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- Chapter 80 Capture
The long and straight lines of the mountains connect the distant sky and the ground. Thick clouds hovered over the wilderness, and two blunt-shaped peaks were silent in the center of the horizon, like the eyes of a death monster, greedily scanning all creatures within sight.
Three staggering figures staggered from the west side of the wilderness. Heavy steps made a crunching sound on the soft sand surface.
The leader is a tall, thin middle-aged man. He wore a shabby suit that was full of stains on his upper body, and a large area of ??the fabric had faded. The left sleeve had completely fallen off, revealing a light blue shirt underneath that was full of tears and cracks. The brown-gray trousers on the lower body were badly worn, and the knees were completely pierced, exposing two patches of yellow-black dry skin. The left foot was covered with a traveling shoe that was covered in mud and had a gap at the front. The right foot was wrapped with a few tattered strips of cloth, barely protecting the bare sole and minimizing contact with the ground.
A woman wrapped in heavy felt was walking on the right not far from him. She walked very hard, and her physical strength seemed to be completely exhausted. Her violent breathing forced her to pull down the black cloth covering her nose and lips, and desperately breathed in the oxygen she desperately needed from the cold air. Compared to the man next to her, her figure became even thinner. Especially the bony joints standing upright at both ends of the cheeks, set off by the deflated and sunken muscles, make the entire face look like a foreskin skeleton on the verge of starvation.
To the left of the man is a thin figure wrapped in a black felt blanket. Judging from her figure, she should be around eight or nine years old. Compared to the two adults, he wears thicker clothes and the quality of his clothes is better. Although it doesn't fit well, it can ensure enough warmth.
??Obviously, adults care about their children far more than themselves.
The man took steps with difficulty. It was obvious that he wanted to go as fast as possible, but his thin body and severe loss of physical strength did not allow him to do so. He tightly grasped the woman and child he was holding with his left and right hands, and staggered forward as if he was drunk, leaving a series of crooked footprints behind him.
Their faces were horribly white, and under their dusty eyelashes, their absent-minded eyes were covered with dense red bloodshot eyes. The white hot air exhaled between the mouth and nose is as thick as an asthmatic patient who has been suffering from chronic illness. The chapped lips are constantly trembling in the slightly cold air. Through the scars covering the surface that have condensed into scabs, you can clearly see lines shaped like Fresh red meat membrane branched like branches.
The man took out a flat plastic bottle from his backpack, with the word "bleach" barely visible on the label remaining on the surface. He unscrewed the cap of the relatively clean bottle, swallowed hard subconsciously, as if his throat was burned by fire, and then handed the bottle to the woman next to him.
The light blue bottle seems to be full of infinite temptation. The moment the woman's dull eyes came into contact with him, she suddenly released unprecedented desire and unexpected look. She reached out to take the bottle, hesitated for a moment, and with a bit of uncomfortable struggle and determination, licked her dry lips vigorously with her dry and sticky tongue, turned around and handed the bottle to the child opposite.
"Drink!"
The woman's voice was too weak and too hoarse, but it was obvious that she could hear the joyful kindness in it.
A childish little face was revealed from the black cloth wrapping his head.
The child¡¯s skin is very rough, which is the most direct manifestation of mild radiation sickness. Although there are some light stains on his face, he has beautiful eyebrows and a strong nose. His eyes are as clear as water, and he possesses a determination and persistence that is incompatible with his age.
When you get close to the mouth of the bottle, you can smell a faint chemical smell. The liquid contained inside had a faint smell of staleness, but it was still drinkable. A small amount of residual bleach can keep the water quality from going bad for a long time. Although they come from an old era nearly a hundred years ago, they still retain some of the effects they should have. At least, it is much better than the radioactive yellow-green rotting water that Wangji can see everywhere in the wilderness.
There is very little water in the bottle, and when shaken gently, it will make a hollow sound.
This is their last water.
The child only took a sip before returning the bottle to the man's hand. It's not sweet, but it's precious. The liquid slowly soaks into the body that is in urgent need of replenishing water. The energy generated urges the muscles and bones to burst out with more powerful force. The boy's almost frozen steps also walk longer. Faster.
"We have to go faster! Hurry!"
The man spoke in a weak tone. He endured the soreness and pain in his muscles caused by excessive fatigue. He took slightly shaky steps and struggled to move forward, dragging the woman and child tightly in his hands. . His body has reached the critical point of collapse. Thirst, hunger, fatigueSeveral negative effects are vying to occupy muscles and nerves, swallowing up negligible energy without restraint. He was tortured until he was dying and almost numb.
But he still moved forward mechanically.
The danger from behind is approaching.
If you have enough water and a little energy-replenishing food, you may be able to escape. Unfortunately, they had nothing but exhausted bodies.
There was a rush of footsteps in the distance behind him. The sound sounded a little blurry due to the distance. After a few minutes, the impact of the soles with the ground was clearly discernible. There were also brief conversations and heavy breathing mixed in. They were intertwined with each other and rushed towards this direction quickly.
Judging from the location and source of the sound, the number of pursuers should be around five.
The man's face suddenly turned deathly pale. He held on to the woman and child as hard as he could. An inexplicable force suddenly emerged from his body, urging him to move forward on the dead bushes and half-dry ground like a crazy wild horse. Looking from behind, the crooked body was still swaying weakly, but the speed of its feet was obviously moving faster than before.
? ? Unfortunately, this speed is not enough compared to the energetic pursuer.
A black figure jumped out from the bushes and ran forward at a sprint speed of 100 meters. It rushed to a place several meters in front of the three escapees. Then it stopped, panted heavily, and blocked the way. on their way forward.
This is a tall, strong man. Wrapped in a black combat uniform, his whole body is as solid as an iron tower. The white cheeks of the European race were twisted with anger. In his thick palms covered with light yellow hairs, he clenched a fully loaded M16 imitation rifle.
"Damn yellow-skinned pig! Run! Keep running, bastard¡ª¡ª"
The strong man roared angrily, brandished the weapon in his hand, stepped forward with an exaggerated body posture, raised the butt of the gun in his right hand, aimed at the middle-aged man's thin head and hit it hard. Amidst the heavy impact and shrill screams, two broken teeth burst out from the man's lips, flying into the pile of rocks a few meters away with a trace of bright red and sticky blood.
"Jack, be gentle with your fucking actions. Only living slaves can be sold at a high price, and dead people can only be sold to meat purchasing stations. Then you can still make a shitty amount of money¡ª¡ª"
With a sound in the bushes, a tall man also wearing a black combat uniform appeared in the fugitive's field of vision. His neck and face were covered with bulging muscles, and several scars of different shapes crisscrossed them, making his whole person look even more ferocious.
He has only one eye - a black hood strap tied diagonally on his forehead, just covering the position of his left eye.
At the same time, three other pursuers have also appeared. They slowly gathered from their respective directions and formed an irregular circle, tightly surrounding the three desperate escapees in the center.
The stout man named Jack hesitated for a moment and put the turned butt of the gun back to its original position. The anger in his heart obviously had not subsided. In order to vent it, he raised his right foot, stepped on the face of the dying man with his heavy and dirty military boots, crushed the man's head into the loose sand, and roared like a wild beast. Said: "It actually caused me to chase you so far. If it weren't for the sake of money, I would cut off your kidneys and fry them for wine-"
¡°That¡¯s enough, let¡¯s calm down, there¡¯s no need to struggle with money!¡±
The one-eyed man strode forward, grabbed the woman's thin arm, and brutally tore open the felt cloth wrapped around her head. He pinched her cheekbones with his thick fingers and pulled it downwards. After taking a closer look, , smiled cruelly: "It looks ordinary, but it doesn't have radiation sickness, so it should be able to sell for a good price."
As he spoke, he squatted down and grabbed the boy who was cowering behind the woman with the same rough force. He grabbed the part of the black blanket near the collar with both hands and tore it hard, tearing the entire blanket into scattered pieces. The boy's slightly yellowish and slightly white upper body was suddenly completely exposed to the cold air.
"It's okay, Jess should like this kind of good-looking boy. Just do a small operation to remove the testicles, and take hormones to support her for a few years, and she will be a charming and charming beauty."
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out out the one-eyed man and spat out in displeasure: "Damn it, we worked our butts off, but the money we got couldn't keep up with this guy's remuneration for doing surgery and selling girls. This world is so fucking unfair -"
He immediately took out a bundle of ropes from his backpack and threw it at the feet of a man in black next to him: "Tie them all up, tie them tighter, move faster, and try to get back to the camp before sunset."
The man in ragged clothes was picked up from the sand.?Strong ropes tied his two weak arms behind his back. Maybe it¡¯s because I¡¯m worried that he will run away again! The strong man in black looped the finger-thick rope around his neck again, leaving just enough room to breathe. He tied a knot, tightened it, and then pulled the excess rope to the woman's side and tied it with the woman. Parts of her body were tightly tethered Finally, the thin boy's hands were tied and tied together with his parents, forming an irregular straight line.
"Compared with the miserable woman's face, the man's face is filled with an almost numb despair. Where the teeth were smashed away, the lips had turned purple and black and swollen. He did not beg for mercy, nor did he speak. His gazeless gaze passed over the slave catcher walking in front of him, all the way to the vast and blurry mountains in the distance.
He knew very well what kind of terrible outcome would happen if he fell into the hands of these guys - especially the vicious one-eyed man, who could not have made it clearer.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but tremble all over. He didn't have the courage to think about it anymore. The only thing he could do was to silently accept this painful but unchangeable tragic fate.
Suddenly, the weak man's chest swelled up like a balloon, and his slender neck suddenly became thicker. The rope crossing its surface made a dense mark between the flesh and skin. He summoned up the last strength in his body, turned his head to the sky and burst into miserable wails.
"Help! Help us¡ª¡ª"
The sudden change surprised the armed slave catchers who were escorting the prisoners. They quickly dispersed, bowed their waists, raised their weapons to their chests, and searched and patrolled the desolate wilderness through the direction where the guns were aimed. After confirming that there was no potential danger, he returned to the team cursing with the realization that it was a false alarm and the anger of realizing that he had been deceived.
"What the hell are you calling-"
The one-eyed man roared angrily, stretched out his thick arms to grab the middle-aged man's collar and violently shook it from side to side. He pointed at the tied woman next to him and cursed angrily in a threatening tone: "It's hard to break your throat." No one will come to save you, save your energy and let me walk faster. Otherwise, I will let everyone here go through this bitch in front of you. Although she looks average, there is nothing dirty about her. Dirty rotten disease. We are generally not picky about women who can have sex for free."
The middle-aged man was completely desperate. He even thought about committing suicide. Falling into the hands of these people, death is much better than living.
The sky gradually dimmed, and an increasingly heavy twilight fell on the vast land. The surrounding scenery seemed completely frozen. The dense bushes all looked the same, and the mountains in the distance were only blurred black lines.
The wind has become colder.
In the distant darkness, two dazzling white lights suddenly lit up, shining brightly, directly towards this small team with a small number of people.
The one-eyed man frowned, raised his left hand to the level of his forehead, and used his outstretched palm to block the too strong light.
Through the gap between his fingers, he could already see that they were two groups of high-power car lights that were too bright. As the distance got closer and closer, the dazzling light group became larger and larger, and he could even see clearly. A row of bright lights shot down from the car's body and roof. The car is traveling very fast, and even in the wild, you can still feel the roar and wildness of the engine from the vibration of the sand and stones on the ground.
Like a swift gust of wind, the thick and sturdy tires brutally crushed the fragile shrubs. Countless tiny sand and gravel flew up on both sides of the ruts. Along with the tooth-piercing brake friction, the huge off-road vehicle rolled on the soft ground. It rolled directly onto a wide avenue and finally stopped a few meters beyond the slave-catching team, with the engine still roaring arrogantly.
Lin Xiang put his right hand on the trigger of the AK100, pointed the black muzzle diagonally at the ground, pushed the door open with his left hand, slightly bent his feet, stepped out of the driver's seat, and stood firmly on the wet sand.
The one-eyed man's face was ashen, and although he tried his best to control his emotions, his body was still shaking involuntarily.
He knows very well what it means to own a vehicle in this era of scarcity.
This is not an ordinary off-road vehicle. Not only is there bulletproof armor hanging around the body, but there is also a 12.7 mm caliber heavy machine gun mounted on the roof. Judging from the unnamed parts hanging on the surface of the gun body, this thing can obviously be operated remotely. The most frightening thing is that the thick muzzle of the gun is aimed at its location.
Vehicles and weapons represent power and strength. This is the most basic understanding of wilderness residents.
There is only one person on the other side, but the one-eyed man does not think that his side has an advantage. There are so many incredible things in this world full of radiation. Dare to drive alone at night?Those who travel through the wilderness are definitely more formidable than they appear.
Although, the skin on the face of this stranger who suddenly appeared is tenderer than the most beautiful girl in the bar.
"Hi! The weather is nice, isn't it?"
The experienced one-eyed man quickly made a judgment. He put the protective M16 on his shoulder, took out two crumpled cigarettes from his pocket with his stubby fingers, estimated his steps, and walked to the door about half a meter away from Lin Xiang. He would pass one over and greet each other warmly with swear words at any time, just like old friends chatting with each other after not seeing each other for a long time.
He didn¡¯t feel any supernatural aura from Lin Xiang, but he saw that the other party was wearing a set of high-end combat uniforms with exquisite workmanship and high quality and tough texture. With the light spread by the car lights, you can even clearly see the high-elastic rubber protective devices installed on the knees and elbows. This outfit alone is by no means comparable to the rough clothes made of linen.
The eyes once again proved with their excellent vision that simple mental sensing abilities are not enough to be trusted.
"Are you mercenaries? Which company?"
With a calm face, Lin Xiang took the cigarette and glanced at the logo on the left chest of the opponent's combat uniform - it was a shield pattern with two cavalry sabers inserted into it from the left and right sides.
"We are mercenaries from Ferdinand Company." The one-eyed man also saw the mercenary nameplate hanging around the other party's neck. He was determined, lit a match, lit it for himself and Lin Xiang, and took it out of his pocket. He handed over his identity card.
"Andre Kvarrad. Affiliated to Ferdinand Company, B-level mercenary."
After silently reading the words on the card, Lin Xiang nodded lightly. He then glanced at the three captives tied up in the center of the team and asked slowly: "Who are they?" - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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