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

Xie Yuan looked at the micro tracker in his hand with a gloomy look. This was a tracker with a very unique manufacturing technique. If ordinary people did not look carefully, it would be difficult to find that there was a detection device embedded in the seam of the tracker!

In this way, the micro tracker not only has positioning function, but also has health data detection function!

Xie Yuan first encountered such a tracker during a base mission three years ago...

In other words, the young man who wanted to steal San San’s organs last time was most likely from the Golden Triangle!

It seems that they did not give up and followed us to the cabin!

Xie Yuan's thoughts raced, and he quickly figured out the key. As for why this tracker was accidentally placed on Niu Juanhua, there were only two possibilities:

1. The Golden Triangle did not avoid alerting the enemy, and used the neighbor Niu Juanhua as a medium to achieve weak surveillance on San San;

2. When Jin Sanjiao was about to attack San San, he was spotted by Niu Juanhua. To avoid any complications, he placed a locator on her and monitored her for a while before making the next plan...

But no matter what the possibility was, Xie Yuan couldn't let the Golden Triangle continue like this, hiding in the dark and staring at San San. He had to divert their attention...

Ten minutes later, Xie Yuan drove the truck back to the public toilet in the shantytown.

He calculated the time and stayed quietly in the public toilet until the first patrol team arrived at the street where the hut was located after midnight.

One of the patrol team members turned on the light function on his right wrist and asked in confusion:

"Huh? When did a truck stop here?"

Another patrol member yawned and replied nonchalantly:

"Hey~~~ You don't care when it parked here. It's illegal parking anyway. Scan its locator first and issue a ticket first!"

The patrol member who asked the question earlier suddenly brightened up and became excited:

"This car doesn't look too bad. We finally opened a business! Tonight's sales depend on it!"

There was a beep, and the locator on the front of the truck made a mechanical sound, followed by a notification from the detector in the patrol team's hand:

The owner has been identified...

The fine has been issued...

Ticket sent...

At the same time, in the 9-9 barracks in Area 004, the light brain of the flat-headed guy suddenly flashed at his gradually cold right wrist, and then, a sky-high fine of 800 contribution points was automatically deducted from his balance...

After Xie Yuan and the other two patrol members had completely walked away, he paddled the cart and slowly came to the side of the truck. He took out the high-energy knife and destroyed the truck's positioning device. Then, at an astonishing speed, he began to dismantle the truck's front, compartment, rear, tires, engine, control panel and other parts...

………………

Star calendar year 336, hot season day 100, 06:00:00,

The side door of barrack 9-9 in zone 004 of the refugee camp was slowly pushed open, and a middle-aged man of medium build, about meters tall, walked in slowly with a hunched back. He was wearing a blue training uniform with epaulettes on both shoulders with special patterns printed on them.

The middle-aged man cursed and took out the square instrument on his waist, muttering to himself:

"Damn it! It's been almost 30 days, why haven't I got the quota to go to the base city yet? I wonder if all the contribution points I transferred before have been wasted..."

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. He pushed hard with his feet and kicked straight at the corpse closest to him, as if this was the only way he could express his inner anger.

With the constant "beeping" sound from the square instrument in his hand and the impact sound caused by his occasional kicks, the middle-aged man quickly scanned the far left side of the barracks.

Suddenly, a scream of “Ah~~~~~~~~~~~” was heard. On the ground in the leftmost corner of the barracks, a disheveled woman was crying out at the top of her lungs. Her hands and feet were swinging on the ground in an uncoordinated manner, as if she wanted to get up. But for some reason, she couldn't muster any strength, and could only move back and forth. She was like a mutant turtle, or an infected body that was adapting to its body and was about to wake up completely!

“Ah~~~~~~~~~~!”

The middle-aged man was so frightened by this sudden change that he collapsed to the ground!

Familiar place!

Familiar scene!

The familiar middle-aged man, while doing the familiar leg-kicking exercise, stared with his small eyes and opened his mouth wide to let out a familiar scream: "It's a zombie! It's a zombie!"

Soon, four men in the same blue training uniforms came in from the side door in a hurry. They saw two people falling to the ground at the same time in the barracks. They were struggling in the same place but could not move. They also PKed each other from time to time. They shouted and screamed a few times. For a moment, they did not know which one was the fake corpse...

Fortunately, there was still a team member with high IQ. After seeing the blue training uniform on the man who was doing the leg-stretching exercise, he rushed out and quickly pulled him up. Then he snatched the scanner from his hand and scanned the woman who was still lying on the ground and struggling strangely:

"Ding! Unable to obtain optical computer information!"

Another team member frowned slightly, took out a detector from his training uniform pocket, and quickly began testing the woman:

"Ding! Human female! Wrists and ankles are comminuted fractures, and the body cannot repair them by itself..."

After hearing the words "human female", all five of them breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that the optical brain has been destroyed, but the person is still alive... or..."

The five men looked at the still mentally ill woman struggling like a madman and sighed. Then, adhering to the principle of less trouble is better, they threw Niu Juanhua, who had completely lost her ability to move, directly into the barracks in Zone 5 that was closest to them.

"Let her stay with these starving ghosts for now. She looks like she is living a life worse than death. I don't know how many days she can live..."

One of them left this sentence and turned away indifferently from Barrack 8-006.

07:19:17 am, in the secret room of the Golden Triangle Organization on the 5th underground floor of the black market, Lao Jiu looked at the locator cursor on the optical brain and frowned slightly: How come we are in Area 9... and still moving...

So when she hurried to the crematorium following the coordinates of the locator, what she saw was a man with a broken neck lying among the last pile of corpses that were about to be burned.

Lao Jiu avoided the sight of several staff members and quickly searched the man's body. Soon, he found the micro locator at the edge of his trouser leg. The locator was tied to the shoelaces with a special knot made of a hair.

Looking at the knot on the locator tied with hair, Lao Jiu's face suddenly darkened:

Others may not know about this hair knot, but the people in the Golden Triangle know it very well.

As the saying goes, the person who knows you best is often your enemy.

This special hair knot is the signature technique of the Golden Triangle's mortal enemy, the Brotherhood.

It seems that my actions have been discovered. That woman is indeed a spy sent by the Brotherhood to track our Golden Triangle!

They tied a hair tie to our Golden Triangle tracker so blatantly. Are they declaring war on us?!

No wonder two targets with extremely high health indexes suddenly appeared recently. It turns out that they are baits sent by your East City Gate Brotherhood!

snort!

Do you want to use the same clumsy method you used to get rid of Xiao Wu to deal with me? !

No way!

Lao Jiu held the tracker in his hand and stared fiercely at the direction of the east gate of the base.

"Then let's wait and see!"

At the same time, Xu Sansan yawned, opened the metal door of the hut, and was about to stretch and breathe the first breath of fresh air of the day, when he was shocked by the piles of metal parts all over the yard:

What? What's going on?

Whose supplies were placed in the wrong place?

Xie Yuan calmly rowed the cart out of the house and slowly explained what happened last night...

At this time, Qiangzi sat on the bed in the single dormitory, tightened the small metal box in his hand, and stared at the message interface of the optical computer with a very unhappy expression:

Something unexpected happened, and the captain position must be given up, unless there is a further breakthrough...

With a "bang", a dent was created on the metal bed frame by a punch!

A breakthrough?

Qiangzi turned his head, frowning, his eyes fixed on the direction of the shantytown...