Chapter 117: Entering the city

Otilia was stunned, and the district manager's answer completely disrupted her thinking. Or it should be said that this strange scene did not meet her pre-imagination.

"Everyone has his own secret. I just discovered the sins deep in their hearts and wrote them on paper with a pen. Of course, I would also copy an additional document with the same content and give it to the person being excavated as a gift." Gliffitz's face was serious and solemn. From time to time, he put his little finger into his mouth, took out a twig of flesh from the gap of his teeth, chewed it carefully, and swallowed it.

Otilia bit her lips tightly, and her beautiful and delicate eyebrows swayed slightly on her cold forehead. This was a sign that she wanted to have an attack—the disgusting movement of the area manager, which was simply challenging her patience limit. The result of a fierce struggle in her brain's thinking consciousness, and curiosity finally prevailed. She tried to slow down her tone: "Be more specific."

"Okay! Let's give the simplest example-"

Gliffitz rubbed his slick hands on his naked butt and pinched his fingers with a crisp snap: "Mrs. Beve, Bergson's aunt. She has spent sixty-four years in this world. Perhaps it was because of the torture of time that caused the emptiness of this poor old woman's heart. She has a very special hobby - she likes to play piston hedge games with handsome boys. Of course, many people have this hobby. But Mrs. Beve should be a little special. As far as I know, Bergson's biological son is one of the many male lovers. The poor boy was only eight years old when he first experienced his life experience in Old Woman Beve."

Otilia's smooth and white face trembled slightly. She seemed to want to laugh, but she didn't dare to laugh.

"Mr. Eberner, Bergson's distant uncle, had used a large sum of money in private to get two new technologies for cotton fabrics from a small family in the north. Now he is using those technologies to make a lot of money without Bergson's knowledge."

"Mr. Kerr, Bergson's uncle, suffers from a corpse love. He claims to the public that his wife died in the hands of a mob in an accident. In fact, he cut his wife's throat with scissors. The body was placed in the freezer under his bedroom. Every night, he would use the mummy that had been treated with antiseptics to satisfy his desires. As for whether he could stab it in, he knew best."

"Bergson's cousin, Mrs. Dina, who serves as the financial director of the company, and twenty percent of the annual output of the Northern mine will fall into her pocket. This woman's accounts are clean, and for six years, Bergson has never discovered them."

"As for the respected old Morris, he is indeed a role model among men. The saying "Old man is old and heroic" is perfect for him. When the company celebrated the reception two years ago, he and Bergson's wife hid in the underground wine cellar of the castle for three hours. Since then, the woman has to spend time alone with him whenever she has the chance, and each time is at least two hours. How about it? In this regard, Bergson is indeed a little tender... the gun is still hard."

Otilia has always been a person who acts more than anything else and thinks, and indifference is also her most direct expression of style. However, this time, the face that has never changed has a very surprising look.

"...How could you know so much?"

Gliffiz looked at her seriously: "If someone else asked me this, I would laugh at him as an idiot in person. As for you... Haha! There are dangers everywhere in this world. In order to get the position of regional manager, I have been climbing for twenty-two years. I am a person who is good at discovering problems and likes to summarize, collect and organize secrets. The first time Mrs. Beff and the little boy, I quietly took a photo. I will copy Mr. Abner's income bill every year. Kerr first

The body of my wife was the anti-corrosion treatment I did for him. Mrs. Dina's account had a special mark left by me... Speaking of old Morris, the field of his and Bergson's wife was provided by me... I never threatened them with these things. I just need to let these dirty slags play enough roles in the most dangerous times. Just like today, Bergson plans to use my leather to make a sofa, but I sit here to eat the roast pig. He wants me to die, and I am still alive."

Otilia shook her head: "Bergson won't let you go. You violated the bottom line that he can tolerate."

"I know. I have many secrets in my hand, but it's not enough to get me out of this cell. My private deal with the Luton family members was just asking them to help me delay the death penalty as much as possible. As long as I don't really anger Bergson, I have a chance to leave here." After saying that, Gliffiz continued to chew on his pig's legs.

Otilia's eyes were flashing with a change of light: "Are you not afraid that I would tell Bergson all of what I just said?"

Gliffitz was soaked in his mouth that he didn't even want to raise his head: "I don't have many friends in my life. No matter Locke or you, it's impossible for me to betray me."

"No wonder you are so calm. It turns out that you knew I was going to save you." Otilia regained her fixed indifferent expression.

"Don't waste your time, you can't save me."

Speaking of this, Gliffiz raised his head and said calmly: "If I guessed correctly, Locke should have you brought a message to someone in Yinyue Town?"

Otilia didn't say anything and nodded slowly.

"Do as he said! If that person comes, I can live and Locke won't die." Sighing, Gliffiz turned over the pig's legs that had been gnawed and bit it hard at the plump part on the back.

The white fat meat emitted a very uncomfortable and greasy smell. In the face of flatness, Otilia had already stopped Gliffiz's actions. Today, she leaned silently against the cold steel fence, quietly watching the area manager who was fighting desperately with the food.

"Fez, I want to ask you a question." Suddenly, Otilia spoke lightly, and used her nickname for Gliffiz.

"Ask!" The district manager ate as usual.

"You just said that you have mastered many people's secrets. So what do you know about me...?"

"A lot! For example, your bra mezzanine is equipped with high-strength alloy plates. They are bulletproof, waterproof, and breast sagging..."

Every time I walk into the ruins, Lin Xiang has a new, indescribable subtle feeling.

The neatly arranged buildings have become very dilapidated, and most of the various decorative materials attached to the surface of the building have fallen off. Although they have not been destroyed by man, the rain and wind have used natural means to slowly corrode these civilization products that are stronger than rocks. No one knows how long this situation will last. One hundred years? Thousands of years? Or nearly ten thousand years? But one thing is certain - in this struggle between wanton destruction and stubborn resistance, the crystallization of human wisdom civilization will never be a match for nature.

Four "Strick" armored vehicles were side by side, each occupying the irregular square corners, surrounding the other two off-road jeeps with weaker defense in the middle, and carefully marching on the spacious and dilapidated road of the No. 96 ruins.

The convoy was walking very slowly, and the driver of the armored vehicle in the front deliberately maintained a low gear and a constant speed. The roar of the engine was compressed to a level that was not very large, but was enough to maintain operation.

Lin Xiang stood slightly in front of the rear of the armored vehicle. The AK100 assault rifle was inserted diagonally into the leather holster next to the backpack. The weapon in his hand had been replaced with a Barrett m82a1 heavy sniper rifle. The car was loaded with a certain number of backup equipment, including suppressive weapons such as the At4 bazooka. Given the powerful strafing ability of the 25mm machine cannon mounted on the roof of the armored vehicle, Barrett's precise sniper rifle that uses the 50-point Magnum warhead is obviously more suitable for him.

Lieutenant Colonel Claude was sitting on an off-road vehicle in the middle of the team. From Lin Xiang's angle, you can see an M4 rifle leaning against his knee. Lieutenant Colonel Skeleton's expression was very plain, as if the action of going deep into the mutant creature's nest was not at all dangerous, it was simply a relaxed and casual outing.

According to the sitting position of the lieutenant colonel and the position of his hands and feet, Lin Xiang secretly compared it with his body. He unexpectedly discovered that this middle-aged man who seemed careless was actually in a state of possible outbreak at any time.

The movement of the bones determines the direction of the body. Muscle contractions and ligaments pull control the output of strength and the final result. Claude's body position seems casual, with the palms, toes, and elbows perfectly matching the adjacent points in the car. If an emergency occurs, he has at least six movements to leave his current seat. Whether it is bouncing or rolling sideways, it can ensure that the landing point is within the cover of the convoy's heavy firepower.

This skeleton knight lieutenant colonel is stronger than any opponent he has ever encountered. His combat awareness is definitely not comparable to a guy like Hausen who is powerful but has no skills. A veteran with rich combat experience, coupled with his parasitic strength of up to five-star level, wants to get the blood he needs from him, relying solely on sneak attacks... seems not enough.

Compared to the early morning, the radiant clouds in the sky were obviously much weaker. The watch hand on the wrist had just slid past the 11:20 am scale and was moving towards the next new black groove with a steady and unhesitant approach.

The powerful armored vehicle ran through the street along the stone beside the road, crossing through several green belts where no plants could be seen in an arrogant manner, and parked steadily in a spacious small square with gray-yellow pieces of mud on the rubber tires.

The lunch distributed is simple. A piece of vacuum-packed compressed dry food, a cylindrical canned meat, plus a bottle of purified, radiation-free water.

These things do not have colorful packaging like the old days. There is only a square sticker marked with nutritional ingredients and precautions on the surface of canned food and biscuits. The main ingredients of canned food are beef and soybeans. The taste of the biscuits is average. Compared to using it to deceive the taste of the tongue, Lin Xiang pays more attention to the nutrition and calories contained in these foods.

In the old era of civilization and development, these foods were nothing special. Similar products can be bought in any shopping mall. However, in the radiation world, they represent the powerful strength of the Skeleton Knights in technology, agriculture, material production, etc. Take simple compressed biscuits as an example, which involves a series of technologies for preservation and proportioning of food. Even Ferdinand and Sosbia cannot achieve a complete or similar imitation.

The weather is getting hotter and hotter, lacking the obstruction of radiant clouds. The hot sunlight shines directly from the top of the head, illuminating the broken buildings and the ground. The condensed heat accumulates in a space not far from the surface, forming a heat wave that rolls up and down with the airflow, steaming and roasting cities that are already lacking moisture to make them even more thirsty.

The ground gradually becomes hot. When stepping on the flat asphalt road, you can feel the heat coming from the soles of the boots. People begin to drink water more frequently, and the liquid entering the body quickly turns into sweat beads mixed with salt, which penetrates out from countless pores. They soak the clothes and evaporate quickly in the scorching sunlight, leaving a layer of white salt powder shaped like dust on the surface of the skin.

On the side of the road, there is a small two-story building with a small area. The metal door frame at the entrance of the hall is tilted to one side, and a huge variant "m" symbol with dust hanging on the crossbar of the eaves. Under this famous fast food sign that was well-known in the old era, a funny-looking clown statue is keeping a smile and greeting sitting position. The acid rain melts the paint on its surface, and the sudden change of temperature of hot and cold makes the entire statue distort and deform. Especially its smiling face that once loved by children in the old era can no longer find any part of it that is related to words such as gentleness and cuteness. The tattered face corrodes the half-melted head, and the hardened glue that flows down from the top of the head and solidifies the mouth, making it even more ferocious and terrifying.

Next to the clown, there is a round street window. The sign above can barely show the three large characters contaminated by dirt on the "Dessert Station". Several flattened cans fell on the nearby ground, and the remaining packaging on the surface showed that they seemed to be drinks like "Wanglaoji".

For some reason, these things that were once familiar but no longer existed suddenly aroused Lin Xiang's long-standing nostalgia - in that civilized era with bustling crowds on the streets, in the hot sun, eating ice cream and drinking ice cream quickly and drinking ice drinks or beer. What a happy thing!

Half an hour later, the convoy had passed through the first circular road outside the ruins. This old era used to separate the downtown urban areas and suburbs from the roads, at least to help outsiders judge their general location without a map.

From entering the ruins until now, Lin Xiang has not seen any of the shadows of a mutated creature. But he could clearly feel that in the depths of the buildings on both sides of the street, some creatures with free movement were hiding in the dark corners that could not be shined by the light, staring at the slowly moving armed convoy with curious and cruel eyes.

Now is the safest time of day.

The nuclear explosion produced an astonishing amount of dust and particles. These dust with strong radiation entered the atmosphere and formed a thick floating on the surface of the earth. They blocked the sunlight and heat entering the surface of the earth, causing the ground temperature to quickly become cold after the war. Hurricanes, snow-free winter, dryness... The harsh climate completely destroyed the natural ecological environment. In order not to extinction of the population, the creatures who survived the war were forced to change their evolution direction. They abandoned the characteristics of warmth, forced themselves to adapt, and became accustomed to the dark, dull and cold-filled world. This mutation lasted for decades, or even longer.

When the radiation dust in the sky gradually fell and the number began to decrease with rain and snow, the long-lost sunlight and heat energy reappeared on the surface of the cold planet. This sudden change poses a fatal threat to mutated organisms. They cannot adapt to the light environment in a short time. The strong ultraviolet rays killed a large number of microorganisms, causing the sudden interruption of the low-end food chain. In desperation, the poor creatures could only find new food sources and explore new evolutionary paths suitable for their own survival according to the time law of the earth's movement.

Most creatures in this world are afraid of the sun. They may be forcibly changing this situation, allowing their bodies to adapt to the light and accept the reality that the world has transformed from cold to warm. But for now, ultraviolet rays are deadly to them. Especially when the sun is at its strongest at noon, despite the tender and delicious meat outside, they can only hide in the dark nest, while gnawing on their claws uneasily while waving out dirty and smelly saliva.

The direction of entry chosen by Claude was consistent with the position Osvid entered last time. It was not difficult to do this - from the perspective of regional distribution, Ruins No. 96 belonged to the sphere of influence of Sosbia. Faced with the huge Knights of Skeleton, the Lutons could not have expressed any idea of ​​resistance. They would provide various assistance in terms of intelligence, materials, and personnel according to the requirements of the Knights. Although they could not obtain information such as Osvid's life and death, they could provide the route of the lost contact combat team.

Lin Xiang walked through this road.
Chapter completed!