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Chapter 18

As soon as Taxue finished speaking, Chuanyunshuo stopped.

Xu Ming saw clearly the target of their mission through the simulation of the external scene, which was a large abandoned supermarket that he saw.

Supermarkets, as an integral part of people's lives in the previous world, are also extremely important in this alternative end of the world.

Although the higher-ups have solved the problem of human survival through technology, the food that has been artificially cultivated and processed is really hard to swallow.

Therefore, these abandoned large supermarkets have become an important place for high-level officials to obtain supplies.

The surviving humans want to survive, but through a period of understanding, the outside monks also know that this place, which is valued by the higher-ups, is the best place to hunt those who survived.

Over time, after losing many members of the death squad, few people dared to take up the task of searching for supplies in the supermarket.

Therefore, the difficulty of natural missions continues to rise, and the rewards for military achievements are also becoming more and more generous.

It was precisely because of this that Tuxue took a risk and came to the only remaining large supermarket in the C3 area.

Several people were wearing black combat uniforms, which blended well with the night.

The previous bustle and bustle of the city disappeared, and everything in front of me was just as described in apocalyptic novels, silent and eerie.

Taking advantage of the darkness, Xu Ming and the others quietly groped towards the supermarket where the door could still be seen clearly. Although it was the first time to perform a mission, Xu Ming, whose cultivation was already at the innate level, was naturally not a little timid.

While several people were advancing, the detectors on the black combat uniforms were naturally turned on.

There was nothing else on the screen except for a few green light spots of them. They also entered through the rotten back door of the supermarket very smoothly. The supermarket is divided into three floors, two floors above ground and one floor underground.

They happened to be on the first floor selling groceries at the moment, but the smell in the supermarket was a bit unpleasant.

Without power supply, many frozen foods in the freezer have rotted away.

The buzzing flies are like locusts passing through the border, happily going back and forth among the carrion.

Although the innate spiritual energy changes the structure of animals, these ordinary insects seem not to be affected. The ground is covered with mucus formed after food spoilage.

If it weren't for the masks on their combat uniforms that filtered the putrid smell for them, they would have been suffocated to death before the outside monks could take action.

Although Treading Snow is very self-reliant, but now the ground is after all the territory of those monks from outside the territory.

Naturally, she didn't dare to neglect, and then the few people scattered around as agreed upon, looking for supplies that could be taken away separately, such as puffed food with unbroken packages, biscuits and other things with a long shelf life. The goal of several people in the snow.

Naturally, Xu Ming and Xiaogang were no exception, picking through the messy supplies.

Of all the people, only Xue Feng, who was carrying an exaggerated anti-equipment sniper rifle, did not move but found a secluded and mysterious commanding height and ambush.

Of course, this is also the meaning of Treading Snow. Xue Feng, a dumb gourd who is not good at words, still has some skills in the research of firearms.

Letting him relax in one place is obviously the best choice.

Holding black bags, Xu Ming and Xiao Gang kept rummaging through the ruins for usable things.

Biscuits, drinks, and instant noodles, which were once considered ordinary foods, have now become as rare as gold.

Xiao Gang had the experience from last time, and this time he was by Xu Ming's side even more.

Because the recruit next to him has abilities that even the army system doesn't have, the two of them swept along and gradually walked deep into the supermarket.

What is stored here is grain, oil, rice and noodles, but it is really difficult to pick out a bag of them that has not been bitten by rats.

A lot of rice has gone moldy and spoiled, but there are several barrels of well-preserved cooking oil that Xiaogang took into his pocket.

Naturally, they didn't dare to hide it, because the cameras on the combat uniforms sent back images in real time for the military system to analyze. Unless they didn't want to go back to the dungeon, they didn't dare to hide even a grain of rice.

Xu Ming and Xiao Gang had a great time searching for materials, but they forgot that the army system defined this task as difficult.

How could a task with a full 50.00% casualty rate be so easy? There were rustling sounds in the ears of the two of them.

The noise was extremely sharp in the rather quiet and empty supermarket, and the two of them were assisted by combat uniforms. Naturally, they could hear the rustling sound clearly.

Before the two of them could go to find the sound, the rustling sound turned into a swallowing sound similar to "Ton! Ton! Ton!"

However, the electronic screens on the armguards of the two showed that there were still only six green cursors around them, but the sound actually reached Xu Ming and Xiao Gang's ears.The two looked at each other, then searched for the sound.

Behind several overturned shelves, I saw a man eating with his back against the shelves.

He was holding shrimp chips in one hand and a Coke in the other, enjoying himself.

During this period, he even made chirping sounds from time to time. Xu Ming and Xiaogang didn't seem to know it as they slowly approached him.Next to him was a mask that Xu Ming had seen in the video. When they saw this mask, Xu Ming and Xiao Gang's expressions suddenly changed.

Foreign monks! ! ! !
The fat monk who was still eating and drinking seemed to have noticed something strange behind him. He suddenly turned around and met Xu Ming and Xiaogang's eyes.

The air was condensed at this moment, and the potato chips that had not been wiped off from the corner of the fat monk's mouth were still vivid in his memory. This was also the first time Xu Ming saw an outsider monk without a mask.

In his eyes, the fat monk had a pair of small red phoenix eyes, maybe it was the flesh on his face that narrowed his already small eyes even more.

Wearing a gray robe on his body, he looks like a disciple of those sects in Jina Xianxia drama.Other than that, there is nothing unusual about it.

The fat monk was also sizing up these two black monkey-like weirdos in front of him, but at this moment, there was a thunder.

hiccup~~~
The brief silence of the three of them was broken by a sudden belch from the fat monk. Xu Ming and Xiao Gang, who came back to their senses, hurriedly put away their black pockets and greased their feet before slipping away.

Because the electronic screen on the arm guard already showed the cultivation level of this fat monk.

Middle stage of Xiantian Realm! !

If Xiao Gang, an alien beast in the middle stage of Xiantian, still has the heart to fight, the foreign monk in front of him is absolutely untouchable.

Xu Ming originally wanted to fight with him, but before he could use his lame "Bajibeng", an extremely hot breath whizzed past his head.

I saw the fat monk who left the potato chips and the happy water of the fat house, squeezed a seal formula with both hands and sparked a raging fire out of thin air.

Xuanhuo Jue! ! !
It's just that this accuracy is a bit outrageous. The fireballs that passed over the heads of Xiaogang and Xu Ming also successfully burned the collapsed shelves not far away into charcoal.

Seeing this, the fat monk raised his sword and came to kill the two of them. Xu Ming looked back when he was running away, and couldn't help being shocked.

It's hard to imagine how a person with a ball-shaped figure can have such a light step.

However, what made Xu Ming even worse was that the familiar electronic sound of the Wanjie Like Group sounded in his mind at this moment.

"New task, generating"

(End of this chapter)