More than a dozen soldiers from the Black Hand Club were very busy the next day after the carnival, and everyone was so busy that they were not touching the ground.

The men carried iron boxes back and forth, sealing these boxes filled with weapons in the cellar in the center of the town. They each had a prosthetic body modification, and could carry a heavier load than ordinary people.

There are also several wearing simple exoskeleton power armors that can carry three or four boxes at a time.

These boxes are filled with their weapons. You can't bring these energy weapons to the New World. There is no place to charge there. After the magazine is hit, you can only use it as a fire stick.

Therefore, these wasteland weapons must be sealed and activated until they return to the wasteland.

It's like burying a treasure.

The warehouse bar has been quickly transformed into a weapon production line, with several precision machine tools placed together, and Roger, Su, and the weapons craftsman of the Black Hand Association, Malte gathered there.

They are using the stockpiled steel to replicate gunpowder weapons that have been eliminated by this era through drawings in the database.

The living conditions of the wasteland are harsh, but after the nuclear war, this civilization broke out in a strange wave of technology, which prevented their production technology from retreating with the arrival of the end of the world.

With the machining accuracy of these machine tools, it is not difficult to make a batch of arms within a few days.

Su took two female soldiers to remove several rocket nests from the warehouse, disassembled them, took out the missiles, took out the explosion part, and took out the high-explosive explosives loaded therein, used them as a loading object for gunpowder bullets.

These rocket nests were recovered from the wreckage of the robot that the Immortal will have sent to attack. Behind the warehouse, there are two rust-red hunter robots that have been shut down.

"It's a pity that these two big guys can't take them over."

Jiang Xia took a bit of regret to take pictures of the tracked four-legged robots and said to Jasmine beside her:

"If they were there, we would be able to walk sideways in Fengming Country."

"Not necessarily, boss."

Jasmine has just replaced a new chip and is adapting to the three additional functional inserts. When she heard Jiang Xia's words, she raised her head and said to the boss:

“There are immortals in that world.

Although I don’t know how powerful the immortal is, after listening to the stories told by Mrs. Niu and Liu Laosi, they seem to be in a mess and omnipotent.

If they are really that powerful, even if these two robots are taken over, they can only bully ordinary people.

Speaking of which, boss, have you grown up there, have you never seen a fairy?"

“Uh, no.”

Jiang Xia shrugged and said:

"The identity of immortals is so noble, and there are only their legends in the world.

I, a poor scholar, are there no right to see them? Besides, I think about the matter with Ruyifang, I can't attract immortals to check it out, right?

They are cultivating immortals all day long, probably not that idle."

As he spoke, Jiang Xia grabbed an impact drill and jumped onto the robot's track.

Between ping-pong, he began to remove the six-barrel cannon on the robot's arms. This thing was powered, but Roger said he could transform it into a mechanical drive.

Therefore, these cannons must be brought over, which is a real killer weapon. Roger said that they also hid several simple new missiles and supporting launch devices.

That's even more important.

The entire warehouse was in full swing, and sparks were splashing when the machine tool started. In just one morning, Roger and his craftsman recreated several classic styles of gunpowder weapons in Jiang Xia's memory.

There are not many people in the Black Hand Club, and there are not many arms production.

One hundred of the first batch is enough, and there are more high-explosion bullets.

These advanced small machine tools can be disassembled and folded, and then brought to Fengshan Mine. If the firepower is insufficient, collect the materials from there and make another batch.

Anyway, there is absolutely no shortage of ordinary iron ore in Fengshan Mine.

However, when lunch was lunch, soldiers who were patrolling outside the town came over, bringing unexpected news to Roger.

"Chief, someone from outside comes to the outside world, saying it's your friend."

The warrior said with a strange expression:

"He came across the desert alone, dressed almost like the Arabs in old-fashioned movies."

"Uh? My friend? I have friends outside?"

Roger himself was stunned.

This desert area is controlled by Free Citizen City. Since the Immortal Society issued a wanted notice to him, he has long had no friends outside.

"Go and have a look."

The black fox in the wasteland drank the water at his hand, wiped his sweat, and stuffed the paste-like nutrition stick into his mouth. Then he wore a vest covered with oil stains, got up and followed the warriors out.

Outside the town, on the scorching sun, Rogge saw a man dressed like a desert traveler from afar, leisurely holding a parasol and standing there.

At his feet, there was a white dog with a windshield, looking desperate and sticking out his tongue.

Seeing this person, Roger's eyes lit up immediately. He walked forward a few steps and waved his hand to say hello to the person.

"Mr. Crow! Long time no see, is the trip to the Pure Land still going well?"

"It's going well."

The man laughed and stepped forward and hugged Roger once, saying:

"It's quite boring to stay there for a long time. Those virtual entertainments are very soulless. I'm tired of playing, and that city just looks like a normal civilization.

But it was just a clumsy disguise, exuding a shoddy atmosphere, which was annoying, and it was not even as true as the desert in my eyes.

Not to mention this anymore.

I heard that you found the star array here, so I hurried back. You also found the Star Sea Explorer like me? Is he here?"

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Jiang Xia is taking a nap now.

The hot desert is really not suitable for doing things at noon. Even if there is an air circulation system and a refrigeration device in the warehouse, it is still exhausted after staying there for a few hours.

His body is really neglected to exercise all year round.

If I stayed there, I was afraid that I would have heatstroke, so I came to Roger's house and planned to rest for a while and wait until the afternoon was cooler and then go to do some work.

This time, when Jiang Xia suddenly felt a life signal approaching, and the chip in his mind issued a warning.

He closed his eyes and still maintained his sleeping posture, but his left hand was silently buckled on the gun handle at the belt. When the strange life signal approached three meters, Jiang Xia jumped up suddenly.

The black muzzle was pressing against the forehead of the person who came in front of him.

The man seemed to be startled, and hurriedly raised his hands, gave an authentic French military salute, and was still talking.

"Don't panic, don't panic, I have no malice."

"Who are you?"

Jiang Xia's face was cold and solemn. He looked at the guy in front of him who was wearing a white robe and wearing a headscarf with his head in front of him, dressed up like Lawrence of Arabia.

He had never met this man before.

He looks like he is about thirties.

His face is not handsome, but his skin is very good. It is completely different from the roughness of the wasteland people. He is like a pampered young master, with his eyes clearly black and white, and a gentle smile.

Ordinary, standing posture and other flaws.

It was like a weak scholar standing in front of Jiang Xia without giving him any sense of threat.

The strangest thing is that behind this guy is a white dog with a windshield around his neck.

Well, it should be a purebred husky with white and fluffy hair, only in the heart, there are different hairs. This dog looks like it has been burned by the desert and is tortured to death.

However, when Jiang Xia was looking at it, the dog, who was lying in the shade, gasping for breath, suddenly looked up, stared at Jiang Xia, and bared his teeth at him fiercely.

This combination appears on the wasteland...

Interesting.

"I'm Roger's friend."

Faced with Jiang Xia's questioning, the man took a step back and stayed away from the dangerous gun. He smiled and introduced himself:

"Like you, I am also an explorer in the Star Sea. I was in the Pure Land before. When I heard that my companions appeared here, I rushed over immediately."

"Oh, you're the guy who taught Roger Chinese?"

Jiang Xia looked out and saw Roger standing outside the house, gestured to him, meaning not to have conflicts with this person.

Seeing Roger's actions, Jiang Xia put away his pistol and made a "please" action to the person in front of him.

The latter sat on a chair. With a wave of the sleeves of the wide robe, he threw an unopened cigarette to Jiang Xia and threw a silver metal lighter.

This is a sign of goodwill.

Jiang Xia followed the virtual motion-capturing Taoist mark in the left eye's stylus, and accurately connected the two things in his hand, and took a look at the lighter.

There is a relief of a crow flying with wings spreading, which is very exquisite.

He had many questions in his mind.

After all, compared to his fake guy, the man in front of him is a real star wanderer. Roger and his friends came to the desert to find the star array, which was the information and suggestions he gave.
To be continued...