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- Chapter 97 Survey
Relatives, a very simple word.
But the distance to Lin Xiang seemed very far away.
He has no home and no relatives. From the time I can remember, the most profound memory that sticks in my mind is that of the orphanage in the old days.
¡°There¡¯s something I¡¯ve always wanted to talk to you about.¡±
After a moment of silence, Lin Xiang took the cup on the table and poured out most of the remaining wine, leaving only a little enough to cover the bottom of the cup. He took out the dagger pinned to his military boots, and used the sharp tip to gently swipe it across the ring finger of his left hand Under the weak candlelight, the surface of the drop of dark red liquid seeping out from the fingertip shimmered with an intoxicating light. bright luster. It slid along the smooth skin and slowly slid into the wide-mouthed glass placed directly below, releasing like a wild elf. In an instant, the transparent wine liquid soaked into a gorgeous soft red.
Wang Biao stared at this scene silently. He drank a lot of brandy, and his consciousness was somewhat blurred, but his thinking was clearer than ever.
¡°Drink it¡ª¡± Lin Xiang pushed the cup in front of him, his soft and soothing voice echoing in the big room with only two people.
The rough scarred man smiled and picked up the cup without hesitation.
"Don't you want to ask what I gave you to drink?" Lin Xiang said suddenly just as the rim of the cup was about to touch his lips.
Wang Biao raised the cup and drank all the liquid in it, then patted him heavily on the shoulder: "Do you still remember what I called you just now? Brother you should understand what these two words mean. I can Doubt anyone, but never your own brother¡ª¡ª"
His words were bland, without any cadence, and they were also mixed with a strong smell of alcohol. After saying this, the scar-faced man leaned down on the table, roaring loudly.
Picking up the bottle with wine still in it, he poured himself a full glass. Looking at the reflection of the flickering candlelight in the transparent wine, Lin Xiang smiled happily and emotionally.
In the early morning, the sun rises as usual.
A truck was driving slowly northeast along the rough road. In the vast wilderness, it is like a sneaking ant, appearing so insignificant.
Dark red rust has been exposed in many places on the car body. On the hood with a dent in the middle, there were several clear cracks that could be broken at any time. The old rubber tires rolled feebly on the gravel-strewn road, and the violent vibrations made the loose compartment make a "crunching" sound, as if it might break into countless pieces at any time amidst the heavy breathing of the engine. of parts.
Wearing a black combat uniform, Les sat in the cab, full of expectation and slightly anxious eyes, carefully observing all the scenery that appeared in his sight.
In addition to the driver, there were eight heavily armed "Baolang" mercenaries sitting in the carriage. The one with the highest strength among them only has level four enhanced abilities. Although he is no match for his captain, he is much stronger than those wandering in the wilderness.
Ferdinand Company is very wealthy, but this does not mean that the "Bad Wolf" mercenary group is also wealthy. The medium-sized armed force controlled by Les is just a branch of the company. This old, almost rotten truck, and the soldiers on it, were the greatest force he could mobilize within his scope of authority.
Matryana, who was wearing a dark gray home suit with light blue lace, sat on the rightmost seat of the cab, trying her best to open her two cloudy eyeballs covered with porridge lines and eye droppings, looking out the window greedily and nervously. . It wasn't that she actively wanted to get rid of the rotten heirloom dress, but that Russ felt that a woman, even an old woman with a shrunken sexual organ that could not display any charm, should not be hanging around with dirty clothes all day long. Stainless breasts, wearing something shorter than hot pants and with sexy fabric without a hem in the middle, she raised her butt unabashedly to all the men who saw her.
Although clothes in this world are very expensive, Les still took out a set of thick and long clothes from the warehouse of the "Bad Wolf" mercenary group and asked Matryana to wrap herself up tightly.
However, from underneath this relatively clean set of clothes, there was still a disgusting fishy body odor.
Taking a bath is a very luxurious act.
The water purification system of "Fire City" can barely meet the daily drinking needs of residents. Under special circumstances, a portion of the water will be allocated for bathing. Only when the company's superior department supervisor comes to inspect, Les will order the bathroom to be opened. In the "City of Flames", every drop of clean water must be exchanged for money. The amount of water required for a three-minute bath costs at least five hundred Ferdinand dollars. Except for mercenaries who have nothing to do, or tycoons who are really uncomfortable with the increase in their pockets, no one in their right mind would do such extravagant and crazy behavior.??.
When in the office, Les did not believe Matryana's so-called sweet water land. He just felt that this was a poor old man who had no means of life and needed a bite of bread to fill his stomach so that he would not starve to death. However, when this extremely dirty old woman took out something from under her tattered clothes, Les began to believe that she was not lying.
That is a green plant. Due to dehydration, the slightly pointed oval leaves have become somewhat deflated. At the lowest end of the stem, there is a white, fat rhizome that is as thick as two fingers.
In order to continue life, plants in this era, like people, are forced by the harsh environment to change their inherent evolutionary direction. Their roots are hard and their root systems are so developed that they can be described as terrifying. Roots, denser than hair, penetrate into the deepest part of the soil like steel needles. Only in this way can we barely absorb the water necessary for survival.
The rhizome of the plant that Matryana took out was very short and complete. This means that there is an ample source of water where the plant was dug up, and it is very close to the surface. Only when moistened with water with a slight degree of radiation can green branches and leaves and white rhizomes grow.
The sun has risen above the head. Under the dazzling sunlight, the curves of the mountains to the west gradually become gentle, the peaks and protruding rocks gradually disappear, and the terrain of interlaced hills and plains slowly appears in the sight.
On a gravel ground covered with green dwarf shrubs, the roaring sound of the motor stopped abruptly after a harsh sound of metal breaking. Les jumped out of the cab, picked up a small purple-white flower that bloomed on the tip of a shrub, and looked at it carefully.
This is a plant called "purple cauliflower" by the refugees. It has a long growing season, and its leaves and stems can become an inadequate supplement to daily food. Most importantly, its presence often means there is clean water nearby.
There were eight soldiers who jumped out of the truck with Les. They are all big enough and their expressions are fierce enough. These people obviously know what they should do. Without any instructions, the mercenaries took out the engineering shovels and various tools they carried with them from their backpacks. Soon, a large pit more than two meters deep appeared next to the gradually increasing piles of sand and gravel on the ground.
A mercenary who was slightly thinner than others took out a glass test tube from the equipment box, put in a little wet mud taken from the edge of the pit wall, and added about one-third of the test reagent in the tube. As the solution mixed with soil gradually became uniform during shaking, his rigorous and slightly expectant eyes burst out with surprise.
"Hey! It turns out to be the third-level standard. Boss, the water quality here is astonishingly high. If you dig deeper, the water quality can reach or even exceed the fourth-level standard¡ª¡ª"
All the mercenaries started to get excited. Depending on the amount of radiation in drinking water, they are divided into five different standard levels. First-grade water has the highest amount of radiation. It can quench thirst, but cannot be drunk for a long time. Otherwise, it will lead to a series of unpredictable mutations in the body. Level 5 water is the cleanest, but the energy and resources required for purification are also horribly high. Usually only those in high positions are eligible to enjoy it.
The purification system of "Fire Flame City" can only supply secondary standard drinking water. Even if this kind of radiated water barely reaches the normal physiological acceptance level of humans, the economic benefits generated are enough to maintain this medium-sized stronghold.
Les stood on a huge rock, holding a tactical telescope and looking into the distance for a long time. Looking from his angle, he could have a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery that was more than ten kilometers away.
The extremely excited mood of the mercenaries had no effect on him at all. Les's face still remained rigid and cautious, and he silently stared at the clearly visible guard tower of Hidden Moon Town in the camera lens. After a long time, he slowly put down the telescope and said slowly in the calm tone unique to a middle-aged man: "Close the team."
Although a little surprised, the mercenaries did not disobey or resist. With puzzled and puzzled expressions on their faces, they climbed into the carriage in the same order as when they came. Soon, accompanied by the heavy roar of the engine, the shaking truck reappeared on the way back.
Sitting in the bumpy cab, Les looked gloomy and said nothing.
He knew very well what it meant to find a water source with a purity level of over three in the wilderness.
Ferdinand Corporation will never let go of this natural resource. It's a desolate location, and neighboring Sosbia and other institutions are sure to catch wind of it. It won't be long before the bodies of the war dead will be added to the peaceful wilderness.
¡°If it were just a water source of second grade standard, or a water source that was buried so deeply that it could only be developed using large construction machinery, Les would not hesitate to take the discovery as his own.??, and tried to establish a sizable settlement here. Use this as a credit for your promotion within the company.
A third-level natural water source located at the junction of several major forces This is simply the beginning of war and chaos. Les even had some doubts about whether Matryana, an old woman with a stench all over her body, had some ulterior motive in making this terrible secret public.
Les made up his mind that no matter what changes would happen to this wilderness in the future, he would never be involved. As for war and so-called interests, that is something the big shots should consider.
Looking at the still bright purple-white flowers in his hands, Les couldn't help but sighed secretly and shook his head.
Next year, these beautiful flowers will bloom even more brightly. The corpses of the war dead that will soon appear in the wilderness will become the best fertilizer for their growth.
In the back mountain of Yinyue Town, Wang Biao, who had just become a father, stood in an open space not far from the quarry, looking at a huge rock with a thickness of more than two meters not far in front of him. His eyes were full of strange excitement and eagerness to try.
His tall and burly body is as thick as a mountain. The tangled muscles on the broad chest and back are as hard as steel. The rough skin cannot suppress the texture of the muscles underneath. From a distance, it looks like there are many earthworms crawling densely. He clenched his fists, and the blood vessels coiled on the surface of the muscles swelled a little. Coupled with the hideous scar that occupies the face like a centipede, the whole person looks like a legendary cannibal troll.
Suddenly, he burst out with an earth-shattering roar, exerting all his strength, and ejected like a cannonball. The ground where he landed was cracked by the huge force of the kick, and the huge fist suddenly hit the core of the rock. In a burst of cracking sounds, the hard and huge stone was shattered by his punch. Like a dam that was detonated in a direction, it instantly collapsed into countless walnut-sized gravel, which piled up into scattered ridges on the flat ground. rise.
Wang Biao stood blankly in the middle of the scattered stones. The agitated dust was stuck to the sweat seeping from the surface of his naked upper body, forming a gray-white film.
He looked at his hands in disbelief, with a horrified expression on his face: "This, is this my own power?"
"To be precise, it should be the physical standard of a two-star parasitic, and the strength of a three-star level or above." Lin Xiang, who was standing aside and watching, said it lightly, but to the scar-faced man himself, it sounded like a storm.
"Parasite? What is that?"
"It is a more advanced being than an evolved or enhanced person. A powerful person who has surpassed the ninth level of evolution is a parasite." Lin Xiang's voice was as calm and soft as usual, like an old-time teacher answering elementary school students' questions in class.
"I, I am a parasite?"
Wang Biao was startled for a moment, then quickly reacted and said suddenly: "Well, you gave me the drink yesterday"
"I am also a parasite. My blood can transform ordinary people into powerful evolved life forms."
Lin Xiang strolled forward, bent down to pick up a piece of gravel from the ground, weighed it in his hand, and nodded thoughtfully: "Your evolutionary specialty is strength. No wonder you can break through the basic stage and jump to the two-star level." .¡±
Wang Biao patted the ashes on his shoulders. There was a solemnity in his turbid and deep eyes that did not match his bold personality: "Why do you tell me this? This is your secret."
"Because" Lin Xiang seemed reluctant to say it. After hesitating for a moment, he still said softly: "Because I believe that you will keep this secret with me."
Something seemed to be suddenly touched in the scar-faced man¡¯s heart. Before he could fully think of how to answer, Lin Xiang had already added: "You said that we are brothers."
brother?
brother!
Wang Biao murmured and stood up straight. The surface of his burly body was full of explosive muscles. At this moment, the scars on his face gave no hint of his fear. On the contrary, one can clearly feel the firmness and majesty released from the heart of this tall man.
He took a deep breath and suddenly raised his head to the sky and let out an excited and wild trombone sound. The sound went straight up to the sky, lingering back and forth under the hot and dazzling sunlight, lingering for a long time.
There are many people in this world.
There are good people.
There are bad people.
There are also countless greedy people.
Lin Xiang doesn¡¯t want to see Hidden Moon Town destroyed. He must do his best to protect this peaceful town.
He can only choose those people he can trust 100%, and use his own blood to transform them into powerful ones.?Parasite.
The scar-faced man is his second pure-blood transformation target in this new world. Perhaps because of certain characteristics possessed by the new generation of humans, or due to the effects of radiation on human genes, Wang Biao, who possesses evolutionary powers, suddenly became a parasitic with two-star strength. Especially in terms of strength, it has exceeded the three-star standard.
Hidden Moon Town still needs more and stronger warriors.
?This takes time.
Only time can verify the judgment of good and evil deep in the human heart, and slowly reveal one person's real world in the eyes of another.
The third transformation target may be Nina, or the infant baby, or Locke, or even someone else
Two weeks have passed. With the help of construction machinery, the area of ??cultivated land reclaimed by the refugees has exceeded 1,000 acres. All the potatoes and sweet potatoes have been planted, and we should be able to have enough to eat this fall.
The refugees showed no resistance or anger towards the new management. They naturally compared their current life with the time when the three elders were in office. In every way, polenta and grits are more flavorful, sweeter, and more delicious than thin batter.
Pigs and hens locked in pens are still ferocious. They are always looking for opportunities to tear apart their feeders and turn them into fresh meat. However, judging from the piglets and chicks that were just born and hatched, it seems that the brutal instincts of their parents have not been passed down to them. The former's favorite thing is to sleep after eating, while the latter prefers coarse corn residue. As for human flesh, it seems that it does not belong to their normal diet.
On the hillside behind the town, Lin Xiang sowed a patch of fruit tree seeds. These plants of great significance will take at least five years, or even longer, to bear sweet fruits. But in people's hearts, it represents a potential hope. - 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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