Scavenging Notes: I am the Lucky Star of the End Times

As usual, Hu Ba sent 12 coordinates to the team members and asked everyone to manually connect to the protective shield range. Xu Sansan still carefully drew a dodecagon with straight lines.

Hu Ba shook his beard under his nose and said seriously:

"Although the danger level of this mission is only difficult, there seems to be some problems with the aircraft just now. I am worried that it will malfunction after a long time. So we will go early and return early today to shorten the mission time as much as possible!"

Therefore, Xu Sansan and Xiao Jieba were not assigned the job of guarding the aircraft this time. On the one hand, it was to improve the efficiency of the mission as their quartet team was short of manpower. On the other hand, there was really no need to guard it here.

Because the original abandoned city No. 2-007 was completely different from the wasteland city Xu Sansan had visited before. There were no broken steel bars and criss-crossed concrete. Instead, there was an endless pile of rubble!

As soon as Xu Sansan got off the aircraft, he was stunned by the unobstructed vast scene before him.

Apart from the broken soil and rocks under the feet, looking around, there was no object standing in the air that could provide any cover.

No wonder there is no need to guard the aircraft...

Then Hu Ba shared a hand-drawn sketch on his brain, and then said seriously:

"There are no specific coordinates for this mission, only a coordinate range. The picture in your mind is the mission target. According to the employer's description, this is a bowl. It is said that within this coordinate range, there is an ancient and mysterious temple from the old century buried. Uh... what is it called?"

Xu Sansan frowned.

alms bowl?

Such an uncommon word,

Could it be the bowl that monks use to beg for alms?

An ancient and mysterious...temple from the old centuries?

So he whispered:

"Could it be that he was buried in a temple?"

"Oh! That's right!"

Hu Ba's hearing was amazing. He immediately caught the key words in Xu Sansan's mouth and said excitedly:

"It's the temple! Awesome! Xiao Xu!"

Xu Sansan opened his mouth wide, looking at the soulful painting on the computer that combined simplicity and abstraction, his heart beating uncontrollably:

Are you sure it's a bowl and not a flower pot?

Although she complained, she quickly followed the steps of the Quartet team and arrived at the central area of ​​the coordinate range.

But, in such a large area, how can we quickly find a flowerpot, oh no, a bowl?

However, it was not Xu Sansan's turn to worry about this matter. He just listened to Hu Ba's quick arrangements:

"Little Stutterer, survey the terrain first. Yu Ge and the Marshal, follow me and be on guard! Xiao Xu... Xiao Xu can make his own arrangements!"

Xiao Xu: ...Okay, I love being a free man on the field...

Hu Ba, Yu Ge and Dashuai, each holding a long sword, quickly dispersed from three directions, while Xiao Jieba began to run back and forth around the gravel space again and again, making notes on the light computer from time to time while running.

Five minutes later, the stutterer stopped in the central area, opened the metal box, and began to mix the explosives at a rapid speed.

After a while, Xu Sansan received 8 coordinates in her light brain, and then the little bastard handed her 8 round metal balls, indicating that she should follow his example and bury the metal balls at the designated coordinates.

Xu Sansan nodded and followed suit, his movements being very skillful.

After all preparations were completed, Hu Ba sent instructions from his brain:

Blasting can be carried out at any time.

The little stutterer gave Xu Sansan a look, indicating that she should pay attention, and then quickly pressed the miniature remote control in his hand.

All I heard was "Bang! Bang! Bang!"

16 huge explosions in succession resounded through the sky!

Suddenly, gravel flew, dust rose, and the coordinate area suddenly seemed to be poured with a pot of boiling hot oil, and it exploded in an instant!

Xu Sanda was shocked!

Oh! No!

Making such a big noise! ​​Aren't you afraid of attracting infected people? !

This is the original abandoned city!

Before she could shout out her worries, a familiar and disgusting sound of slurping saliva could be heard in the dust:

“Hiss~~~~~Cough~~~~~”

I go!

Are all private soldiers so careless? !

Xu Sansan had no time to look for other members of the team because everything in front of her was gray and visibility was less than 3 meters!

He had to reflexively unfold the cart shield on his left arm and shift it directly to third gear!

Holding the hoe tightly in his right hand, he is ready to fight at any time!

However, as time passed, the disgusting sound of saliva slurping in my ears was gradually replaced by the sound of sharp blades breaking through the wind and the crackling sound of bones being chopped.

After the dust floating in the air finally returned to dust, Xu Sansan could see clearly:

Nima!

So many infected bodies?!

Dozens of infected bodies formed a big circle and completely surrounded the coordinate range area!

At the same time, countless infected bodies were rapidly breaking out of the rubble.

day!

Are there so many infected bodies hiding underground? !

While being shocked by the number of infected bodies and worried about the safety of the team, Xu Sansan immediately caught a glimpse of three very agile figures in the encirclement.

Their movements were quick and decisive, shuttling back and forth in the encirclement of the infected bodies. Wherever they went, the infected bodies fell to the ground in an instant like puppets with their strings cut!

At this time, Hu Ba's voice came from the optical brain:

"I, Yu Ge and the Marshal will be responsible for cleaning up the infected bodies. Little Stutter and Xiao Xu will search for the target immediately!"

After he finished speaking, there was a "click" sound, and the long knife in Hu Ba's hand swung down neatly, and the head of an infected body fell off.

"Hiss! You are indeed a genetic warrior!"

Xu Sansan took a deep breath!

Immediately, a new round of assessment of the combat power of the four teams was carried out.

How could she know that the strength of the Quartet team has never been the worst. Because they knew that their physical fitness was not as good as other genetic warriors, they trained very hard in private on weekdays.

As for why we were always at the bottom, it was mainly because we were too unlucky. At the beginning, we failed to complete the mission due to various accidents, which led to a shortage of funds for the team. Therefore, our weapons were very primitive and our force value remained at the level of melee combat. As our force value did not improve, we could not complete the subsequent missions. As a result, over time, it became a vicious cycle until we were at the bottom...

Seeing that Hu Ba and his two companions were swinging their swords very quickly, Xu Sansan felt relieved and started to concentrate on searching for the target with Xiao Jieba.

At this time, the superiority of the small hoe is fully demonstrated.

Xu Sansan was seen waving his arms back and forth in the air, and with very skillful movements he dug a big hole in the pile of rubble created by the explosion of explosives.

This caused the little stutterer who was digging stones with his bare hands to cast envious glances at him:

Oh shit,

The hands of the genetic warriors are also made of flesh!

Little Stutter began to unconsciously analyze the pros and cons:

If he brings a hoe with him when he goes out on missions in the future...will it affect his high-end and classy image as a dynamite master?

Xu Sansan had no idea of ​​the sultry thoughts in the little stutterer's mind at the moment. She chopped hard with the hoe, and heard

With a "bang", it seemed like it hit something hard metal.

She hurried forward to check, and saw that a rusty metal plate had a dent made by the blow she had just made.

Under the red and black rust, the metal plate has a slight gleam of color, and one can roughly guess that it was once a piece of blue iron.

Xu Sansan picked up the iron sheet and turned it over carefully. He saw a line of very blurry white characters with scratches all over them, faintly visible in the upper left corner:

No. 52 Panjiayuan Road

Nima!

Isn’t this the address of Panjiayuan, the largest antique market in Beijing in my previous life?

Here... when was a temple built? !