At this time, he noticed that the "Wang Han's human skin mask" had automatically returned to the backpack lattice, and he immediately took it out and put it on.

"Drip, drip--"

The headlight flashed, and the truck flexibly transferred over and rushed straight towards him.

He stood there, motionless, his white robe shook slightly in the wind.

"Che——!"

The sound of brakes sounded, the land was shaken, the car door was "catched" and two men carrying heavy guns, like two black beetles, jumped off one after another. Their faces were wearing heavy masks, their hair was pressed down on cotton caps, and their cheeks were red with cold.

They observed Su Mingan, who was empty on their bodies.

After a moment, they approached and raised the muzzle in their hands slightly.

"There is a cabin here, which looks like a hibernation cabin. Are you... a hibernator who has just woken up?" The taller man spoke, his eyes a little sticky, making people feel uncomfortable.

He glanced at Su Mingan with his unrestrained eyes and confirmed that Su Mingan had no weapons on him.

"Looking through... I look like a scholar, but unfortunately, it's the hardest time for scholars to survive in this day and age. Maybe you lived well before hibernation, but the world has completely changed." The tall man sneered: "Do you want to live? Boy, this place is more than fifty kilometers away from the nearest shelter. Without us, you would freeze to death on the road."

Su Mingan didn't say anything, he was observing the structure of the truck.

This is a good means of transportation and is suitable for transportation.

"What is your identity before hibernation? Why didn't your relatives come to pick you up when you wake up?" The short man asked with a serious concern.

"I lost my memory." Su Mingan said: "I don't remember most of the things."

Amnesia is a good explanation for entering a new world.

Two men looked at each other.

Amnesia caused by hibernation is very common, which means that this scholar in common clothes has no reliance on it now...

The tall man raised his eyebrows and looked at Su Mingan, his eyes becoming more and more sticky and cold, as if he was malicious.

"Get into the car, we just have time and take you to the nearest gathering place." The tall man turned around and climbed into the driver's seat.

The short man held a gun aside, obviously not wanting Su Mingan to leave.

Su Mingan didn't object either, he needed to obtain information.

He climbed into the back seat of the truck, and with a "snap", he tied his seat belt.

This truck is no different from a modern truck. There are bright red peace knots and porcelain dolls tied under the glass of the car, which looks like an oriental culture. There are car logos on the steering wheel, and it seems that there is an automobile manufacturing industry here.

The tall man stepped on the accelerator and the truck started "rumble".

"What's your name?" said the tall man, his voice was sticky and always felt like he was about to touch someone: "The memory loss of hibernation is only 95% at most. You said you have lost your memory, so you should remember the name, right?"

"My name is..." Su Ming settled for a moment: "My name is Luves."

The short man was sitting in the passenger seat, his gloomy eyes staring at Su Mingan.

When Su Mingan looked at him, the short man withdrew his gaze and licked his lips, like a fly about to eat rot.

"Luves...hadn't heard of it. Steel, was there this person thirty years ago?" said the tall man.

"No, our memories have been almost erased. But there is no 'source' breath on him." said a short man named Steel.

Su Mingan heard some information - the way this group of people judges strength and weakness seems to be through sensing the "source". However, he could not sense the aura of this "source".

So, was he considered a weak person?

"——Good afternoon! An Jiang! It's 1:13 pm now, the temperature is low, so it is recommended that you add some clothes to prevent a cold~" Suddenly, A Du's voice came from his left wrist.

The tall man named Mellon turned around and glanced at him: "Yo, personal watch?"

"Is it valuable?" Su Mingan said.

"It used to be very valuable." Millen laughed: "Now, it's better to fill your stomach and firewood that can burn fire. If you lack money, you can go to the black market to try your luck later. Maybe someone wants to buy you a gadget."

Su Mingan turned his head and saw many cardboard boxes tied behind him. If he guessed correctly, these are some survival resources, such as food, drinking water, firewood, and even guns.

A flying knife stabbed over and pressed against his fingers, but did not hurt him, with an extremely accurate angle.
Chapter completed!