"Where are you going?" Su Mingan took back his hand.

"Go to the nearest human gathering place, Area 11." Steel said, "Just stay there, Myron and I are your saviors. Without us, you will freeze to death there sooner or later."

"Ah, thank you then." Su Mingan said immediately with a smile.

When he smiles, the charm of S+ is even more obvious. Even if there is no black cat on his shoulders, the contagiousness is still amazing. The missionary aura is already exerting a subtle influence.

Steel's cold eyes paused, and he was confused for a moment.

The original Charm player Iris, Charm S was enough to captivate the world and make countless people fascinated by her. Even if Su Ming'an did not want to go in the direction of Charm, the impact she brought was still significant.

Not only the battle group, but also these two people with evil intentions were confused.

"Do people from thirty years ago have such a good temperament?" Gang Tie muttered and looked away.

Next to him, Myron was leaning on the steering wheel, smiling, as if he was planning something.

Su Ming'an lowered his head and looked at the tracking compass. The distance between him and Dong An'an was getting closer. She should be in the so-called District 11.

This place is like an apocalypse. The outside world is full of extremely cold winds, and it is difficult to find greenery and water sources. Only small-scale gathering places can survive. Judging from the coding of "Area 11", there are at least eleven human gathering places.

What made him uncomfortable was that Steel always looked back at him, its sticky eyes slowly sweeping over him, as if he was weighing a commodity.

It is a desire to see money.

However, these two people are still useful to him. His wheelchair consumes energy, and it is too wasteful to travel fifty kilometers.

The truck was speeding on the plain, and gradually, voices began to appear outside. Occasionally, there were one or two teams of five to ten people. They generally wore heavy cotton hats, carried guns, and dragged large sacks or cardboard boxes. On the lava plain, it looks like they have just returned from collecting resources.

In addition to people, there are also fleets of vehicles.

Large trucks with raised chassis, cars with modified windows, long worm-shaped cars that are like trains and do not need rails... The vehicles are like planets merging together, like ants migrating collectively, this scene is quite spectacular.

Arriving at the inspection level at the gathering place, the truck braked. The inspector approached, and with a "beep" sound, a red-lighting instrument scanned the resource box on the truck.

"Myron, you just came back?" said the bearded prosecutor.

"Well, the car is transporting resources to District 11." Myron smoked a cigarette and smiled with the corner of his mouth.

"Who is this person?" The inspector looked at Su Mingan in the back row.

Most of the people who went out to collect resources were heavily armed. The inspector didn't understand what was going on with this guy in civilian clothes.

"The hibernator found outside is probably from thirty years ago." Myron laughed: "I plan to take him to see Lin Guang."

Hearing this name, the inspector's face showed a look of horror, as if he was afraid of the person "Linguang". He glanced at Su Ming'an hesitantly, wanting to persuade Su Ming'an to leave, but under the threat of Myron's eyes, he Nothing was said.

Su Mingan noticed this scene.

The truck started and carried the goods into the city.

Entering District 11, Su Mingan was shocked by the sight in front of him.

He originally thought that this kind of gathering place in the apocalypse would at most be a group of people exchanging goods, collecting resources, and growing some simple crops.

But...this eleventh district is too big.

The stone brick buildings look like towering giants in the brilliant afterglow. Shops, residential buildings, and factories are lined up in rows. The thick black smoke is like floating mist, and the architectural style is similar to the industrial era.

The transparent glass flashes with colorful spots in the bloody sunlight, and the speeding motorcycles drive through the rolling yellow sand, forming a buzzing symphony.

Although it is not prosperous enough and there are many ruins and unfinished buildings, the scale is already scary.

Xiko automatically scanned the shelter, and after a moment, it displayed the map. The eleven areas were divided into assembly halls, free trade areas, black markets, resource allocation stations, combat material exchange offices, residential areas, and living areas.

Close to the outside of the city are farmlands growing wheat and potatoes. The further you go inside, the taller the buildings become.

"Are you shocked?" Myron, who was driving the car, was very proud: "I didn't expect that there would be such a large gathering place thirty years later?"

"It's really good." Su Mingan said.

But it's just good.

Although District 11 looks very prosperous, it is ultimately very different from the City of Measurement. It lacks water and electricity, and there are no lights in many places. Three-fifths of the area is just abandoned houses and uninhabited.

People's faces are generally gloomy and their bodies are thin. Most of them are armed with guns and look alert. There is no such comfortable and peaceful atmosphere. From time to time, the sound of artillery fire can be heard.

Su Mingan noticed that there were many stone statues everywhere in the gathering place. People kowtowed and worshiped. Some people were holding small books in their hands and chanting to the words.

Ten minutes later, the truck stopped at a free exchange, and a group of people came over and began to unload the resource boxes.

When they saw Su Mingan, people were stunned.

A woman approached the car window. She had dark purple hair, her eyes glanced at Su Mingan like hooks, and she asked with a low voice:

"Myron, who is this?"

After a moment of pause, she smiled again: "Sent to us... as a welfare thing? The quality is good, I liked it at first sight."

As soon as she said this, several people looked up to the sky and laughed, swaying around with laughter.

Su Mingan frowned slightly.

He found that everyone here would make fun of him when they saw him. Did he look so fragile?

In other words... the pressure of life here is so great that it makes people breathless. That's why they want to bully every "weak". Su Mingan has no "source" in him, and in their eyes, he is the weakest weakling.

Su Mingan's charm determines that the way people bully him is not with fists and violence, but with teasing like this.

After all, a person wearing common clothes and without self-defense weapons is more like a weak person dependent on others.

"This person is not given to you." Mailun sneered and gave Su Mingan a cotton coat. The texture was not very good, but it could barely keep him warm:

"Put on some clothes, you'll be in trouble if you freeze to death."

Su Ming'an always wore a thin white coat, which was incompatible with the people wearing heavy cotton clothes.

"No need." Su Mingan said.

He couldn't feel the cold at all. Even when facing the cold wind, it didn't affect his movements.

"Heh, it's up to you." Myron snorted coldly.

...This guy named Luvis is so arrogant, he still thinks he lived thirty years ago?

After unloading the cargo, Myron climbed into the driver's seat and the truck started again.

"Isn't this the 11th district? Where else should we go?" Su Mingan said.

The co-pilot's steel chuckled, his eyes even more sticky: "We are going to take you to the information registration office. You are a newcomer and you need to obtain an identity document. Otherwise, if you are caught by the patrol team in the city, you will be regarded as a spy.

of."

"When the time comes, 'click'." Gang Tie wiped his neck and smiled sinisterly: "They don't care whether you were a big shot thirty years ago. You don't have any privileges."

Su Mingan said nothing.

If he wants to join the camp, he'd better get a legal identity first.

"You'd better be honest and don't think too much." Gang Gang said: "You don't have any 'source' in you. You are so weak that you have no hope of exploring outside the city. If you want to survive in the city, you can at most do some waiter's work."

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Su Mingan, who was said to be "weak as hell": "..."

The truck was traveling in an increasingly remote direction, deviating from the location of the "Registration Office". It even began to drive upwards, as if climbing a mountain, getting further and further away from the core of District 11, and the surrounding greenery continued to recede.

But Su Mingan pretended not to notice this and just let Steel divert his attention.

"However, looking at your temperament... being a waiter is too wasteful." Gang Tie smiled slightly: "I think there is a better place for you. From the first time I saw you, I felt that you would be perfect for that place.

…”

"Chi" the truck suddenly braked.

They arrived at a hilltop villa.

The villa occupies a very large area, not only with a large garden, but also a golf course like a large playground. A white fence surrounds the land, and there is a scent of butter in the air.

The environment of this villa is excellent, like a paradise.

The car door opened wide, and Gang Tiang suddenly reached out and wanted to push Su Ming'an down.

Su Ming'an had already expected this. He held it with his backhand, and there was a "click" and the sound of bone cracking was heard.

Before Steel could scream, Su Mingan continued to stretch his hand forward and broke the opponent's neck with a "click". Myron, who was next to him, immediately raised the muzzle of his gun and fired at Su Mingan.

"Ding"

The bullet hit Su Ming'an's chest, as if it had hit a hard brick, not even penetrating the inner armor.

"You" Myron never thought that Su Mingan, a guy without a "source" in his body, would burst out with such terrifying power.

With a "click", Su Mingan twisted his gun, grabbed Myron's throat with one hand, leaned forward, and exploded with terrifying force, pressing the strong Myron on the steering wheel, ready to go at any time

Break Myron's neck.

"Let me ask you...where is this place?" Su Mingan gestured to the gorgeous and beautiful villa area outside.

Myron's face turned pale and he couldn't move.

… Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

How come he can encounter such a monster just by picking up someone in the hibernation cabin? He obviously can't sense the aura of the other person's source!
To be continued...