Every wastelander knows that the two most important things about living in wasteland are to hold the weapons in your hands and look at the kettle at your waist.

The former is the foundation of self-protection.

The latter is the source of life that determines life and death.

If you have to add a third thing, you must be alert enough. Except for those who have changed their lives, other people, regardless of gender, age, are not trustworthy!

The extreme poverty of materials and the extreme harsh environment have made Darwinism rampant in this wasteland, and every bite of food and every cup of purified water must be snatched.

Justice and evil are by no means the criterion for measuring friends and enemies.

For example now.

The wind and sand are still rolling, much better than before.

But the visibility is still very low. A group of people stood in it, like ghosts walking in the fog, with a few unknowns.

This desert-like world seems to be brought with it a different tone.

It is very similar to some old western films that Jiang Xia has watched. Directors always like to use this comparison to reflect the cruelty of a disordered world.

But in fact, some things can be understood clearly without comparison.

Behind Jiang Xia, the young soldier Su was holding a pulse rifle in his hand.

The hand holding the gun is very stable, and the muzzle is locked in Jiang Xia's back heart. You only need to pull the trigger and the extremely penetrating electromagnetic pulse can burn the flesh and blood.

A penetrating wound the size of a little finger was left at the heart of the person in front of him.

This injury may not be fatal to the wastelanders.

There are too many people who have transformed the prosthetic body, and many people like to install some defensive devices in key areas such as the heart.

There are some extreme things. Just set the "second heart" in your body in advance. Once the heart is destroyed, the gadget will be activated immediately to replace the function of the heart.

But the person in front of him has no body of thought.

As long as Su fires, Jiang Xia will be dead.

But Su didn't really want to do this.

He is a young man. Although he is also struggling in the wasteland, he is not as scheming as Rogue. In the eyes of this young man, his current actions are somewhat unethical.

It was clearly the outsider in front of him who tried his best to enter the town and gave them a chance to win, although both sides were not friends.

But at least it should be a collaborator.

Therefore, under the mask, Su's expression was a little entangled.

Although he knew very well, why Roger had to let them do this in brainwave communication.

"It seems that our understanding of the word 'friend' is a bit different."

Jiang Xia did not feel Su's entanglement. He raised his hands and sarcastically said to Roger who was walking towards him in front of him:

"Is this how you wastelanders treat your friends?"

"I have no intention of hurting you."

Roger put the toolbox aside, then switched the syringe in his right hand to his left hand, stretched out his finger, and bounced it on it, just like a doctor preparing for the patient before giving the injection.

He said:

“Our interests are consistent, Jiang.

We all have to go to your world, for you, that is going home, but for us, it is an incalculable adventure.

I have to do this.

I must do everything possible to increase my brothers and I in your unknown world and turn a dangerous person like you into ours.

This is the best solution right now.”

Jiang Xia did not refute.

If he was Roger, he would choose to do so, and this is indeed the best way to prevent it before taking a risk that is unknown.

He was not as painful as betrayal in his heart.

If these wasteland people are already wary of themselves, they will not betray them if they are always on guard against them.

Both parties are not friends at all, and this cooperation is also a dream of the same bed and a different dream.

It's just a matter of who has better methods.

After all, only children believe in the blood alliance.

He looked at the futuristic and simple syringe in Roger's hand, and the needle was like a small drill bit, making people feel cold in their hearts.

He didn't know how the wasteland people implanted brain chips, but it can be seen from the appearance of the syringe, which was probably similar to a small craniotomy operation.

"You mean, you can feel relieved only by turning me into a pug that obeys your instructions?"

Jiang Xia said softly:

"Are you so afraid of me?"

"Not afraid."

Roger explained:

“If I had more time, I would rather use a gentle way to make us truly allies.

Before I picked up the gun and started a war, I was a biologist.

I know that chip connection is not omnipotent.

It has not yet developed to the extent that it can completely manipulate brain wave activities and thinking. I also know that such actions will make you feel resentful towards us, which is a bad idea.

Unfortunately, we don't have that much time.

You don't have to worry that this chip will erase all your free will.

It is not as terrible as you think. After all, it is just a tool and has weak binding force on thinking and will not affect your thinking. It will only make you trust us more.

That's all."

"Just say whatever you want, I don't understand this anyway."

Jiang Xia turned her head and looked.

The wasteland soldiers holding guns all around were wearing masks and could not see their faces, but the probe-shaped muzzle was still intimidating, which was really unmovable.

He took a deep breath.

The heart was beating very quickly and adrenaline was being secreted quickly. He was going to make his last try, and he didn't know if that temporary "ally" would lose his chain.

It feels too bad to hand over your life to a stranger.

Absolutely not, there will be another time!

Seeing that Jiang Xia did not answer again, he remained silent, as if he had completely given up resisting, Roger breathed a sigh of relief and gave orders to several soldiers.

Jiang Xia's two guns were taken down and thrown aside.

Su Ye stretched out his hand and wanted to take out the revolver that Jiang Xia had inserted into the gun holster at his waist and completely disarmed.

But the moment he reached out, Jiang Xia's hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

"This gun doesn't work, I like it."

He said something.

Su was stunned for a moment, but the next moment, Jiang Xia burst out with force and wanted to throw Su to the ground.

The huge force came, and Su reacted very quickly.

His limbs, which were replaced by prosthetic body, burst out with power far beyond humans at this moment. Not only was he not fallen by Jiang Xia, but he lifted Jiang Xia up.

Like slitting a sack, it was thrown to the ground.

"Bang"

The torso was hit hard, and the abnormal brute force made Jiang Xia's eyes turn black, but the reaction was still there, and he pulled out the revolver and shot Roger.

There is no point in saying that the bullet is almost in the opposite direction.

Several soldiers next to him rushed up with guns, trying to subdue the guy and beat him up.

But Roger felt something was wrong. Although he had been in contact with Jiang Xia for less than six hours, he already had some understanding of this outsider.

He doesn't seem to be such an impulsive person.

In such a desperate situation, it may mean that he is crazy and wants to take all his gamble.

Or it means that he is still prepared!

On the other side, in the brown vegetation bushes, the girl lying there also heard the crisp sound of gunfire, which made her body tremble. She subconsciously picked up the blood-stained and wrinkled piece of paper and looked at it again.

There is no writing on the paper, only a few clumsy simple drawings.

The first one is a stickman shooting into the sky.

The second picture is that two clumsy robots fire missiles.
To be continued...