The sun shone through the trees, leaving mottled shadows on the ground. A hand pushed aside the bushes, revealing a haggard face.
Han Xiao had been on the run for seven days. He had spent seven days living in the jungle, eating military rations and water. All that was left in his backpack was a pile of equipment from the Night Owl Squad.
At the cost of the destruction of his Lightweight Mechanical Arm, he managed to block Silver Knife's dagger. What happened next was logical. Even if he only had a sliver of HP left, he could still beat Silver Knife, who was not good at close combat. How could Flying Dragon Rider lose? Even Poison Healer himself would not lose!
Anyway, he had the blueprint, and as long as he had the materials, he could rebuild the equipment. It was too common for Mechanics to damage their equipment in battle.
The medical conditions in the jungle were poor. Fortunately, his Endurance was high enough, so he did not have to worry about the wound getting infected. He endured the pain and dug out the bullet, and the wound would slowly heal. The wound caused by the sniper rifle was a little troublesome. The bullet was stuck in the gap between his shoulder blades. In order to dig out the bullet, Han Xiao was in so much pain that it took him half an hour to recover. The scene of Second Old Man scraping off bones to treat his wounds and watching Spring and Autumn did not suit Han Xiao at all.
Along the way, with the blessing of Lady Luck, he did not encounter any ferocious beasts. The few long-eared rabbits he encountered all ended up in his stomach. The beasts in Blue Star were very ferocious, and there were even some intelligent beasts. In history, they had attacked cities many times. Some of the stronger beasts, such as the amphibious whale elephant, were dozens of meters in length, width, and height. They could even destroy a city on their own.
Although Han Xiao remembered the map of Blue Star, he did not know where he was. He could only learn from Kuafu and run in the direction of the rising sun. At night, he would sleep on the tree. He would be woken up by insects seven or eight times in a night, more often than at night. He deeply understood that mosquitoes were the most annoying creatures in the world.
"When can I get out of this forest?"
Han Xiao was panting.
At this time, a camp appeared in the distance. Wood, cement, and scrap metal formed a strangely shaped fence and spikes. This was a simple defensive measure. There were dozens of felt tents in the camp, and wisps of smoke rose from them. This was clearly a very common wanderer settlement in Blue Star.
Han Xiao was overjoyed. He was in desperate need of supplies.
After walking a few dozen meters forward, Han Xiao's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly retreated.
The dust on the ground in front of him surged, and suddenly a thick rope net rose up. Thin metal pieces were tied to the net. This was a dangerous knife net trap. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise, there would be a pile of holes on his body.
"This guy actually dodged it!"
A long-haired young man walked out from behind the tree. He was wearing a rogue outfit made of various animal skins. He looked at Han Xiao maliciously and pointed a shotgun at Han Xiao's head. He said arrogantly, "Stop! Don't move!"
The young man was obviously a resident of the settlement. Han Xiao did not want to cause any conflict, so he raised his hands. "I'm just a passerby."
"A passerby?"
The long-haired youth noticed Han Xiao's bulging bag. His eyes were filled with greed. "What do you have in your bag? Take them all out! "
Seeing this, Han Xiao sighed inwardly. He had probably been robbed. No wonder the knife net trap was about the size of a human body. It was used to catch people. In times of chaos, human lives were cheap. Most rogues were people who refused to join the Six Nations. The harsh environment in the wilderness had cultivated their greedy hyena-like nature. It was common for them to kill people to steal resources.
"Are you deaf? Take them out!" The long-haired youth scolded as he approached. He pointed the shotgun at Han Xiao's forehead.
His bag was full of guns and ammunition, and they were all standard equipment of the Germinal Organization. How could he show them? Han Xiao was indifferent.
"Don't you understand what I said? Do you believe that I won't f * ck you over in one shot? "The long-haired youth pulled the bolt of the gun fiercely.
At this moment, Han Xiao moved. He was as fast as lightning, and he raised his elbow and struck the long-haired youth in the chest. The long-haired youth screamed and flew backward. Han Xiao used his other hand to snatch the shotgun from the long-haired youth.
"Sh * t, I've met a tough nut!"
The long-haired youth clutched his chest and panicked. He crawled backward on all fours, wanting to get as far away from this vicious person as possible.
Han Xiao untied the knife net trap, pulled out a thick rope, and tied the long-haired young man to the tree. He then picked up the shotgun and sized it up.
The gun was crudely made, and the barrel was crooked. It would explode with a single shot. Using such a thing to rob people was purely idiotic. However, this also proved that this young man had never killed anyone before. He was just bluffing.
Seeing Han Xiao pick up the gun, the long-haired youth panicked and begged for mercy. "Big … Big brother, I was blind. Please forgive me."
Han Xiao slapped him on the head and yelled, "Now you know you're wrong?!"
The long-haired youth did not have any backbone. He hurriedly said, "I was wrong, I was wrong."
"What was wrong?"
The long-haired youth hesitated for a moment before carefully asking, "Should I have brought an extra gun?"
Han Xiao was so angry that he laughed. "You're quite f * cking naughty!"
"Please be magnanimous and let me go like a fart." The long-haired youth cried.
"F * ck off, I don't have a fart as big as yours."
Han Xiao raised the gun and knocked the long-haired youth unconscious. He shook his head helplessly. This person was a resident of the settlement. He still needed to enter the settlement to buy food and water. He did not want to cause more trouble by killing people, so he could only tie him up and knock him unconscious.
"Count yourself lucky," Han Xiao muttered.
…
After trekking for half an hour, Han Xiao finally entered the settlement. The residents here looked at him with vigilance.
The wilderness was dangerous, and the wilderness wanderers were xenophobic. Although outsiders were rare, it was not unprecedented. Therefore, Han Xiao was not surrounded like a monkey in a zoo.
The lifestyle of the wilderness wanderers was similar to that of the gypsies, and they often migrated. Beside each tent, there was a small pickup truck covered with a dustproof cloth. These pickup trucks were basically modified vehicles, and they were covered with rust. Some of them did not even have shells installed, and their skeletons were exposed to the air.
Each pickup truck represented a family. This settlement was not big, with only a few dozen families. However, as small as a sparrow may be, it had all the essentials. Han Xiao successfully found the market. A bearded white man was doing business on the back of the pickup truck.
"Outsider?" The bearded merchant glanced at Han Xiao coldly. "Do you know the rules here?"
"What rules?"
"We only accept barter."
That's good. I don't have a single cent on me.
"I need a map, three buckets of water, and five kilograms of food. Meat jerky and bread will do." Han Xiao took out a pile of bullets from his bag. "I want to pay with these."
"Bullets?" The bearded merchant's eyes lit up. He subconsciously looked at Han Xiao's bulging backpack, and a greedy look appeared on his face.
Bullets were hard currency in the wilderness. All wanderers needed bullets, and the process of making bullets was more complicated than the homemade guns. Even if a small group of wanderers could make bullets, the production rate was very low. Every shot was one less bullet.
"One hundred and fifty bullets," the bearded merchant said.
Han Xiao's face darkened. "You're asking for a sky-high price!"
The things he wanted were just daily supplies. According to the market price, it would not exceed one hundred. Even if he considered the scarcity of resources in the wilderness, the premium would not exceed five hundred.
As for the bullets? One bullet would cost at least three, and these were the lowest quality bullets. Every brass bullet Han Xiao gave was high-quality ammunition produced in the assembly line. The shells were shiny, new, and exquisite. Ten bullets were not expensive, and one hundred and fifty bullets would cost at least one thousand five hundred. Han Xiao only brought three hundred bullets, and the bearded merchant wanted half of them. This was clearly a rip-off.
"Don't buy it if you can." The bearded merchant lowered his head and rubbed his fingernails with an expression of "I'll eat you up."
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