The sunlight passed through the shade of the trees, leaving mottled light and shadow on the ground. A palm pushed aside the bushes, revealing a haggard face.

It had been seven days since he had escaped. Han Xiao had lived in the jungle for seven days. He had eaten all the military rations and fresh water, and only a bunch of equipment from the captured Night Owl team was left in his backpack.

At the cost of destroying his light power arm, he jammed Yin Dao's dagger. What happened next was a matter of course. Even if he only had a layer of blood skin left, he could beat Yin Dao, who was not good at melee combat. How could the Flying Dragon Rider lose to Poison?

It’s impossible for me to lose!

Anyway, he had the blueprints and materials to rebuild the equipment, and he didn't feel bad at all. It was too common for mechanics to damage equipment in battle.

The medical conditions in the jungle are very poor. Fortunately, his endurance attribute is high enough, so he doesn't have to worry about wound inflammation and other problems. He endures the pain and digs out the bullet, and the wound will slowly heal. The wound caused by the sniper rifle is a bit troublesome. It got stuck in the gap between the shoulder blades. In order to

After digging out the bullet, Han Xiao was so painful that it took him half an hour to recover. The second master scraped his bones to heal his wounds and sat watching the painting style of "Spring and Autumn". Han Xiao felt that it did not match him at all.

With the blessing of the goddess of luck along the way, he did not encounter ferocious beasts, and several long-eared rabbits he encountered entered his stomach. The beasts of Aquamarine Star are very ferocious, and there are even some intelligent beasts, which have attacked him many times in history.

In cities, some powerful beasts such as whale elephants that live on land and sea are more than tens of meters in length, width and height. They are invulnerable to guns and can even destroy a city alone.

Although Han Xiao remembered the map of Aquamarine, he had no choice but to know where he was. He could only imitate Kuafu and run in the direction of the rising sun. He slept in a tree at night and was woken up by bugs seven or eight times a night.

, more often than not at night, I deeply understand that mosquitoes are one of the most annoying creatures in the world.

"When can we get out of this forest?"

Han Xiao was panting.

At this time, a camp appeared in the distance. Wood, cement and scrap metal formed odd-shaped fences and ground thorns. This was a simple defensive measure. There were dozens of felt tents in the camp, and wisps of smoke rose up, clearly showing the sea blue.

A very common wanderer settlement on the planet.

Han Xiao was immediately overjoyed. He was in urgent need of supplies.

After walking a few dozen meters forward, Han Xiao's expression suddenly changed and he retreated quickly.

He saw the dust on the ground in front of him surging, and a large net of thick ropes suddenly rose up. Thin metal sheets were tied to the mesh. This was a dangerous knife net trap. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise he would have had a lot of wounds on his body.

hole.

"This guy actually escaped!"

A long-haired young man walked out from behind the tree, wearing a wanderer outfit sewn with various animal skins. He looked at Han Xiao with malice, held a homemade shotgun, pointed it at Han Xiao's head, and said arrogantly: "

Stop, don't move!"

This young man was obviously a resident of the settlement. Han Xiao didn't want to cause conflict, so he raised his hands and said, "I'm just a passerby."

"Passing by?"

The long-haired young man noticed Han Xiao's bulging bag, and immediately became interested in making money, with greedy eyes, "What's in your bag? Take it all out for me!"

When Han Xiao saw this, he sighed secretly. He might have been robbed. No wonder the size of the knife net trap was about the same as the human body. It was originally used to catch people. In troubled times, human life is as cheap as grass, and most wanderers refuse to join the six.

The harsh environment in the wild has cultivated their greedy habits like hyenas. Killing people and robbing resources is too common.

"Are you deaf? Take out the things!" The long-haired young man cursed and came closer, hitting Han Xiao's forehead with a homemade shotgun.

The backpack was full of guns and ammunition, and it was the standard equipment of the Germinating Organization. How could it be displayed? Han Xiao was indifferent.

"Can't you understand what I'm saying? Believe it or not, I'll fuck you up in one go!" The long-haired young man pulled the gun's bolt with a fierce expression.

At this moment, Han Xiao moved, with the force of a jingle bell, he raised his elbow and struck the long-haired young man's chest hard. The long-haired young man screamed and flew backwards. Han Xiao grabbed the soil with his other hand.

Making shotguns.

"It's over, we've hit a rough patch!"

The long-haired young man clutched his chest, panicked, and crawled back using his hands and feet, just wanting to stay away from this murderous man.

Han Xiao untied the knife net trap, pulled out a thick rope, tied the grunting long-haired young man to a tree, picked up the homemade shotgun, and took a look at it.

The workmanship of this gun is rough, the barrel is crooked, and it will explode when fired. Using this kind of thing for robbery is just a lack of brains. However, this also proves that this young man has never killed anyone. He is just bluffing people.

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Seeing Han Xiao pick up the gun, the long-haired young man panicked and hurriedly begged for mercy: "Brother, I am too blind to see Mount Tai. Please forgive me."

Han Xiao slapped him on the head and shouted: "Only now do you realize that you were wrong?!"

The long-haired young man had no backbone and said hurriedly: "Wrong, wrong."

"Where is wrong?"

The long-haired young man hesitated for a while and then asked cautiously: "Should I bring an extra gun?"

Han Xiao laughed angrily, "You're pretty damn naughty!"

"You sir have a lot of money, just treat me like a fart." The long-haired young man cried sadly.

"Get out of here, I don't have a big ass like you."

Han Xiao raised the butt of his gun and knocked the long-haired young man unconscious. He shook his head helplessly. This man was a resident of the settlement. He had to enter the settlement to buy food and water. He didn't want to kill someone and cause a bigger trouble, so he had to tie him up and knock him unconscious.

"You're lucky." Han Xiao muttered.

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After trekking for half an hour, Han Xiao finally walked into the wanderer settlement. The residents here looked at him with wary eyes.

The wild environment is dangerous, and wilderness wanderers stick together to avoid foreigners. Although outsiders are rare, they have not happened before, so Han Xiao has not been watched like a monkey in the zoo.

Wilderness wanderers live like gypsies, migrating frequently. Next to each tent, there is a small pickup truck covered with a dustproof cloth. These pickup trucks are basically modified vehicles, stained with rust, and some even

There is no outer shell installed on the car, and the frame is exposed to the air.

A pickup truck represents a family. This settlement is small, with only a few dozen families, but although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. Han Xiao successfully found the market, where a bearded white man was doing business on the side of the pickup truck.

"Outsiders?" The bearded businessman glanced at Han Xiao indifferently, "Do you know the rules here?"

"What rules?"

"We only accept barter."

That's great, I don't even have half a dime on me.

"I need a map, three buckets of water, five kilograms of food, dried meat, and bread." Han Xiao grabbed a pile of bullets from his bag, "I want to use these to pay."

"Ammunition?" The bearded businessman's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously looked at Han Xiao's bulging backpack with a look of greed.

Ammunition is the hard currency in the wild, and all rogues have a need for bullets. The craftsmanship of bullets is more complicated than that of native guns. Even if small-scale rogues can make ammunition, the production capacity is horribly low, and each shot is one less.

"One hundred and fifty bullets," the bearded businessman said.

Han Xiao's face darkened, "You are asking for a lot of money!"

What he wants is just daily supplies, and the market price will never exceed one hundred. Even considering the scarcity of resources in the wild environment, the premium cannot exceed five hundred percent.

As for the bullets? Each one costs at least three yuan. This is still the lowest quality local bullet. Every brass bullet Han Xiao gave is a high-quality ammunition produced on the assembly line. The shell is shiny, brand new and exquisite, and ten yuan is not counted.

Expensive, 150 bullets are worth at least 1,500. Han Xiao only brought 300 bullets, and half of him would be killed this time. It was clearly killing people.

"Don't buy it if you have the ability." The bearded man lowered his head and polished his fingernails in his spare time, with an air of "I'm sure of you."
Chapter completed!