"You open the backpack and let me have a look." Link refused to let go of any details, only to check all of him can he put his guard down.

Forbes did not dare to hesitate, hurriedly unloaded the backpack, opened the zipper, and poured out everything inside.

canned food, water, compressed biscuits, paper towels, and a bowl of cooked beef wrapped in plastic wrap.

Just when Link was attracted by these "hard currencies"...

Ding!

A bright kitchen knife fell out of the bag, and the sound was long and clear.

Forbes squeezed a smile that could almost blind Link's eyes, and said, "I'm a cook, really! This knife is used to cut beef!"

Link said nothing, quietly watching Forbes performance.

"Well, I admit, there is indeed a defensive role in it."

Link pointed his gun at Forbes, and gave another command: "Get up, lift up your clothes, and turn around."

Forbes looked horrified, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his dark skin highlighted the whites of his eyes, making his eyes exaggerated and invincible.

Forbes covered his **** with both hands, his pupils flickering and sweating.

He had heard of such things when he was in the camp. After all, the desert is remote, and there are mercenaries except slaves in the camp...

Forbes bit his lip and assessed the current risks.

The opponent has a gun in his hand, and he belches when he shoots.

... I just bleed a little and suffered a little pain, and gritted my teeth and passed.

I tried my best and escaped at the risk of being found and killed by mercenaries, but not to die in such a place!

To live, I will bear it!

"Hurry up, don't dawdle!" Link shook the black pistol in his hand again, threatening.

Forbes took a deep breath, and both hands holding the linen shirt were shaking.

Forbes lifted the linen clothes, turned his back to Link, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly:

Link: Black question mark face.jpg.

Wasteland Gang headquarters.

The operator's signal was cut off.

The last words the slave shouted really broke his understanding of this matter.

All the satellite phone video, voice content and situation are reported to the responsible leader.

The responsible leader hurriedly reported with the information.

"General, the latest news from the front! Our last soldier was also killed! Here is a video and recording of the last satellite phone."

With the video and recording, the camp was silent.

"The rescued helicopter can be withdrawn."

Everyone is dead. What do you send a helicopter to do? Maybe the Mechanic Cult and ambush.

"Is the identity confirmed?"

"Confirmed. This person was captured by soldiers from the 52nd Battalion last year from the desert caravan, and was later mixed into the slave camp to participate in the ancient ruins excavation plan. From the perspective of time, it is indeed a bit strange."

"The Eight Achievements are the spies planted by the Mechanical Gods. Maybe the destruction of the ancient ruins is also related to this person."

boom!

General smashed his fist on the table, furious.

This time the ancient ruins excavation work, but he rejected the public opinion in the Wasteland Council and paid a lot of money for the project.

But now that the money is spent, the manpower and materials have also been thrown in, and suddenly everything is ruined by a quicksand.

It's all in the water!

The general rubbed his temples and frowned, "Send an expert to investigate the situation at the ancient ruins. There is a underground palace under the ruins. How can quicksand appear for no reason!"

"In addition, now only the spies of the Mechatronics religion know the inside story and the truth. I publish the photos, no matter whether you are looking for a bounty hunter or a killer, I only ask for the result-catch him back for me, I want to know the truth! I don't believe that he will stay on the ground of Mechanical God Cult for a lifetime and not come out!"

The order was issued from the tent of the Wasteland Gang headquarters, and the accident investigation team also set off for the sunken ancient ruins.

No one would have thought that this investigation would become the fuse for changes in the pattern of major forces.

Link looked at Forbes...'s big **** with a complicated expression.

subconsciously told him that the fat man in front of him was an extremely dangerous person!

A person who can push up his **** anytime, anywhere is definitely a ruthless person.

The treasure hunter standing on the side stretched out his small paws to cover his eyes, but the gap between the paws was so large that they kept their eyes fixed. Looking at Forbes and then at his master Link, the little eyes were full of big doubts.

"What's in your head? The clothes can be put down!"

Link moved his gaze away from Forbes' black ass, and there was a faint water in the corner of his eye.

spicy eyes.

Forbes trembled all over, his face looked like a ghost.

Did you miss him?

Have no value?

Are you going to be shot?

Forbes put down his linen clothes decadently, two rows of clear tears on his dark cheeks gleamed in the sunlight.

turned around and knelt down on the ground with a 'pump', crying: "Please let me go, let me be a cow or a horse!"

The Link pistol is on insurance, don't go to the belt, and slowly walked to Forbes: "I am also a slave, there is no need to kill you, what are your plans next?"

Forbes looked up at Link in surprise, only two words revealed in his eyes-do not believe.

Those mercenaries are strong men, but the slaves in front of them are so thin that they can be blown down by a gust of wind.

That's it, how do you defeat the mercenaries and escape?

Forbes ran out of the trunk of the jeep and heard the fire in the maze of blue walls. In his opinion, this person must be a mercenary or someone with the special status of the Wasteland Gang, and Joe pretended to be a slave to get his information.

Link let out a suffocating breath, a little helpless.

To tell the truth, he fell in love with the food in a backpack of Forbes.

If it is an enemy, he would not hesitate to shoot and kill the treasure, without any psychological pressure.

But this timid fat man is also a suffering slave. It was all luck to escape from the quicksand. He really couldn't bear to take the supplies and threw him here alone.

What's more, now that he has just escaped from Longtan, there will be a tiger lair of Mechanical God Cult to break into, many people and many help.

"Come with me!"

Link said fiercely and walked ahead to lead the way.

Forbes knelt on the ground and didn't respond. The treasure hunter ran behind him and stretched out his paws to push the fat man's body like a mountain, but did not respond when he tried to suckle.

The treasure hunter swelled his cheeks angrily, and ran to Forbes's neck with his clothes...pinching the collar with one hand and tickling the neck with the other.

Perceiving small sharp claws scratching on the skin, Forbes immediately shivered back to his senses, the goose bumps fell all over, and he ran with his legs.

The treasure hunter is like a knight, holding the reins and trying to domesticate a manic black-skin boar, relying on the collar to control the direction of Forbes's rush.

"Take him to the maze and wait for me."

The treasure hunter rode Forbes and ran to the maze before Link. It was too large and had too strong turning inertia. When it arrived at the mercenary's body, it was too late to brake and hit the blue wall and passed out.

The treasure hunter jumped from Forbes, whirled in the air, and finally landed on the ground smoothly.

Forbes slowly woke up, his vision was still blurry when he opened his first glance, but the vaguely seen scene suddenly woke him up, and his whole body was in cold sweat. He saw Link cutting something with a dagger, and beside him were two bodies stained with blood.

Forbeston shrank and hid in the corner, terrified, and seemed to have thought of his end.

"you're awake?"

Link threw a pair of army boots in front of Forbes.

Forbes was frightened and avoided, then rubbed his eyes before he could see that it was a pair of military boots.

The military boots have been modified to cut off the closed round head and turn them into sandals with exposed toes.

Look at the two corpses on the ground again. They are all mercenaries. One of the green T-shirts on the upper body has been soaked in blood, and the other is simply naked, and the bullet holes on the body can be clearly seen.

"Try to fit your feet."

Forbes's heart is now completely messed up, completely unable to understand the current situation, and can only be manipulated like a marionette.

was'forced' to put on military boots, showing five toes.

How do you say emmmm, but the army boots are cut a bit, and the toes are a little exposed, but the others are fine.

"Let me see if you raise your feet."

Forbes immediately raised his feet, not daring to neglect.

Link looked at it for a while, and muttered to himself: "It seems to be a little bit cut, I see!"

then buried his head with a dagger and started a pair of military boots intact.

These military boots are for mercenaries, and their feet are relatively large. Link directly slips into them, which is quite inconvenient.

Next, he will traverse the Gobi controlled by the Mechanical God Cult. If he goes barefoot, he will be bloody.

The Gobi is full of hard ground and gravel, unlike the desert where you can barefoot.

While immersing himself in cutting, Link said: "I am indeed a slave, but I killed them and escaped. The ancient ruins were flooded by quicksand, and the Wasteland Gang will never let it go. Staying in the desert is no less than seeking death. road."

"Gobi is the site of the Mechanical God Sect, which is even more terrifying than the Wasteland Gang. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

Link looked at Forbes and said: "Their favorite is you, a person with thick skin and fat, grabbing to be a human battery, life is better than death."

Forbes shuddered and folded his hands on his chest.

Mechanical God teaches how to use living humans as energy batteries is well known in the desert, which can stop children from crying.

"I am going to cross the Gobi and flee to Shadu in the Free Federation in the north. What are your plans?"

Forbes was confused. He was only thinking about escaping from the slave camp. As for what to do after escaping, he had no consideration at all.

"me"

can't come out a fart for a long time.

Link cut the army boots, put them in his feet and tried them. The toes just stick out, but they are not redundant, just right!

Link took off another mercenary's pants, measured and cut to the length that suits him, and put on camouflage pants and open-toed military boots in a few minutes.

I have to say, the feeling of wearing pants and shoes is really reassuring.

Forbes was taken aback for a while, and then timidly asked: "Can we cross the Gobi and reach the Free Federation safely?"

Link didn't say much. He got up and lifted the linen clothes. On the belt of the gun, there were a micro punch, a pistol and two magazines, and he was still holding a dagger in his hand.

The treasure hunter stands on Link's shoulders, with two small paws crossed on his chest, and his head is tilted upwards forty-five degrees. The standard decent superheroes have a classic look.

"Okay, I'll join!"

After a while...

"Boss Link, thank you for making shoes for me."

"I should thank you. If I didn't test it with you first, how could it be possible to create such a fit military boots."

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