"Open your backpack and I'll take a look." Link refused to let go of any details. Only by checking all of them can he put down his alert.

Forbes dared not hesitate at all, so he quickly took off his backpack, unzipped the zipper, and poured out everything inside.

Canned food, water, compressed cookies, paper towels, and a bowling-sized piece of cooked beef wrapped in plastic wrap.

Just when Link was attracted by these ‘hard currency’…

Dingbang!

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

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

Link said nothing and watched Forbes' performance quietly.

"Okay, I admit that it does have a self-defense effect in it."

Link pointed a gun at Forbes and gave another order: "Get up, lift up your clothes, and turn them around."

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

Forbes covered his butt with both hands, his pupils flashing and sweating profusely.

He had heard of this kind of thing when he was in the camp. After all, the desert is remote, and there are all slaves and mercenaries in the camp...

Forbes clenched his lip and evaluated the current risks.

If the other party has a gun in his hand, he will be burping if he shoots himself.

...I just shed some blood and suffered some pain, and I gritted my teeth and passed.

It is not to die in such a place that you have tried your best to escape at the risk of being discovered and beaten to death by a mercenary!

To live, I endure it!

"Hurry up, don't be too slow!" Link shook the black pistol in his hand again, and the threat was very strong.

Forbes took a deep breath, his hands trembling as he grabbed Linen Buyi.

Forbes lifted up the linen, turned his back to Link, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes and said: Then please!

Link: Black question mark face.jpg.

...

Wasteland Gang Headquarters.

The operator's signal is cut off.

The slave's last shouting really broke his perception of this matter.

Report all satellite phone videos, voice content and situations to the responsible leader.

The responsible leader hurriedly reported with information.

"General, the latest news on the front line! The last soldier of ours was also killed! Here is a video and recording of the last shot of the satellite phone."

As the video and recordings were played, the camp tent was silent.

"The rescued helicopter can be withdrawn."

Everyone is dead, so what is sent to do to send a helicopter? Maybe there is an ambush in the Mechanical Divine Cult.

"Have you confirmed the identity?"

"Confirmed. This person was captured by soldiers from the desert caravan last year, and was then mixed into the slave camp to participate in the ancient ruin excavation plan. It is indeed a bit strange in terms of time."

"Then it is probably a spy installed by the Mechanical Divine Cult. Maybe the destruction of ancient ruins this time is related to this person."

Bang!

The general smashed his fist on the table and was furious.

This time, the excavation of ancient ruins was a project he took on in the wasteland parliament and spent a lot of money to collect.

But now that money has been spent, manpower and materials have been poured in, suddenly a quicksand has ruined everything.

All were wasted!

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

"In addition, now only the spies from the Mechanical God Cult know the inside story and the truth. I post a photo. No matter whether you are looking for a bounty hunter or a killer, I only ask for the result to catch him back for me. I want to know the truth! I don't believe that he will stay on the territory of the Mechanical God Cult for the rest of his life and will 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 sinking ancient ruins.

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

Link looked at Forbes' two big butts with complicated expression.

Subconsciously, he told him that the fat man in front of him was an extremely dangerous person!

A person who can stick his butt up anytime, anywhere is definitely a cruel person.

The treasure hunter standing beside him stretched out his claws to cover his eyes, but the gap between his claws was very large and he couldn't turn his eyes. He looked at Forbes, then looked at his master Link, his small eyes full of big doubts.

"What are you putting on your mind? You can put your clothes down!"

Link moved his eyes away from Forbes' black butt, and there was a faint mist of water at the corner of his eyes.

Hot eyes.

Forbes trembled all over, and his expression seemed to be a ghost on his face.

Isn't you interested in him?

Not even worth it?

Are you going to be shot?

Forbes put down his linen in decadently, and two lines of clear tears on his dark cheeks shone under the sunlight.

He turned around and knelt on the ground, crying and said, "Please let me have a way out, let me do whatever you want!"

Link put the pistol on the safe side and walked slowly to Forbes: "I'm a slave too, there's no need to kill you. What are your plans next?"

Forbes looked up at Link in surprise, with only two words in his eyes that he didn't believe it.

Those mercenaries were all strong men, and the slaves in front of them were thin and could be blown down with a gust of wind.

Just this, how can you defeat the mercenaries and escape?

Forbes ran out of the trunk of the jeep and heard the sound of fire fighting in the blue wall maze. In his opinion, this man must be a mercenary or a special identity with the Wasteland Gang. Joe disguised himself as a slave to obtain his intelligence information.

Link exhaled a breath of turbid air, a little helpless.

To be honest, he fell in love with Forbes's backpack of food.

If it is an enemy, he will shoot and snatch the treasure without hesitation, without any psychological pressure.

But this timid fat man was also a suffering slave. He was able to escape from quicksand all depended on luck. He really couldn't bear to steal the supplies and throw him here alone.

What's more, I have just escaped from Longtan now, and there is a tiger's den that the Mechanical Divine Sect wants to break into, with multiple people and multiple help.

"Come with me!"

Link said fiercely and walked ahead to lead the way.

Forbes knelt on the ground without reacting. The treasure hunter ran behind him and stretched out his little claws to push the fat man's body, and he used his strength to eat without any response.

The treasure hunter rat bulged with anger, pulled her clothes and ran to Forbes' neck collar... and pinched the collar with one hand and tickled Forbes' neck with the other.

Seeing that a small and sharp claws were passing through the skin, Forbes immediately came back to his senses and shivered, with goose bumps all over the floor, and ran away.

The treasure hunter is like a knight, holding the reins and trying to tame a manic black-skinned wild boar, relying on his collar to control the direction of Forbes running wildly.

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

The treasure hunter rode Forbes and ran to the maze before Link. Because he was too big, he turned and had too strong inertia. When he arrived at the mercenary's body, he had no time to brake and fainted.

The treasure hunter jumped from Forbes, whizzed in the air, and finally landed on the ground in a steady manner.

Forbes slowly woke up. When he opened his eyes, his vision was still blurry, but the scene he saw suddenly woke him up, and his body was covered in cold sweat. He saw Link cutting something with a dagger, and he was surrounded by two blood-stained bodies.

Forbes suddenly shrank and hid in the corner, in great horror, as if he had thought of his own ending.

"You're awake?"

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

Forbes was so scared that he dodged away, and then rubbed his eyes before he could see clearly that it was a pair of military boots.

The military boots were modified and cut off the closed round head part in front and turned into sandals with exposed toes.

Look at the two corpses on the ground again. They are all mercenaries. One of them has a green T-shirt with upper body has been soaked in blood. The other one is simply naked and you can clearly see the bullet holes on your body.

"Try to fit or not."

Forbes's heart is completely confused now, and he doesn't understand the current situation at all. He can only be at the mercy of a puppet.

‘Forced’ toes on military boots, revealing five toes.

How to say emmmmm? It’s just that the military boots are cut a little too much, the toes are a little exposed, and the others are fine.

"Release your feet and let me see."
To be continued...