Surte stood lonely in the wind, holding a chewing gum wrapper in his hand. To be honest, Surte has very good taste in chewing gum. It can be said that in the vast wasteland, that chewing gum wrapper
The paper is like a pearl without dust, with a touch of bohemian and unrestrained, and a beautiful color that is incompatible with the general environment.
Whenever it turns over in the wind and exposes the tinfoil layer on the back, it will reflect a different light.
It can be seen that its previous owner also cherished it very much. The marks on the bends were carefully smoothed out. When the entire wrapping paper was opened, it must have been carefully unfolded little by little without any damage.
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The only regret is that the gum itself inside the wrapper has disappeared
"Isn't it just a piece of chewing gum? What's more?" Carl Weiler looked at Soult's bleak back, and the classic song "Yesterday Comes Again" seemed to be ringing in his ears.
"There are only 150 pieces of this chewing gum in circulation on the market, and it is divided into seven flavors. The one I bought is a colorful and cool combination pack with all flavors, one of a kind."
There was a sense of relief in Surte's voice as he said goodbye to his youth, and he said to himself: "How much inventory do you think can escape the destruction of the Apocalypse Day and the big storm?"
"If you want to say that, it seems true." Carl Weile couldn't help being brought into the mood. He let out a long breath and then realized what he was saying. "That's not right. How do you know this is the one you bought?"
No, wait! Did you hide the chewing gum in Australia before?"
Um?
Surte also came to his senses. He hid his inventory on the Moonlight Gold. How could he appear here? Or maybe there was another chewing gum lover with the same taste as him in this shabby place not long ago.
Just consumed your own inventory?
Impossible, there is no such thing as a coincidence, unless Surte looked at Carl Wiler, his eyes widened: "Is the Moonlight Gold here? You just threw it so casually, and you really hit it?"
"Luck is not an inevitable result of countless coincidences." Carl Weiler shrugged, with an expression as if it was a trivial matter not worth mentioning.
He was originally a playful person, otherwise he wouldn't have been immersed in torturing casino bosses in Las Vegas for so many years. It's just that all the people in Vault 2 were government employees, and they were all strict in bed.
, it was so uninteresting that it forced Carl Weile to seek higher spiritual pursuits.
Soult suddenly became excited. Australia is such a large territory, it is difficult to find a person, but it is not easy to find a ship, or a ship as conspicuous as the Moonlight Gold!
Just how long would it take to run a full circle along the Australian coastline?
"Let's set off now! Choose a direction, clockwise or counterclockwise!" Soult pinned Kalweiler to a chair and tied him up, letting him make a choice.
Carl Weiler sighed as if he was resigned to his fate, and took out a coin: "The letter will run clockwise, and the flower will run counterclockwise."
"Okay!" Surte turned his head and closed his eyes not to look. He was afraid that he could not help but enter the super-time flow and cheat.
"Word!" Carl Weiler clasped the coin, raised his hand and took a careful look. Seeing that he was about to touch Tang Ji's butt, he became a little excited. The world is so bad now, and we still need people like Tang Ji.
Only when people come to rectify it can we be strong enough.
Soult started running again. Because he was too excited, he also broke through the depth of the super-time flow again. However, there was no professional timing equipment at this time, so neither of them noticed this subtle gap.
They were like horses running wildly on the grassland. Of course, Carl Wiler might not be so horsey, he was just panting.
Because he chose the right direction, and because the Moonlight Gold was the kind of thing you would never notice without passing by, Surte saw the big ship docked on the shore just over twenty minutes later.
"Hell, this ship hasn't sunk to the bottom of the sea yet!" Carl Weile also had a smile on his face. Although he was taken to the ship by Tang Ji on the way, considering his homely nature,
He is almost the person in the entire team who has stayed on the Moonlight Gold the longest.
Soult braked suddenly, stopped directly in front of the Moonlight Gold, and ran up along the long anchor chain.
On the deck, Butler Forman was standing at the boarding gate to greet the sailors who were boarding the ship with curiosity and expectation on their faces. Due to the super-time flow, these people were like specimens in time amber.
The expression on Dongfang's face is so vivid.
Sirte stood on the deck and looked condescendingly towards the port, and finally saw Tangji not far away who was walking towards the Moonlight Gold!
Tang Ji was still wearing the windbreaker that he was used to wearing. As Tang Ji’s former residence, Forman had prepared reserve clothing for almost everyone in the team. However, considering Tang Ji’s character, Forman did not
To make any suggestions on Tang Ji's styling, he just asked the tailor to compare Tang Ji's figure and customize more than a hundred windbreakers with upgraded materials and unchanged styles, as well as a complete set of clothing inside.
After all, it was very convenient that Tang Ji's figure and size were public data all over the world at that time.
Tang Ji is still the same as before, time seems not to have left any traces on him, with a cigarette in his mouth, but the military backpack with the incense LOGO in his hand somewhat ruins the overall temperament. There is no way, Forman had
When purchasing logistics supplies, it was Mikkelsen's account and not online, so he bought these tactical equipment according to his own taste, and they were all co-branded luxury items.
"Head! Long time no see!" Soult exited the super-time flow directly and waved to Tang Ji with a gift box on the deck.
The sudden appearance of Surte startled the people around him, and many people subconsciously drew their guns. After seeing Surte, Foreman immediately used his housekeeper's ability to recognize people and recognized him as a grown-up.
Little Mr. Soult shouted loudly: "Don't shoot, they are guests on the ship!"
As for Tang Ji, Tang Ji was actually vaguely aware of Surte's movement. It was a kind of intuition. He felt that something was 'looking' at him, but because of Surte's progress, Tang Ji could no longer see him.
Surte was captured in the hyper-time stream.
When they first met, Surte could probably drive at 20 times the speed. Tang Ji could keep up with his strength, but now Surte was already racing towards the super-time flow at 200 times speed.
It is impossible for someone who is not a superhuman in this field to fight against Surte in this field.
Of course, this does not mean that Surt is qualified to dominate the Seven Original Sins. At least Tang Ji's Flame of Hatred can slow Surt down, and Wolfgang has other ways to deal with Surt's type of super.
Humanity.
But if Soult wants to kill Anne, he is completely capable now
Tang Ji lost his memory, so he naturally had no impression of Surte. Although he got to know Surte while watching the video on the Moonlight Gold, he couldn't stand it. Surte had grown up at this time, but fortunately his intuition had always been very good.
Yes, he saw that Soult had no ill intentions.
In order to let his father take a long vacation, Tang Anran simply set the time to erase his memory before the Red Sun incident. Unfortunately, he did not expect that his father's popularity as a legendary figure would last through the end of the world, even in the wasteland.
No one in the world knows your state, and it didn’t take long for you to start to recover your lost memories.
Soult threw the chair on his back directly on the deck together with Carl Wile, and jumped down from the deck of Moonlight Gold, which was seven or eight meters high, and suddenly appeared in front of Tang Ji, directly
A hug, hugging Tang Ji hard.
"I knew you would be fine!" Surte happily picked up Tang Ji and spun him around in circles. It can only be said that as an adult, Surte was almost as tall and stature as Tang Ji, but only slightly.
She looks a little slender, and her whole body has a streamlined beauty in her muscle lines.
"Put me down!" Tang Ji frowned and did not use violence. He just scolded. Surte immediately let go of his hand obediently and smiled sheepishly.
"I have lost a lot of memory, so the current situation is that you know me, but I don't know who you are." Tang Ji subconsciously wanted to light another cigarette, but when he touched the cigarette case, it was already empty.
"Amnesia? You?" Sirte's expression and tone vividly reflected what exaggeration is. He spun around in circles several times: "Head, are you kidding me? How could you have lost your memory? You have been through a nuclear bomb.
quality inspection”
After a while, Surte finally accepted this setting, and his whole person exuded the aura of an abandoned puppy: "Then you also forgot about me? I am Surte!"
"Have you grown so big?" Tang Ji compared the Surte in the video with the current Surte, and found that the facial features were indeed consistent, but as a leader among superhumans, Surte's appearance
It is true that deeper genetic optimization occurs with age.
"Boss, come back to the Federation with me. Uncle Saint and the others are waiting for you." Surte has a young mind after all. He thinks that returning is more important than anything else. You can recall things like that. If you can't recall, let someone else dictate it.
Once done.
"How did you get here?" Tang Ji also saw Carl Wile, who waved his hand to Tang Ji awkwardly on the deck. As a witness to the plan to wake Tang Ji, he now understood it, and at the same time, he also knew about Tang Ji's plan.
What exactly was taken away by Tang Anran?
But does Carl Weiler dare to speak? Of course he doesn't dare. Not to mention that this father and son may be the most difficult father and son in the world. The power Tang Anran showed alone made him unable to say a word.
I dare to say more.
"I ran here with him on my back." Soult said proudly: "It only took me sixteen hours to run here from the west coast of the Federation!"
"So, you plan to carry us both back again?" Tang Ji glanced at Surte's fairly broad shoulders, feeling full of rejection deep in his heart.
"Just leave him here for now. He's a lucky man. He won't be in danger anyway." Soult had grown up after all, and he immediately gave a better choice: "When the time comes, there will be a better choice."
I'll come back to pick him up when the time comes, I think maybe he'd rather stay here."
Surte was right about this. When Carl Wile, who had become a living person, heard that he could stay away from the troubled areas of the Federation, away from Tangji and the others, the source of trouble, and could continue to live on the Moonlight Gold,
Almost immediately he nodded in agreement with the plan.
To be fair, Carl Weiler admired Tang Ji full of him. He even dared to stand up and defend Tang Ji in front of another Seven Deadly Sins, which of course had no threat. This was enough to prove that he was a brave man.
But continue to take risks with people like Tang Ji? Forget it, even if he is Mr. Good Luck, he doesn't want to bet on how long he can last.
"You don't have to worry about me, sir. I actually like life here. I think the people here will also be happy that this ship can continue to stay here, right?" Forman said with a smile: "The reactor of the Moonlight Gold still has
There's a lot of margin, and I'm glad it can be used for something greater than just entertainment."
"The only thing you need to worry about here is that there are players nearby. I originally planned to hunt their big ones." Tang Ji finally warned.
"The player has come back!?" The first one to get angry was naturally Carl Weile. Like a cat with angry hair, he jumped onto the sofa in an instant, grabbed a soft cushion and blocked it in front of him, with a look of horror on his face: "Apocalypse
Failed?"
Unfortunately, no one present could answer his question. The only person who participated in the Apocalypse Project throughout the entire process has now had his memory wiped.
"They are not difficult to deal with. Even if they cannot be killed, they are just ordinary people." Tang Ji frowned and said, "The militia here are enough to deal with them."
"No, you don't understand!" Carl Weiler looked at Surte, but it was a pity that he could not get much support from Surte, because even before the Apocalypse, when human players were in full-scale war, for Surte
The players are also very weak.
Karl Wile suddenly realized that before the Apocalypse, the main reason why the players were so difficult to deal with was because the players took root too early. It was already difficult to rely on traditional surgical methods to remove this disease from human civilization.
But now, after the End of the Apocalypse, the soil that the players once took root in no longer exists. Without the pioneer organization to do their best to provide high-quality bodies for the players to play in the front line, their lives will also be difficult.
Moreover, since the basic base of human civilization is now in a refuge, it is easier to centrally manage it.
In the end, Carl Weiler gritted his teeth, developed his style, and planned to work with the players to get through this period of time.
As for important matters like a second battle with players, let’s leave it to professionals like Tang Ji!