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Chapter 139 The Wasteland of the Earth (12)

Chapter 139 The Wasteland of the Earth (12)

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied.

The man nodded when he heard this, "Okay, it's okay, let's go filter the channel." After saying this, he called the four people around him to take the equipment to carry out fuel supply and cabin maintenance.

Hank led Feng Bujue and Kuangzong Jianying off the platform. They did not take the elevator, but went down a flight of stairs next to it. The elevator was reserved exclusively for the supply team.

While walking on the stairs, Kuang Zong Jianying finally couldn't help but ask, "Don't you think it's strange?" He looked at Feng Bujue and said, "You just said it verbally and didn't pick up the thing, so he believed it.

He then turned to Hank: "Don't you need to undergo inspection or something? See if there are any private items."

Hank replied in surprise: "Private possession? What are you talking about...Who would do this? Once discovered, it is a capital crime!" He paused: "Besides, what are the benefits of hiding items privately?"

Kuang Zong Jian Ying was speechless by the other party's reaction.

Feng Bujue smiled and said: "Don't talk about private ownership of property with slaves. For them, even money is meaningless. The only thing with private value is food. But when they are starving to death, for more money

It’s not worth the risk of taking a few bites.”

"Slaves..." Hank read: "What does that mean? And...private ownership is?"

Feng Bujue shrugged: "It's better that you don't know some things, Hank."

The three of them walked all the way down, and after reaching the bottom floor, they turned into a passage. This passage looked very unstable, because the walls of the passage were not all made of metal, but were made of rocks and supports.

The lighting equipment is also very crude. Overall, this passage looks like a mine with extremely poor safety. It would not be surprising if it suddenly collapsed.

After walking for about three hundred meters, they came to a place like a sentry. It was a hexagonal metal sentry with a window to the outside. It looked like a toll booth on the side of the highway, but the shape was different.

They stopped in front of the window, and the staff member sitting inside said in a formulaic tone: "Number, name, departure time from the village."

"Scavenger team, number 24. Hank, Javi, Joey." Hank replied, "Leaving the village this morning."

The other party looked at the document at hand, then looked up at the three people in front of him: "Two people were lost?"

"Yes." Feng Bujue replied.

"What a pity." The man responded, and then said: "You didn't lose the key to the locker room, right?"

"No." Hank replied. The scavenger team usually leaves the locker room key in the shark cabin, and no team member will take it with them when they go out.

The man looked up at the time (the clock in Shenyou Village divides the day into ten periods, with corresponding special clocks), then scribbled a few more strokes on the document, and said: "Go in, please ensure the changing room

Keep your body clean and tidy, and keep your body still when undergoing 'filtering' to avoid injury accidents." He was a little absent-minded when he said this. He probably vomited because these sentences were probably prescribed terms.

The three of them continued to move forward. In front of them was another passage, all made of metal. This passage was not long, about a hundred meters, and the surrounding area gradually became wider. The gate at the end was more than five meters high, and the area behind the gate was very large.

For example, the platform of a train station is at least as large as an acre of land. It is fan-shaped and has a top height of seven or eight meters. There are many metal pillars standing on it, each with a number on it.

Feng Bujue and Kuangzong Jianying passed through this area under the leadership of Hank. On the opposite side of the fan-shaped hall, on the "arc", there were numerous metal doors with a height of about 1.9 meters.

One meter wide, these doors are closed, and the inside is naturally the dressing room.

Hank opened the door with the key, and they walked into one of the rooms. The inside was unexpectedly narrow, and they were faced with five separate compartments like phone booths. These compartments should be used to "filter" the scavengers.

installation.

Hank explained: "Go in, sit down, and wait for a while."

Feng Bujue nodded and winked at his teammates again. Kuangzong Jianying had already reacted like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water. The killing game became a team survival feeling. He was also speechless. Anyway, the crazy brother said

What, he just does it... In a sense, the remaining Doomsday Raid is no different from the dead, so Crazy Trace Sword Shadow now has an indifferent mentality.

He originally thought that Feng Bujue's previous words, "Let's be a little more serious and get rid of these two guys and show them what strength is" meant to have a shocking fight and compete with the opponent in terms of combat ability.

Let them know that real masters can defeat even the most dangerous ones. They never expected...the words "serious", "strength" and "kill" mentioned by the crazy brother are completely different.

concept.

There is a saying that conquering the enemy without fighting, Feng Bujue's approach is to kill people without fighting. Now Kuangzong Jianying finally understands, the crazy brother is worthy of "looking at the sky with a smile and a thousand armies to defeat it"

, a man who determines the cause and effect of the world. For a non-combatant player, fighting itself is the worst strategy and the worst plan. Achieving the goal without taking risks is his strength.

manifestation.

If it weren't for Feng Bujue, Kuangzong Jianying would never have thought that he could win a killing game like this. He couldn't help but feel a little lucky and scared. Thinking of the previous duel, what if he and Feng Bujue weren't the same from the beginning?

encounter, or if it is a 2v2 or 3v3 team battle, then I will probably end up with the same fate as the two corpse swordsmen, and it will be useless even if I can fight again.

As the script progressed, Kuangzong Jianying felt more and more that Feng Bujue was of extraordinary value. In some other games, the evaluation of star players basically depends on their combat ability, but in Thriller Paradise,

The benefits that a player like Feng Bujue can bring may even exceed those of the top ten players in the combat power rankings.

Unfortunately, it seems impossible to invite Feng Bujue to join Jianghu. Although Kuangzong Jianying is not as good at reading people as their leader [Laughing Asking the Sky], his intuition is very accurate. He knows very well that in the world of the game

, a person like Feng Bujue will not succumb to others. Even if he becomes someone else's subordinate for a while, it will not last long.

What this kind of player pursues is a kind of freedom, freedom, and fun. The most unbearable thing is to be sent around. Of course, they don’t like to force others to do things. Kuang Zong Jianying himself is actually this kind of person, [Laugh to Ask Heaven

] and [Wu Dao Ke] are his buddies in real life, and the three of them are the founders of Jianghu Studio, so he can stay. If he is allowed to work in another studio, no matter how good the treatment is, he

He wouldn't go either, he would rather work alone. This is why Order's poaching of the Dao Jian Xiao trio and its plan to merge Jianghu were unsuccessful.

For players like Feng Bujue, Kuangzong Jianying is quite appreciative, and feels a bit sympathetic to each other. Although there is no hope of invitation, wooing and cooperation can still be considered. Master Jian has also memorized the badge of "Hell Front"

Well, no matter what the size of this club is, with players like Crazy Brother existing, it is definitely not the kind of organization where idiots and war scum gather. Even if they don't get along, they must try to avoid any conflicts.

In short, there is only one idea: if conditions permit, it is best not to become enemies with people like Feng Bujue...

…………

The three of them each walked into a compartment. There was only one seat in the compartment. After they sat down, what happened next was very bad.

The chair Feng Bujue was sitting on gradually sank, and after reaching the surface under the floor, it began to move forward slowly.

He felt like he was sitting on the conveyor belt of a car wash. Although his eyes were dark, he could feel the water and air washing over his body.

Rather than disinfecting people, it is better to say that people are used as hangers to clean protective clothing.

Fortunately, this process is not long, and it cannot be called painful. In less than a minute, the "filtering" is over. A metal plate directly in front of it automatically rises, and the light illuminates the road ahead. At this time, the three people see what is happening.

It is a "locker room" in the true sense of the word.

Feng Bujue stood up and walked out, and the metal plate behind him fell again. The room he was in at this time was about 20 square meters, with a row of lockers against the wall, and a bench fixed to the floor across the middle of the room.

, the four walls are also made of metal, and the light cast on the ceiling is quite sufficient.

Hank and Kuangzong Jianying arrived here almost at the same time. Hank said: "There are clothes in the locker that you can change into. After taking off the protective clothing, just put it in there." He didn't know that there was nothing the two players could do.

They change clothes in the script. They can wear protective clothing because protective clothing is defined as a functional plot item and is worn outside the costume. When wearing protective clothing, the player's own clothing does not actually change.

.But the clothes in these cabinets cannot be changed.

Feng Bujue didn't say anything. He just walked forward and opened one of the five cabinets. As he expected, these cabinets were unlocked. And he immediately discovered that everyone's clothes were of the same style.

Kuang Zong Jianying also opened a cabinet, and after getting the clothes, he said: "This is the first time I have found 'costumes' in the script." He smiled: "If it is still a closed beta now, wear these two sets when you go out.

He must be regarded as a god-like being."

"Hmm... It's a pity that it's not in closed beta now." Feng Bujue said: "This kind of unattractive costume, even if it comes with the script, it probably won't sell for much money."

He was right. The standard clothing of the villagers in Shenyou Village is extremely simple in design. It consists of a long-sleeved top and trousers. The color is all gray-brown. There are no patterns or patterns on the clothes. The position and style of the pockets are also quite satisfactory.

The collar is an ordinary round collar.

"What should we do? We can't adjust the items in the clothing column in the script." Kuangzong Jianying asked.

Feng Bujue replied in a matter-of-fact tone: "Just continue to wear protective clothing."

Hank heard this and said: "But in the residential area, we all wear..."

Feng Bujue waved his hand and interrupted Hank: "I have my own plan, just change your clothes yourself." (To be continued.

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