Super Trick or Treat System

"Undoubtedly, my phone number. I'm sorry, but I don't have a phone." Violet eyes were thoughtful. "But if I do have a phone number, no one is more willing to give it than you."

His words made him feel warm. The dream he once shared with millions of other men, wives and children resurfaced in his mind, and the history of this yearning is as long as history. If he has the right to choose freely, he will realize this dream.

He knew he had no freedom of choice. Indeed, he doubted whether he had other options. No one else. History has surpassed the day when this dream was realized. Fate swept it into the dust of good things that disappeared forever.

"She is not exposed to radiation!" Li Huai thought of Nedra rejoining her army after leaving. This alone is sufficient to attract and maintain the interest of the highest military and scientific thinkers. Maybe soldiers can also be immune. Perhaps by chance, it may find a way for workers to return to abandoned factories, return to long-closed stores, and perform counterfeiting. This may mean that new supplies have flowed to troops and civilians in extreme shortages. According to conservative estimates, this number is more than half.

The person who is immune to radiation is very important, enough to arouse his concentration. Moreover, she is likely to be one of the mysterious newcomers. Other things about her made him more interested. He could not devote his energy to other things, but he suspected that it had something to do with the future, and had nothing to do with the other world he knew. Or with another universe. The memory of his interaction with racial thoughts once again flew by his consciousness.

Now he knows what to worry about. He had a hunch about what she would do next. He will wait for her to do it.

Finding a carbine is not difficult. On this road, weapons must be picked up to pick them up. A deceased’s ammunition bag was filled with cartridges. He took the bag. He carried a carbine on his back and slid down the river bank, toward the mountain stream where he was talking to himself at the bottom of the canyon. The water was clear and cool, but the floating dead trout warned him not to drink.

Looking for a place where he could see the canyon, he moved up. A dim trace can be seen from the pine trees here.

He thought: "An old narrow-gauge railway." Since a long time, the tracks have been dismantled, the straps have rotted away, and the road itself is hardly a trace of the growth of trees. He hardly settled himself in a place where he could view the gully below, only a stone turned over on the old roadbed.

Nedra was walking along the path.

He let her pass without challenge. He hid and followed her.

Winding and winding, the path slowly climbs up. When it reached the edge of the wood, it caught a glimpse of a long yellow rock ahead, which was an old mine, and told him why the road was built in the first place. The ghost town may be in front.

He caught a glimpse of Nedra steadily advancing on the old roadbed.

"If she doesn't know the exact whereabouts, then I missed my guess." He followed her and said. The elation is on him. She took him directly to the newcomers’ hiding place.

In these mountains, a small group of people may hide forever. Food may eventually become a problem, but there are many games within the scope: deer, elk, and bears, and some high valleys have been cultivated before the war. Some tenacious pioneers have been trying to make a living in this wilderness. If they can do it, so can this new group.

Of course, they will have to evade Kuso’s patrols, raids on food, supplies and women. But this shouldn't be too difficult. The Ghost City is right in front of you.

This ghost town is surrounded by an ancient mine, a crusher and a beneficiation plant, and the surrounding area is also in ruins. Unlike so many small cities, the ruins here do not come from attacks, but from nature. The snow in the winter piled their burdens on the fragile roofs, and the seepage of spring caused the wood to rot. As a result, many houses collapsed. Weeds grow at the door, and cedar bushes take root on the street.

Nedra walked along the middle of what was once the main street. Her pace was still certain, and she seemed to know exactly where to go.

The well-dressed man appeared on the garage door to her left. He talked to the nurse and called her. She jumped up, glanced at the man, and continued walking.

"Hey, wait, cute!" the guy yelled, letting his voice be heard. He rushed out of the door towards her. She turned to face him.

Raise the carbine, then lower the muzzle. Not only was he confident in Nedra's ability to protect himself, but he also wanted to know what would happen.

The rope loop thrown with all the cowboy skills came from the other side of the street. It fell on her shoulder, pinned her arm to one side, and was immediately yanked. She was pulled to the ground.

The man who rushed out of the garage leaped towards her. He threw her on his stomach, face down, hit her back with his hands, and then started looking for her weapon.

The man who threw the rope hid to help his companion. He is short and arched.

Together they depressed the nurse.

Li Huai lifted the carbine to his shoulder. Although he had never fired such a weapon before, he would not miss it at this distance.

Her scream reached his ears.

"Colonel! Watch out!"

Unexpectedly, he slipped the carbine off the horse's shoulder. She knew he was following her, and he was nearby! Thoughts like a bumblebee flew in his consciousness. How did she know he was following her? Why did she let him do this? More importantly, where does she lead him? Most importantly, when her own life is in danger, why would she save him?

Even if she knew he was following her, obviously she didn't know these people were here. She didn't come to see them. So, what is her purpose in climbing this ancient ghost town? That ghost town sits on the forest line at the edge of the wilderness where Kuso is locked in the bay?

The first one is upright. Li Huai brought the scene of the carbine to the center of the coat of his shirt.

"Put down the gun!" a voice said behind him.

What is more surprising than the command is that he knows the voice of speaking. Or he thought he did it. He let the carbine slide off his fingers.

"Get up now."

He raised his hand. "Hello, Jack." he shouted.

An exclamation came from behind him. "How do you know me?"

"Recognize your voice," Li Bad replied. "Can I turn around now?"

"Of course. Of course. But what are you doing here?"

Turning around, Li Bai saw the automatic rifle covering him. The muzzle was wobbly, and the person holding the muzzle seemed confused. His face was covered with a thick black beard, and his long hair emerged from under the battered helmet.

"Jack, it's nice to see you again." There seems to be no automatic rifle or something, and he stretched out his hands.

"! Since then, I have never seen you again-"

"The night Denver got it," Lee Bad replied. When he thought of what happened in the Mile High City, the terror overwhelmed him. That night, a bomb exploded from the sky, and parts of Denver were already over a mile.

"Yes. That's it. Yes. I think you knew that night."

"I have the same thoughts about you. What are you doing here? What? What happened to Marcia?"

He immediately asked a question, and he wanted to keep it still. With this name, what happened in that person's eyes. They begin to change, from understanding to blankness, then back to understanding, and then losing understanding, back to blankness. For a moment, looking at Li Huai, the man thought of and liked the colonel. The next moment, neither their eyes nor their minds knew him. Li Huai was an alien, a stranger, untrusted, fearful and possibly destroyed. When Li Huai met him in Denver, Jack was a young pilot. He and Marcia just got married and love each other very much.

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