drive the bus as a racing car, and the driver was also a good man.

It's all the end of the world, and it's still popular to have this head full of chicken feathers? Lin Ying looked at the head that poked out of the car window, and it was colorful and lively.

"I'm separated from the team, I hope you can take me back to the nearest base, and when you meet the base, I'll reward you with a blue A crystal nucleus. Lin Ying said.

Hearing this, there was a heart-rending laugh in the bus, so loud that it made Lin Ying's eyes look sideways, and he thought about it for a while, and he could only blame the so-called "contract spirit" It was really just a joke in the last days.

"Alright, you come up first. The chicken feather brother sighed and opened the door of the bus.

Lin Ying got on the bus as he said, the car seemed to be transformed from the tourist bus of the year, and the seats inside had naturally been cleaned up, leaving only a few in the front row, and a large number of sundries piled up in the back, and of course, the indispensable small black house.

There are a total of five people in the car with the driver, very distinctive, five chicken feathers, and in the last days, there are still those who have the leisure to make their hair, they may also be the only one. If their team can survive five years, a name of "killing Matt in the last days" is really well deserved.

It's a pity that cigarette rolls in the last days are in demand, otherwise in the hands of these young people, they would be very similar to those low-level gangsters in the previous life.

"What's your surname?" asked, patting Lin Ying's head, of course, using it not with his hands, but with the gun in his hand.

"You know, at such a close distance, your gun is not as fast as mine. Lin Ying said lightly.

"Little bastard, who are you scaring about! Do you think it's in the base or in the biosphere, your identity is useless in the wilderness. Luckily, you met us, and when you met other teams, they swept over with a machine gun without saying a word. You just need to kneel and call me 'grandpa' three times, and I don't bother to bother with you." Hua Jifeather didn't care about Lin Ying's advice.

Lin Ying didn't answer, and looked at him with a smile.

"Bang" A gunshot rang out, Lin Ying instinctively bent down to dodge the bullet, and then backhanded, holding the wrist of the flower chicken head, and then bullied him forward, and the other hand clasped his neck.

"Bastard, I still have four guns next to me, if you move me and try it, I don't believe you can get out alive. Although the head of the flower chicken was strangled by the neck, the momentum on his mouth never fell half a point, "Your life as an ancient warrior is more expensive than our gold, grandpa is dead, pull you back, this transaction is not a loss." ”

As soon as the words fell, the bullets on the side came over, and he really didn't take the lives of his team members seriously.

Lin Ying blocked his body very well, and the bullet mercilessly drilled into the shoulder of the flower chicken, and he screamed "wow" in pain.

But before he could curse, the bullets behind followed, this time there was more than a misfired, and the bullets from all sides accompanied by a whistling, sending the rooster head into heaven without accident.

Pushing the corpse to the side, the knife in his right hand has already been handed to the other side, and the corpse attracts a wave of gunfire, and the knife kisses the throat for only a little time.

Before the two of them could even scream, their throats were cut, and the red blood began to gush out frantically.

One shot hit the knife, and the other shot was blocked by a chair.

Two wind-winged knives flew out of their hands and stabbed into their chests without incident.

Lin Ying looked at the car full of dead people and bloodstains in disgust, and scolded "bad luck".

When the flower chicken head said insulting language such as "to kowtow", he knew that they would never plan to take him back to the base, so he could only strike first.