Marin sent a message to his little leopard, telling her that he was going to explore the sewer, and then followed Bill and his group into the sewer.

In order not to let Marin's clothes cause trouble for this exploration, Marin deliberately took out his auspicious suit, and then used magic to combine the auspicious suit with his own clothes, as well as the military uniforms he had previously obtained from the southern Thai army.

Put them together and adjusted them using magic techniques - the tattered strips of the ghillie suit were integrated into the military uniforms and used as sewing cloth, and the cotton clothes that were just worn were also added with tattered strips to look like tatters.

, especially the fisherman hat on Marin's head. The original beautiful plaid is no longer there, and it just looks like it is sewn together with dozens of pieces of fabric and leather.

"If I hadn't watched you complete all this, I would really envy you for having a clever mother. After all, I can't even mend my own clothes." Rochelle, a black aunt, watched Marin change her clothes.

He said with some envy.

Marin smiled: "I'm surprised, you are all disabled."

Bill and the others didn't understand the word "disabled person", but after Marin explained the reason for the word, Bill's face showed a trace of bitterness: "It's hard for you to understand that we survivors survived.

Faced with all kinds of pollution, in many survivor settlements and camps, certain mutations were not even considered non-human. Three years after the catastrophe, nuclear bombs swept across North America, and people died of radiation sickness.

Many more people died than died in the mouths of those monsters."

"Who summoned the nuclear bomb?" Marin was a little curious.

"The Chosen One, the savior and gravedigger of this world." When Bill said this, Zoe of the young duo turned her head: "Bill, don't take the so-called truth that was in the stasis field thousands of years ago.

Come and deceive this strong man, we have lost our history, face it all, old man."

The girl's somewhat offensive words did not make the old man angry, he just sighed.

Marin didn't express any opinions. In his opinion, none of the thousand-word prophecies or stories were as real as what he saw with his own eyes. If there really was a savior, then Marin might be able to do it when he went to Washington.

Discover something - after all, I heard that it was bombed by a nuclear bomb just like in the Fallout game.

When Bill and the others were about to enter their camp with Marin, Marin specially prepared four deer legs for them - these were the most valuable trading items in the camp. Even if someone could get the fresh meat first, the four legs of Bill's group

The deer legs will definitely be the best tribute in this hunt.

So when Bill and the four of them appeared at the entrance of the camp carrying deer legs, a bad-toothed guy in charge of the entrance looked at Bill and the others, and then looked at Marin.

"Who is this kid? I don't remember that you went out as a group of five." He did not open the door, but looked at Marin with wary eyes.

From Marin, you can see the scenery outside the door - after entering the entrance, it should be a place similar to a subway waiting hall. There are at least three firepower points facing the entrance, two of which Marin cannot see.

But the guy I saw with a door on the firepower point looked very sci-fi.

"Survivors outside." When the team needed to negotiate, Bill stood up and pointed at Marin: "Rotten Tooth, these are the survivors who have lived in the outside world until now."

This guy named Rotten Tooth looked up and down at Marin, who was holding a sewn-up revolver in his hand, then grinned and laughed exaggeratedly: "You said he is a survivor.

, such a little boy with tender skin and tender flesh is a survivor, can he shoot a gun?"

The survivors in the firepower point behind the door all laughed.

Marin also laughed, then raised his empty left hand and snapped his fingers.

A flame danced at the fingertips.

The smile on Rotten Tooth's face solidified in an instant.

He saw that when the flame on the tip of Marin's finger jumped to another finger, the flame turned into an elf made of ice. It turned around on Marin's fingertip a few times, and then jumped towards the smaller finger.

At the end of the day, the elf turned into flames again.

"Ah... I, I've said enough, kid, welcome to the Stafford Survivor Camp." Rotten Ya said this and gave way to the entrance with some guilt, but he still stopped everyone: "Wait a minute,

I have to tell Jack that the kid has to come over and take a look, that's the rule, old Bill."

Marin glanced at Old Bill, who nodded.

"Mr. Marin, Jack is the observer of our camp. He has the ability to see clearly the truth beneath the surface. You must stand here."

"Well, being suspicious is indeed the way to survive." Marin nodded, indicating that he wouldn't care.

………………

Jack was woken up from the bed. As a little old man, Jack was the longest living extraordinary person in the camp. It was not because of his superhuman strength. On the contrary, he was the weakest and did not have strong talents.

Except for his better eyesight, he had almost nothing to do, but precisely because of his talent, his three children also inherited his talent, so Jack Stafford, the only one in the Stafford camp who was not the camp owner,

The old man who still has the distinguished surname of Stafford - without Jack's ability, a camp would be infiltrated by Chaos lackeys or unknown monsters in minutes. Because of this, a seventy-two-year-old man can

No need to work and fall asleep.

So, Jack Stafford is seventy-two years old.

"Jack, Bill and the others are back. I heard they brought back a person with abilities, who seems to be less than ten years old, and has both fire and frost talents." It was Jack's third wife who woke him up. She was young, energetic, and had Jack's wife.

’s fourth child.

"Our little brother Bill is so lucky today." Upon hearing this, Jack couldn't help but wonder - a person with extraordinary abilities with dual talents will be enshrined in any camp, and this one

At the age of ten... My God, if he is willing to live in Stafford, let alone Stafford, the camp owner's daughter and granddaughter will have to choose whatever he wants in the next few decades.

.

Walking out of his home and walking through the small and disorderly streets, Jack reached out and patted Elaine who was approaching shamelessly. If it was normal, he wouldn't mind taking care of her business. After all, if she could have sex with him

A child, which is a good thing for everyone - the more Jack's bloodline, the better, and this damn woman can get out of her current job because of a capable son.

But, not today.

"I have something to go to the entrance. My dear, if I am late, I will say that it is all because of you. You should think about how pathetic you will die in that case, you Bichi." After that,

Pushing this damn stupid woman away, Jack jumped onto the hand-operated rail car parked on the track.

"Jack, are you nervous?" Rick and Colgan were in charge of the rail car. Two strong young men rocked the car towards the entrance - there is a distance from the residential area to the entrance. This is for safety. If the monster breaks through

, they have a chance to escape, instead of the monster rushing directly into the residential area and killing everyone.

"I'm so nervous. That's a boy under ten years old, not a girl under ten years old." What Jack said is the truth. If it were a ten-year-old girl with dual talents, then Jack would believe it.

All the survivor camps on the entire continent will go crazy because of this girl. The children she will give birth to will be the most powerful people with extraordinary abilities on the entire east coast. Except for those trash who can't get hard, any powerful guy will go crazy for this.

.

Fortunately, this was a boy. Even if he lived in Stafford, other camps could send women over, and no one would have to fight to the death for some seeds.

"Yeah, thanks to it being a boy." Rick laughed and said, "By the way, I heard that Old Bill and the others also shot a deer. They came back with the deer's legs and met the kid on the way."

"Did this damn little brother of mine just licked the stinky feet of the goddess of destiny last night?" Jack said with a sigh: "I don't have such luck, damn it."

"That's enough, old Jack, have you ever been out?" the older Colgan mocked.

"No, I'm just a seventy-two-year-old old guy." Jack said, while noticing the half-grown man pushing the cart. There were four deer legs on his cart: "Oh, look at these deer legs!

I’m sure it wasn’t more than an hour before they were cut!”

Jack's ability is to see clearly the reality beneath a person's skin. Similarly, for a piece of meat that was just cut off like this, Jack can also tell what creature it once existed on - these legs are genuine.

Deer legs, this is a strong stag.

Damn it, old Bill must still have antlers in his hand. This is a good thing. The Thai chef in the nearby camp will use it to make wine. Jack drank it and felt that it was like something that only gods should drink, because it is only something that gods should drink.

It only takes a little bit to make Jack's old brother look like he was fifteen or sixteen years old.

Maybe I should spend some money and buy them?

Well, if the price is right, you should definitely buy them.

"Hey, Jack, the entrance is here." Colgan's reminder made Jack wake up. When the hand-cranked rail car stopped, he immediately jumped onto the platform, and then walked towards Bill's team.

He was a little confused because he couldn't see a child at all: "Bill, Rotten Tooth, where is the child you mentioned?"

Jack didn't think they would lie, because fools who did this would be exiled from the camp. Camps on the entire east coast would not want these crap, and they would just die on the surface.

Then Jack saw Rotten Tooth, Bill, and everyone else's eyes turned to the door.

Until then, Jack suddenly found that the world had turned into darkness, and then the stardust lit up, and a boy stood in front of him... The next second, Jack felt that the whole world was collapsing, and the boy turned into a god of death.

Holding a scythe, in the dark eye sockets, red and pure white soul fires were burning, and behind him, the world was burning and everything was being destroyed.

He strode towards Jack, and old Jack sat down on the ground. He turned around and crawled towards the road he came from, only to find that there was no road, but the boy was standing in front of him.

What a cute child this is, with wings behind him, a smile on his face, and a picture of heaven behind him.

"Jack, wake up."

The boy's voice rang out, and Jack suddenly woke up and found that he was on a star map. His feet were full of stardust, and the boy in front of him smiled at him.

To his left is the silent God of Death with a scythe in his hand; to his right is a boy smiling and gesturing with his hands behind his back. Behind the angel and the God of Death, the whole world shows a completely different look.

After death, the world returns to peace in destruction; after the death of angels, the world returns to peace in recasting.

"Jack, what's wrong with you?" the boy in front of him asked with a smile.

When Jack blinked again, the angels and the God of Death were gone, hell and heaven were gone, and even the stars under his feet were gone. He, a seventy-two-year-old man, was still stepping on the steel of the Stafford survivor camp.

Tile floor.

The boy in front of him smiled, and he reached out and took off his hat: "Marin, Marin Gayat, do I have any questions?"

"Uh, no, there's no problem." Jack immediately answered - no matter whether the child has a problem or not, Jack himself knows that he must have no problem, and if he doesn't have a problem, the child will not have a problem.

After all, based on what Jack saw, if this child was really a monster, Jack would have died just now.

But he didn't die, so the child was fine.
To be continued...