Data Wasteland

The mountain centipede is classified as a "quasi-guardian class" mutant creature, and the crystal nucleus can't be wasted. Chen Xing pulled out the axe inserted in the back of the locomotive, cut off the head armor of the centipede with a few strokes, and took out a walnut-sized green crystal nucleus from the rotten flesh.

Cleaned his hands with the dirt on the ground, and threw the crystal core into the storage space. Chen Xing rode on the motorcycle and continued on.

At night, he parked the locomotive at the foot of the mountain, climbed to the top of the stone mountain, found a shelter from the wind, lit a kerosene lamp, ate a bag of hot military food, and slept on the stone. In the middle of the night, a rustling sound woke him up. He immediately jumped to a high place and glanced around.

Moonlight shines on the gray stone, and the visibility is more than ten meters. In the darkness, a group of shadows seemed to be creeping. Turning on the flashlight to take the photo, the other party seemed to be frightened, and hid in the dark with a "chipping".

Although it was only a moment, Chen Xing still saw the yellow-spotted lizard tail. The black watch captures the information, and the data rolls up.

[Macularis (elite)]

[Vitality: 423/423]

[Innate ability: discoloration, stone skin, bite, long tongue assault, enhanced agility, swift running, night vision]

[Possible viruses: none]

Quasi-guard-level mutant creatures are also a particularly difficult type. Chen Xing took out the burning rod from the storage space, wiped it on his pants, the head of the rod ejected a bright flame, and then threw it out.

The incandescent fire light illuminates the surroundings, and Chen Xing slowly pulls out the silver star behind him, filling it with psychic energy. After a few seconds of silence, the sound of the wind burst, and a dark shadow suddenly sprang out from behind the stone and rushed towards Chen Xing. The psionic energy had long been filled with bullets, and at the same time that the shadow rushed out, Chen Xing also shot.

"Boom boom boom!"

With three shots in a row, the evil lizard rolled over in the air, fell to the ground, quickly got up, and disappeared into the dark. Chen Xing put away the silver star and replaced it with SCAR. This is the standard assault rifle of the Red Dragon Scale Guard. It uses 7.62mm rifle ammunition and has a capacity of 20 rounds, which is less than the general 5.56mm assault rifle. It can be sniped at medium and long distances. Burst shooting.

This is a customized version of Dragonscale Guardian, mixed with a small amount of adamantine and mithril, and engraved with rune circuits. Although it is not as powerful as the **** eagle, it is more comprehensive.

The evil lizard hid in the dark. After waiting for a while, there was no movement. Chen Xing picked up the small stone on the ground and threw it into the darkness.

"Patter!"

When the stone fell to the ground, a black shadow swooped out. Chen Xing raised his muzzle, and his tongue spit out. The evil lizard was beaten up and screamed, and retracted into the darkness. Chen Xing repeated the old tricks and threw out stones. The evil lizard has a limited IQ. I don't know if it's a fraud, but it jumps out again. The bullet that greets it naturally is a bullet.

"Da da da!" "Da da da!"

The evil lizard left a spot of blood and hid it. This time it learned how to master it, and didn't rush out because the stone fell to the ground. But at this moment, Chen Xing took out a silver coin.

"Ding!"

The silver coin fell on the stone with a crisp sound. The evil lizard opened its mouth in the blood basin, flew towards it, and then shot across the air.

Shoot it, hit it and roll it all over.

After that, Chen Xing tried various things, bagged food, canned food, etc., until the evil lizard heard no sound and did not respond, so he began to retreat down the mountain. The evil lizard has thick skin and agile movements. It is night again, which is difficult to deal with.

Before leaving, Chen Xing suddenly had a plan to make a bait with canned meat and blasting grenade, and placed it in the position where he was just standing.

Quietly, he went down the mountain and stepped on the locomotive. As soon as it fired, the engine rang. The noise of the Overlord of the Wild is not loud, but in this silent night, any sound will be amplified ten times. A black shadow descended from the sky and landed in front of Chen Xing.

"Roar!"

The evil lizard made a fierce roar, but in the next second, with a muffled noise from the inside out, the evil lizard's belly was like a balloon that was inflating rapidly.

"Oh, oh!"

The evil lizard screamed sternly, as if the pain was extreme. It rolled and struggled on the ground, its tail lashed around, and the surrounding stones were scored and fell apart.

Chen Xing took out the **** eagle in his spare time, concentrated his energy, compressed psychic energy, and ended the opponent with one shot, and once again harvested a walnut-sized crystal nucleus. The **** smell will attract mutant creatures, and Chen Xing changed the underworld and continued to sleep.

After waking up, he continued to move forward. A few days later, he finally came to the edge of the dark jungle.

Looking up, the ancient trees are towering and intertwined. It's not the cry of birds, but I don't know where to hide. Driving in the forest is impossible, and most of the fuel is used. Like last time, Chen Xing found a hidden bush and hid the locomotive.

Two years later, Chen Xing revisited his old place, but his mood was completely different. Last time he was trembling, for fear that a fierce beast would suddenly burst out and swallow him in one bite. Now he is not afraid, at least in the edge of the forest, he is at the top of the food chain.

"Get some game and eat it."

Thinking like this, Chen Xing walked into the lush woods with his suitcase on his back. Roots hang down from the top of the tree, like a curtain, never knowing what is hidden behind it. Every time Chen Xing walked, he would climb up the tree canopy, observe for a while, and then move forward to ensure safety.

The bushes in the distance shook suddenly, and Chen Xing knelt down vigilantly.

"rustle!"

A pair of long ears drilled out of the lush blades and turned around astutely.

Jungle Hare!

Chen Xing held his breath, calm as a stone. The flow of time has slowed down, and every change of light and shadow will bring the feeling of heartbeat. Finally, the hare came out cautiously.

It's fat and big, weighing at least five kilograms. There are many mutant creatures in the Black Dead Jungle, but sensitive rabbits are not their staple food.

The red eyes matched the black eyes. For an instant, time seemed to stand still. The hare looks at the man, and the man looks at the hare. After a stalemate for a few seconds, the hare kicked its hind legs, attempting to escape. Chen Xing also moved and flew over with a ripper.

Using a gun will damage the rabbit, and the meat will smell of gunpowder.

"puff!"

The ripper plunged into the hare's belly, and the hare's body paused and continued to run forward. The ripper was extremely sharp, and gradually fell down as it ran, cutting open the hare's belly, and the pink intestines flowed out.

Chen Xing picked up the ripper and chased the hare who was dragging his intestines hundreds of meters away.

It is precisely because of the tenacious vitality of the jungle hare that it can survive in this dead jungle, running around under the nose of the beast. However, it was unlucky and ran into Chen Xing, and had to sacrifice delicious fat.

"Cracking!"

The fire was slowly rising, and the skinned hare standing on it exuded a strong smell of meat, and a small amount of rabbit oil dripped on the firewood, making a soft sound.

After eating a delicious roast rabbit meat, Chen Xing cut off the rest with a knife and put it in the lunch box for the next meal. Next, it will be a protracted adventure, he must save dry food in case of emergency.

Afterwards, he climbed up the tree canopy and lay down between the branches to rest.

Before falling asleep, he repeatedly recalled what the old black monster had said. The black old monster said that most people fall into a misunderstanding of the use of hero potions, thinking that as long as they are extracted, they will have a chance to get blood. Although there are opportunities, the probability is very small, and most users will die or go crazy.

Only after experiencing a certain "ritual", the probability of success will be greatly increased.

Chen Xing asked the black old monster how to find the "right eye" target. Old Monster Black told him that as long as he encountered it, he would know it naturally, because that was resonance from genes.

This argument is mysterious and mysterious, and there is no trace at all. You can only take one step and look one step at a time.

Then, he must give up the things outside his body and defeat the opponent in the most primitive way. It is best not to use weapons, but cold weapons can be used in the last resort, but not too dependent on weapons.

This point is too difficult for Chen Xing. His own development direction is precision shooters. It is not difficult to hit guard-level mutant creatures with firearms, but it is really difficult for him to use cold weapons.

He has neither psionic armor nor advanced fighting skills. Except for the mercenary fighting skills of Rotten Street, he can't learn any martial arts, let alone the clan's unique knowledge. If it hadn't been for the black old monster to save him several times, he would almost doubt if the other party wanted to kill him in disguise.

Thinking about this, Chen Xing took out the ripper and stared at the sharp blade in a daze.

At the beginning of this period, he has to practice melee skills. He can't rely on firearms alone, otherwise he will be really embarrassed by the time. Although he is not good at close combat, he has a trio and is still capable of fighting.

"Choo Choo Choo……"

There was a cricket call from under the tree. He put away the rifled knife and turned over his body, trying to make himself more comfortable.

He missed the oak bed on the ship, the tenderness of the young girl, and the comfortable bed. The trees are more uncomfortable than the muddy ground. They are crooked and uneven, their legs cannot be straight, their necks cannot be twisted, and their backs are uncomfortable. Fortunately, he was a man of three generations and worked as a mercenary for more than ten years.