Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Chapter 59 Wine

His expression was painful due to hunger and cold.

The marching team was forced to stop, and either pity or indifferent eyes were cast on him, like grease lamps burning on the snowy field.

"Can't walk anymore?"

Moxican muttered and repeated.

He half curled his lips and stepped forward.I saw his right hand reaching towards his waist, and after taking out something, he placed it on the back of the young man's head.

"Then don't go."

There was a muffled sound.

The spinning bullet smashed the skull, muddied the brain tissue, splashed along with the nozzle, and slapped the stunned children, emitting a trace of heat.

"Do you think you still have room for negotiation?"

He slowly turned the muzzle of the gun, squatted down, and smeared the remaining warm filth on his hand and gun on the young man's thin shirt.

"Know your place, guys. You are mere commodities now, my property. I have the right to manage everything about you, including your lives."

"There is no commodity to negotiate terms with the owner, understand?"

His big gold teeth stood out in the slanting sunset, as ferocious as the sharp teeth of a crocodile.

"Those who can walk, keep moving forward. Those who can't walk..."

He lifted his chin, and hooked it to the gradually cooling corpse on the ground.

"Just keep him company."

This group of children, who were only in their early ten years, showed expressions of horror. Under the protection of the gathering place, although they were not ignorant of the world, they had never had such an intimate contact with death like they are now.

Under the example of killing the chicken to scare the monkeys, they continued on the road shaking, even their steps were a little faster than before.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Goddess Agatha, please bless us."

Under the ice and snow, there is only this low sobbing and the sound of the wind.
Seeing that the team started to move again, Mohawk also let out a long sigh of relief—to be honest, even though he was wearing a sewn fleece robe, he felt his neck was a bit chilly now.

"It's so cold..."

While sighing, he fumbled for a wooden and bamboo container from his waist, raised his head and drank it in one gulp, then threw it on the ground.The empty bottle fell to the ground, making two crisp sounds, then followed the curvature of the terrain and rolled all the way to the young man's face, where it came into contact with his dried-up tears.

Liquor, tears, red blood.

Irrelevant things meet on this frozen soil, just like a madman's painting, grotesque and bizarre.

"So that's it, is he the plunderer who guest-starred as a robber..."

An abrupt human voice came from behind, and Mohawk's expression froze in an instant, before the shocked look completely receded from his yellow eyes, his body had already reacted to it.

Draw the gun, half turn, shoot.

Skilled and smooth movements, just from the shooter's perspective, the reaction of the mohawk in such a desperate situation has been achieved to the extreme.

But... the opponent is not a mortal within the specification.

Faster than a bullet is an ordinary arm.He drew a long blurry shadow in front of Mohawk's eyes, and even before he could draw the gun, he strangled his neck.

An irresistible force.

He weighed more than 180 kilograms, but was easily lifted by the man in front of him.The weight of the whole body was instantly pulled by gravity, all hanging on this slender neck bone.

"……Uh."

But in the blink of an eye, Mohawk's head was already flushed red.His mouth was slightly opened, opening and closing like a fish that had landed on the ground, trying to get the air to survive.

"who!"

"Let go boss!"

The subordinates, who were belatedly aware of it, turned around at this time, and assembled firearms of different standards were aimed at the man in front of them.

Then, a gunshot was heard.

But it was Mohigan who had already raised his neck and was almost dizzy—his right hand was still holding the assembly gun tightly, and he was pressing against the abdomen of the man in front of him.

Die.

Clap clap clap clap!
The sound like frying beans exploded one after another, and a smug smile gradually appeared on Moxigan's bloodshot and crazy face.

This close, you're dead.

"It's pretty tough, not bad."

Immediately, the man's wrist tightened.

There was a crisp sound, and under the shocked gazes of the gunmen and children, the mohawk's head immediately tilted to the side, twisting into a weird arc.

"Fuck!"

In a panic, the three remaining looters fired one after another.They didn't care about the bullets penetrating their eldest brother's body, piercing him with bloody holes.

Katakata.

The magazine was emptied, like a wolf whose fangs had been pulled out.The status quo beyond common sense made them subconsciously recall the giant snake they encountered before.

Several marauders almost collapsed. They no longer resisted, but instead screamed and ran wildly into the bushes nearby.

"Old Popsicle, remember to save one."

The yellow and black hunting dog shot out from the corner like a spring.It jumped left and right, its canine teeth sliced ​​across its neck, sharp as a blade.Against a bright red backdrop, it lowered its head, sticking out its scarlet tongue, and walked slowly towards the last predator.

"babble……!!!"

Frightened and frightened, he could only let out a scream and tripped over a stone.As the hounds gradually approached, the trembling all over his body became more intense, and finally he even blinked and fainted.

At the same time, the old popsicle immediately showed a disgusted expression—the warm leather pants had been soaked, and hot liquid flowed all over the floor.

"Tsk, I didn't ask you to scare him."

"Woo~"

Smelling the smell of blood, it was Jing'an and Lao Popsicle who made a detour all the way.Hurrying and hurrying, I don't know if it was a coincidence or how, they happened to see the scene of Moxican shooting and killing people.

"Forget it, let's interrogate this guy again then. The question is... you. What happened? Who can explain it? "

The few kids in front of them who were similar in age to Noel were still immersed in the aftereffects of their companions being shot dead.Facing Jing'an's inquiry, they just trembled their lips and were speechless.
Are you going to leave these guys behind...?

With no relatives and no reasons, it is the utmost benevolence to help each other on the road.

Jing An rubbed her abdomen that was hit, several depressions of different sizes were not conspicuous, as long as she waited for a few minutes, they would heal naturally.He looked at the children in front of him, and gradually discovered some differences.

Brown hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, and slender neck.

Under the premise that all kinds of characteristics are exceptionally obvious, these little guys in front of them belong to a rare race that is almost completely invisible in the southern part of the Federation.

But under the reminders left by the system, he already understood the origin of these people in front of him.

Typical of the highlanders.

Seeing that her inquiry received no response, Jing'an didn't wait any longer.He looked around, then raised his hand and pointed at the lifeless corpses from a distance.

"Go straight in this direction, and you should be able to find the settlement before the night's snowstorm."

"You can take your clothes off these guys."

"There is still some food left in the bag."

Well, let it go.

Just as Jing An stepped forward a few steps and wanted to mention the predator who had fainted on the ground, a voice came from behind him.

"Sir, please wait!"

(End of this chapter)