The worn tracked car drove on the traceless ice layer.
This ice layer has a lot of impurities, and the tracks will not slip. They can safely drive at a higher speed.
Of course, they were not very relieved. The source of this emotion was a young man with black hair and black eyes sitting in the back seat of the car.
By this time Mu Su was unable to get a piece of clothing.
The atmosphere in the car was quiet and awkward. The two in the front seats were stiff and motionless, and only occasionally glanced at them through the rearview mirror.
Those who break the law in the federal government are only afraid of two types of people: federal and unknown origin.
Mu Su belongs to the latter. According to general convention, this kind of character should be discarded at the outside world at more than 100 degrees below zero and wait for him to turn into an ice sculpture.
However, Mu Su fell from the sky and did not wear anything. Their remarks made them afraid and dared not resist.
Fortunately, this mysterious guy seems to be injured and doesn't have much malicious intentions at the moment.
More than ten minutes later, the tracked car stopped in front of their residence.
"Let's go open the door and the garage, Sun...Sir, you're here for a while." Rowell called Mu Su very much. After saying that, he winked at the scar man and got off the car one after another.
The cold air was briefly poured into the car and was isolated when the door was closed.
The temperature in the car dropped by nearly 50°c in a short period of time. Mu Su shivered for a while, and finally he didn't have to force himself and rub his cold face with his hands.
"There is no heating in the car, so you can kill me." Mu Su cursed.
He felt that he had been in conflict with the cold recently, because he had been in the sun for a long time?
Their residence is not far from the garbage dump. A few kilometers away is the garbage dumping place for the ownerless chaebol. Being too close is to place the garbage to leave the position and hit them. You should know that at the beginning, a group of escapees really happened.
Several times.
The square-shaped waste compressed metal is spliced ​​together and used as a courtyard wall. The height of three meters is enough to withstand the bitter cold wind of -230°C at night.
The temperature of nearly minus 200 degrees Celsius was not enough for most instruments. Rowell, who could hold on, could not afford to be extravagant. Therefore, their door was still used in a very old-fashioned way: push it open by manpower.
With the sound of teeth rubbing, the two struggled to push the iron door.
"Boy, you're dead." The scared man's muscles were tense, and his tone was ejaculated with his strength.
"I can't blame me..." Rowell gritted his teeth. He felt wronged. "Who would have thought that it was a human... No, it might not be a human at all."
The scarred man stepped on the iron door frame. With the sore teeth, he roared with all his strength: "No matter what method you use, hurry up and settle him for me!"
The fog sprayed the mask on it, and it was blurred. I was frightened and looked at the car.
Fortunately, the young man was still sitting in the back seat with a cold face.
But how did his face turn red...
With a hint of doubt in his heart, Rowell and the scarred man pushed open the iron door. Then he returned to the car and drove into the yard.
Rowell invited Mu Su to enter the residence. The scarred man closed the door outside and unloaded the fuel and today's income from the car. All of this work was done by Rowell, but he didn't want to have any contact with Mu Su.
“It’s a bit simple…”
Rowell quickly closed the door, ran to the front and kicked the road blocker, so he could clear the way to the sofa.
From the outside, the accommodation is not big, but from the inside, the accommodation is even smaller. The living room, which is not big, is piled up with various metals and items, making it crowded and small. The food that has not been eaten and smelly socks are piled on the dining table together.
The temperature in the room was not very high, and a layer of ice slag ridges had appeared on a glass of water on the table.
In the corner, there was an exaggerated TV they owned.
The mute symbol appears in the lower left corner, and a TV series is playing.
The bright colors and extremely low resolution fluorescent screen, as well as the iconic big butt, all indicate that this guy... is actually a TV with a camera.
If their TVs were bought, the gold digger who sold them must be a profiteer.
On the other corner of the living room are two doors facing each other.
One door opened, and the messy bedroom inside was completely visible. Another door was half open, and a figure stood by the door.
He was a tall woman with a delicate and gentle face. He felt that he would definitely be very warm when he got along with her.
In a room close to zero, she was wearing only a sexy-style underwear, and her bare skin revealed large circuit boards and metal circuits. Her long black hair that should have been smooth and smooth was covered with oil stains, making it sticky, and the skin seemed to have been radiated.
Like, scratches and spots.
She couldn't see the emotions, and she held the door frame like a machine, silently staring at Mu Su.
A third generation synthetic.
And he looks very much like Mu Su, but he has nothing on him.
Seeing Musu looking at her, Rowell introduced: "Our sex...our servant."
Rowell threw away the pile of clothes on the sofa, and saw Mu Su sitting down without mind, and breathing a sigh of relief.
The scar man came in and threw their goods today into the cleared space, and went out to unload the fuel.
"Sun... Lord Wukong." Rowell gritted his teeth and called out a very familiar and unthinkable name.
"How did you fall from there?"
He pointed to the top of his head.
Mu Su coughed lightly and said seriously: "I am Sun Wukong of m78 nebula. Because I was attacked by hostile forces in the solar system, I fell to Europa. If you are willing to help me leave and provide a certain amount of travel expenses, wait until I return to m78 nebula.
Make you the Sons.”
"Uh...we will definitely help you." Rowell was stunned for a moment and replied with a dry smile.
Just as he didn't know the true or false in Mu Su's words, Mu Su didn't know the true or false in his words.
Bang
The scar man pushed the door and brought a cool air conditioner.
He closed the door with his backhand and placed a bucket of fuel next to the door. He ignored Mu Su and walked straight to the room.
"He... is more afraid of life." Rowell found a far-fetched excuse.
In a sense, it is a smart approach. If he has a bad temper, he cannot show his weakness, so he might as well not relieve himself.
Just as Rowell finished speaking, a scream rang out.
Looking sideways, the scarred man entered the bedroom, grabbed the woman's hair with one hand, and dragged her into it.
The woman grabbed her hair, and her gentle face suddenly showed struggle and despair.
A synthetic man who awakens his self-awareness.
A miserable synthetic man.
The rustling sound of heavy objects falling and clothes taking off came from behind the door that had never been closed.
Lily took off her bulky protective suit, unbuttoned her pants, held the woman's ankle and raised it. Just as he was about to do something, he suddenly felt strange. She subconsciously looked back.
Chapter completed!