Reborn in the end of the world, I scavenged in the empty city and bought for free

At three o'clock in the morning, in a bungalow five kilometers away from the homeless camp, a group of people were sitting around a campfire.

Although this group of people were wearing thick cotton clothes, they all had one thing in common: a centipede pattern was tattooed on their necks.

One of the men who was drinking from a kettle frowned and spilled the remaining wine on the ground, muttering, "Bah, what kind of crap is this? This is considered wine? It's worse than horse urine, and I spent nearly a hundred dollars on this stuff."

"Come on, it's good enough that you have something to drink, why are you still complaining?" A tall man next to him was wiping the long knife in his hand, and the blade reflected the man's thin face.

The man picked up the wine flask and put it on his stomach. He sneered unhappily, "Do you think I want to lose my temper? We have been here for a long time. We don't know if those dogecoins of [Against the Wind Guild] will suddenly change their minds. I said that we can't cooperate with the people in the guild. What if they stab us in the back and report this to the Hunter Association? Those hunter specialists will force us into a dead end!"

"Fuck it, I told you those hunters can't be trusted. Are we going to be sold out in the end?" another man in the room asked harshly.

Another man who was sitting by the campfire and roasting steamed buns slowly raised his head and said, "No, that can't be done. He was introduced by Lao Er. We should trust Lao Er."

"I don't believe it. I'm just worried that my second brother has been bribed."

A bald-headed man sitting at the innermost side was looking at the middle-aged man who had been sitting in front of the campfire without saying a word. The middle-aged man was about 47 or 48 years old, with a dark face and mediocre features. At first glance, he looked like a middle-aged uncle who had been doing outdoor physical work for a long time. If it weren't for the same centipede pattern on his neck, one would think he was an honest farmer.

However, the moment the middle-aged man raised his head, a gleam of cruelty flashed in his eyes.

"Okay, stop talking. Since it's the second brother who introduced us, let's wait. Besides, I've met that guy named Chen a few times. He's someone who would sell out everything for power. It's impossible for him to miss the opportunity to join forces with us. Even if our camp attacks their camp head-on, they may not be able to hold out for long. Now the mutant animals on the back hill are gradually showing signs of waking up. Once there is a hole in the outermost high-voltage electric wall of their camp, the entire camp will be destroyed."

"Brother Quan, I heard that the battalion commander of their camp also defected this time?" the bald man asked in a low voice.

The middle-aged man looked at the other people's gazes and sneered, "You figured it out pretty quickly. Did your sister tell you that?"

"Haha, I guessed, I guessed. I figured it out just because she said that. There has been a shortage of supplies in the Happiness Camp over the past six months. In addition, with the increasing number of hunter guilds, the status of the camp chief has been weakened to a certain extent. He is certainly unwilling to see the resources and power in his hands being divided up. So it's only a matter of time before he rebels. After all, there is no one in this world who doesn't love power." After the bald man finished speaking, he stretched himself, then pointed his finger outwards. The rusty door bolt was instantly twisted by a powerful force into a sharp object of more than ten centimeters and quickly sank into the door panel.

The man is a metal-type psychic and has mastered the use of his powers to a very high level. When the people around him saw his head, they felt a little scared, after all, the bald man is a B-level metal-type psychic.

The middle-aged man suddenly smiled: "Are you ready to upgrade?"

The bald man just pulled out the metal that was stuck in the door panel, and his tone suddenly became gloomy and resentful: "I have a feeling. If I really reach A-level, the first person I will kill is Cai Xing from the Xiaohe Guild!"