The dilapidated tracked vehicle drove on the unmarked ice.
This ice layer has a lot of impurities, and the tracks will not slip when running over it. They can safely drive at a higher speed.
Of course, they were not very reassured. The source of this emotion was a young man with no hair, black hair and black eyes sitting in the back seat of the car.
Until now, Musu had not been able to find any clothes.
The atmosphere in the car was silent and awkward. The two people in the front seat were stiff and motionless, only occasionally sneaking a glance through the rearview mirror.
Those guys who commit crimes in the federation are most afraid of only two kinds of people: those from the federation and those of unknown origin.
Mu Su belongs to the latter. According to general practice, this kind of character should be abandoned in the outside world at more than one hundred degrees below zero, waiting for him to turn into an ice sculpture.
However, Musu fell from the sky, was wearing nothing, and it was no big deal, and his remarks made them fearful and did not dare to resist.
Fortunately, so far, this mysterious guy seems to be injured, and he doesn't have much malice.
Ten minutes later, the crawler truck stopped in front of their residence.
"Let's open the gate and garage. Mr. Sun, please wait here for a moment." Rowell called Mu Su awkwardly. After speaking, he glanced at the scarred man and the two got out of the car one after another.
The cold air flows into the car for a short time and is isolated when the door is closed.
The temperature inside the car dropped by nearly 50°C in a short period of time. Musu shivered and finally stopped holding on and rubbed his cold face with his hands.
"I didn't even turn on the heater in the car. I'm going to sting you to death." Mu Su cursed.
He felt that he had been conflicted with the cold recently. Could it be because he stayed in the sun for too long?
They live not far from the garbage dump. A few kilometers away is the place where the ownerless chaebol throws garbage. The reason for not being too close is to put the garbage out of position and hit them. You must know that what happened to the first batch of escapees really happened
Several times.
Square-shaped discarded compressed metals were spliced together to serve as courtyard walls. The height of three meters is enough to withstand the freezing cold wind of -230°C at night.
At a temperature of nearly 200 degrees below zero, most instruments could not hold up. But Rowell, who could, or all the escapees could not afford the luxury. Therefore, they still used a very old-fashioned method: pushing open the door manually.
Amidst the grinding sound of teeth grinding, the two struggled to push the iron door.
"Boy, you're dead." The scarred man's muscles tightened, and his tone was filled with anger and strength.
"You can't blame me..." Rowell gritted his teeth. He felt aggrieved. "Who would have thought that it was actually a human being... No, it might not be a human being at all."
The scarred man stepped on the iron door frame with his shoe nails, and with the scratching sound of his teeth, he summoned all his strength and shouted: "No matter what method you use, get rid of him quickly!"
The mist sprayed on the mask, making it blurry. I glanced at the car with fear.
Fortunately, the young man was still sitting in the back seat with an indifferent expression.
It’s just that his face is red...
With a trace of doubt in his heart, Rowell and the scarred man pushed open the iron door. Then they got back in the car and drove into the yard.
Rowell invited Mu Su into his residence. The scarred man closed the door outside and unloaded the fuel and today's earnings from the car. Rowell did all this work, but he did not want to have any contact with Mu Su.
"This place is relatively simple..."
Rowell quickly closed the door, then ran forward and kicked away the obstacles, creating a path for Mu Suqing to reach the sofa smoothly.
The residence doesn't look big from the outside, and it looks even smaller from the inside. The living room, which is not large, is cluttered with various metals and objects, making it look cramped and cramped. Uneaten food is piled on the dining table together with smelly socks.
The temperature in the room was not very high, and a layer of ice shards had appeared on the glass of water on the table.
In the corner, there is an exaggerated TV set they own.
The mute symbol appears in the lower left corner, and a TV series is playing on the TV.
The bright colors, the extremely low-resolution fluorescent screen, and the iconic big butt all indicate that this thing... is actually a CRT TV.
If their TV sets were bought, the gold digger who sold them must be a profiteer.
In the other corner of the living room are two doors facing each other.
One door opened, revealing the messy bedroom inside. The other door was half-open, and a figure stood beside the door.
She was a tall woman. Her delicate and soft face made people feel that getting along with her would be very warm.
She was actually only wearing a set of sexy lingerie in a room with temperatures close to zero. Her bare skin exposed a large area of circuit boards and metal circuits. Her long black hair, which should have been smooth and smooth, was covered in oil stains and strands, and her skin seemed to have been radiated.
Like, scratches and spots.
She couldn't see her emotions. She was holding on to the door frame like a machine and watching Mu Su silently.
A third-generation synthetic human.
And he is very similar to Mu Su - he has nothing on him.
Seeing Mu Su looking at her, Rowell introduced: "Our sex...our servant."
Rowell threw away the pile of clothes on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Mu Su sitting down without any concern.
The scarred man came in, threw today's goods into the newly cleared space, and went out to unload the fuel.
"Sir... Wukong." Rowell forced himself to call out a name that was very familiar but could not be thought of.
"How did you fall from there?"
He pointed to the top of his head.
Mu Su coughed lightly and said slightly seriously: "I am Sun Wukong from the M78 Nebula. I was attacked by hostile forces in the solar system and fell to Europa. If you are willing to help me leave and provide a certain amount of travel expenses, I will be there when I return to the M78 Nebula.
I will make you a holy son."
"Uh...we will definitely help you." Rowell was stunned for a moment and replied with a dry smile.
Just like he didn't know the truth or falsehood of Mu Su's words, Mu Su also didn't know the truth or falsehoods of his words.
Bang——
The scarred man pushed open the door and came in, bringing with him a blast of air conditioning.
He closed the door with his backhand and put a bucket of fuel next to the door. He ignored Mu Su and walked straight to the room.
"He... is more afraid of strangers." Rowell found a rather far-fetched excuse.
In a sense, this is a smart move. He has a bad temper and can't bow down and show weakness to others, so he simply doesn't have any contact with him.
Just as Rowell finished speaking, a scream rang out.
Looking sideways, he saw the scarred man entering the bedroom, grabbing the woman's hair with one hand and dragging her in.
The woman pulled her hair, and for a moment, struggle and despair appeared on her gentle face.
A synthetic human awakening to self-awareness.
A miserable synth.
The sound of heavy objects falling and clothes being taken off came from behind the unclosed door.
Rowell took off the bulky protective clothing, unbuttoned his pants without taking off his clothes, held the woman's ankles, lifted them up, and pressed on her.
Just when he was about to do something, something strange suddenly occurred to him. He subconsciously looked back.
He saw Mu Su peeking through the crack of the door with a sinister look on his face.