Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 6 6. Heterogeneous

  Wandering around in the desert when the sandstorm arrives is obviously not a good choice.

  The dust from the outside world intensified, and countless sands were blown by the wind, and violently smashed on the outer layer of the temple, making a banging sound.

  According to this, less than twenty meters away, outside the entrance where the ruins have been buried, one can smell a trace of gunpowder smoke that has not yet dissipated.

  The hunter robot that was pierced through the main battery pack was like a dead giant. With its own body, it blocked the rift in the temple to prevent wind and sand from pouring into it.

  In the broken dome above the head, quicksand is constantly falling.

  The sky was dim, making this cool temple a lot dim, but there was a light source like a miner’s lamp that was set up, and it was hard to reach out.

  It is the shadow irradiated by the light projected on the corner, and the elongated shadow feels like a group of demons dancing.

   Jiang Xia was sitting on a broken box.

  The sci-fi-like electromagnetic heavy sniper was placed on the side of the leg, the whole wasteland fighter was disarmed, and all the weapons were piled behind Jiang Xia.

  There are so many weapons that give rise to a sense of security from the heart.

  He sat there alone, holding a short dagger, and cutting off his long hair that was in the way, while looking at the crowd on the other side.

  They are so strange.

   Jiang Xia thought so.

  Based on his observation, in just getting along, he has seen the peculiarities of this group of people. They are all wearing strange-looking clothes, which seem to be woven with some kind of leather and fabric.

  The technique is very rough, and the appearance is very wild. I can barely say it is clothes.

  But in this jacket, shirts and breeches are obviously industrialized products, some wear riding boots, others wear hunting boots.

  One by one, they look shabby.

  Men are both shabby beards, but the two women are better, with short hair, but with strong smoky makeup, and their eyes are painted like pandas.

  Everyone has unexplained tattoos on their necks and cheeks.

  There are also several young people with exaggerated hairstyles, **** heads, or moxicans.

  Almost everyone has some weird decorations.

  Nose ring, earrings, or lip ring.

   may symbolize rebellion or freedom or something messy, like an incomprehensible trend.

  They are very alert.

  Although they have been disarmed, as long as they can move, their eyes are fixed on the pile of weapons behind Jiang Xia. This state shows that they have become accustomed to the fast-drawing battle.

   Losing their weapons makes them uneasy.

   also shows that their living environment does not seem to be friendly.

  The race of this group of people is also very complicated.

  That Su is an Asian with black hair and black eyes.

The veteran warrior headed by   , although the skin is terribly rough, can still tell that he should be white.

   Among the remaining people, there are brown and black. The two women look like mixed races and have the style of a South American woman. Her skin is better, but it is not silky.

  But these are external.

   What Jiang Xia pays more attention to at this time is their inner life.

  The seemingly normal, but actually metalized and mechanized limbs.

   is like some kind of high-tech prosthesis.

  There are bionic materials on the outside, which looks no different from normal skin and flesh, but the inside is full of metal bones, which are strung together to encapsulate the lines.

  There are also something similar to slots.

  Everyone has it. Everyone in this group has more or less been transformed with this kind of prosthesis, and some only have arms or five fingers in the palm.

  The most exaggerated is the Su who was rescued by Jiang Xia before.

  The limbs of this guy are all delicate and destructive prostheses.

  He seems to be a medical soldier.

  In Jiang Xia's gaze, a sharp jump knife popped out of Su's wrist, cutting open the broken and twisted prosthesis for his companion.

  Take out spare prosthetic bodies from those cool, wasteland-style crawler motorcycle sidecars and put them on.

  The scene in front of me was a little frightening.

  But other people just ignored it.

  Jiang Xia knew that this group of people was treating, but seeing the scene where the prosthesis was changed at will, and there were screwdrivers, welding guns and small impact hammers taking turns on the court, it really made people feel uncomfortable all over.

  Where is the treatment, it is almost like slaughter.

  And, the most important point.

  Jiang Xia cut his hair short, put the dagger back in his waist, and drew the cool short hair on his head. Taking this opportunity, he glanced at the wasteland people.

  A few uninjured guys are "lying down".

  Three men and one woman.

   didn't have any trauma on his body, but it seemed like he was paralyzed, lying there stiffly, it was difficult to even turn his head, even though the atmosphere in the temple was a bit weird right now.

  But they were still chatting, heartless, speaking in a language that Jiang Xia could not understand.

  "It should be a Slavic language."

   Jiang Xia listened to a few words, and thought of:

   "It has changed a little, but the smell of bullets can't be concealed."

  While thinking like this, he saw Su stand up and walk towards him, holding a metal vessel like a kettle in his hand, and a small box sealed with tin foil in his other hand.

   should be food.

  Su's young but no longer delicate face showed a distant and indifferent expression. He handed the contents in his hand to Jiang Xia without any extra action.

  Because of Jiang Xia's hand, he was putting it on the gun pouch around his waist.

  There is a large-caliber revolver.

  Not as cool as other magic weapons, but it can bring a full deterrent to the enemy.

  This thing is the "collectible" he found in the locomotive of the leader of this wasteland warrior.

  A gun that will never jam.

   Thirty bullets.

  In the hands of a person who can use it, it is more than two times to slaughter the wasteland warriors in the temple.

  Jiang Xia He looked at Su's movements, and then at his expression.

  This should be a gesture of goodwill.

   So he reached out and took it.

  The current state of these two groups of people is very strange.

   Jiang Xia didn't want to kill them. He took away the weapons to avoid possible trouble, and the soldiers of the Wasteland seemed to understand Jiang Xia's concerns.

  They were severely injured by the attack, and they did not make irrational actions.

  Of course, they may also be waiting for the order of the raid.

  The brave veteran warrior is their leader. This will be sitting at the entrance of the temple, smoking a cigar while eating the suspicious paste in the tin box.

  Even though Jiang Xia had destroyed the rifle in his hand before, he didn’t seem to hold any hate, nor was he angry. He was very calm, like a general.

   "@%￥￥!"

  Su said to him.

  Jiang Xia raised her head, showing an awkward and polite smile, pointed to her ears and then to her mouth, indicating that she did not understand.

  Su is no wonder, he took out a small piece of paper from his waist, took out a pen, wrote and painted on it, and finally handed it to Jiang Xia.

  The latter took it in his hand and found it was a string of characters.

   resembles a frequency band for information transmission, and also like the name and password of WIFI. Su pointed to his head, then pointed to Jiang Xia's, and finally pointed to the characters on the piece of paper.

   Jiang Xia did not understand what he meant.

what is this?

  Join the group chat?

  But what tools do you use?

  I came here in a hurry, and I don’t have a mobile phone on hand.

   Seeing Jiang Xia stunned there, without moving, Su looked at Jiang Xia and repeated gestures. After a few seconds, he finally lost his patience.

   This black and thin young man stretched out his left hand towards Jiang Xia, snarled his mouth, and motioned for him to hold it.

   Jiang Xia looked around, thought about it again, and took hold of the hand in front of him. In the next instant, he felt a stimulus similar to an electric current surging in the palms of his and Su's hands.

   is not intense, just like playing with the lighter's igniter when I was young.

  "!!!"

  Su’s eyes widened in the next instant.

  He looked at Jiang Xia as if he was looking at some kind of weird creature. It was very similar to Jiang Xia’s first time seeing a panda expression in a zoo when he was a teenager.

  "&Amp;*%￥@!"

  Su looked up and down, pulled back his palm with some confusion, turned his head and shouted to the companion behind him.

  The next moment, all those who are still busy with their own affairs, raised their heads.

  All eyes fell on Jiang Xia.

  It was as if the words Su yelled out a very incredible message. Even the old soldier who leaned aside, finished eating, smoking and closing his eyes, turned his head and looked at Jiang Xia.

  There was surprise in his eyes.

  Their look at cherishing creatures made Jiang Xia very uncomfortable.

  But at the moment the language is blocked, it is really tangled. I can't ask for directions, let alone take the next step. Jiang Xia ignores those weird and curious gazes.

  He sat down on the box, picked up the short cut, pried open the utensils given by Su, and took a sip with his head up.

  After a battle that made his adrenaline soar, he desperately needed to be hydrated.

   "Puff"

  As a result, at the entrance of this “water”, Jiang Xia immediately spewed it out. It was indeed the feeling of water flowing into his throat, and it was indeed the comfort of water to moisturize the thirsty gums.

  But the taste is really hard to describe in a word.

  Probably to conceal the rich rust smell, a lot of sugar was added to the water.

  But sugar shouldn't be good sugar either. The taste is even worse. The two tastes mixed together, not only did not get better, but it made Jiang Xia feel like vomiting.

  What kind of water is this?

  He re-evaluated the liquid in the vessel and looked at the light source in the ruins. On the surface of the water, there was a faint metallic luster.

  He suspected that this was Su deliberately rectifying him.

  But when I raised my head, I saw that the utensils in these people's hands were all the same, they were all some kind of industrialized cheap products, even the appearance was exactly the same, and the liquid in it should be the same.

  These weird people!

  How can they drink this thing calmly?

  "@!%￥!"

   Just when Jiang Xia was hesitating, the veteran soldier who had not spoken finally spoke out. He shouted to the crowd. These wasteland fighters scattered out obediently and went to work on their own affairs.

  But I still look at Jiang Xia from time to time, as if looking at some kind of cherished animal.

  The veteran soldier, holding the "water", walked towards Jiang Xia, Jiang Xia couldn't lift the energy to take care of him, anyway, neither side could understand what he said.

  This kind of sign language communication is purely a waste of time.

  "Triple-filtered water still carries radiation pollution.

  Although the impact on the human body has been reduced to a very low level, the taste is really bad. If you want to drink water with no peculiar smell, you can only go to the big city states.

  They have six-fold or even nine-fold filtered water.

  It is said that the taste is almost the same as that of pure water.

  But the price is very high, it is a real luxury, and most people can't afford it. "

Familiar, with some accents, the language that Jiang Xia is familiar with, rang in his ears, making him suddenly look up, looking at the man smoking a cigar in front of him, walking slowly in front of him, and sitting there. Old soldier.

  The latter looked at Jiang Xia, and then at the box under Jiang Xia’s buttocks and the ground covered by the box.

  He took another sip of the bad-tasting water, took a cigar from the cigarette case treasured around his waist, and threw it to Jiang Xia. He took out a mechanical-style lighter and threw it to him.

   Then, say softly:

  "This **** world no longer has a person who is'pampered' like you. Su said that there are no traces of chips in your body. He said that you are a'natural person' who is impossible to exist in the wasteland.

but I know.

you are not.

  You are not even a person in this world. "

  The old soldier squinted his eyes, and said to Jiang Xia, who lit his cigar, took a deep breath, and showed a comfortable expression:

  "Are you an explorer from another world?"

"Um?"

   Jiang Xia heard a familiar voice in his heart, and the joy that he could finally communicate was quickly wiped out by the old soldier in front of him. He looked at the man in front of him suspiciously.

  A few seconds later, he spit out smoke rings and said:

  "You answer me first, how do you know this language?

  None of them, which means that this language is definitely not commonly used by you, and does not even exist in this world. Could it be that you are the same as me? "

   "No, outsider.

  We have a chip in our brain, with its own learning program, it is easy to learn a new language. The note that Su gave you just now also wants you to join our chip communication to achieve barrier-free communication. "

  The old soldier sighed, took a drink, pursed his mouth, and said with a little loneliness:

  "As for the explorer of Xinghai.

  I don’t have that good luck.

  I was born and raised in this world. As for this peculiar language, I learned it from other people.

  You are not the only explorer who has been to this world.

  I also had the honor to meet another one, but he should still be staying in the city of Bliss now. "

  The veteran stopped. He reached out to Jiang Xia and tried to show kindness. He said:

   "Get to know, my name is Roger, Roger Fetals, the leader of the Blackhand. Like you, I'm here for the Star Array."

  The old soldier grinned, showing a sly smile, like a fox, he said:

   "That's right."

   "It's the thing you deliberately hid under your butt."

  (End of this chapter)