The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

In the midst of hunger and cold, his expression was painful.

The marching team was forced to stop, or pity, or indifferent eyes cast on him, like a grease lamp burning on the snowy field.

"Can't walk?"

Moxigan muttered and repeated it.

He curled his mouth halfway, and stepped forward. I saw his right hand stretched to his waist, and after taking out something, Dang Even reached the young man's head.

"Then don't go."

There was a muffled sound.

The rotating bullet shattered the skull, muddled the brain tissue, splashed with the spout, and slapped on the bodies of the dumbfounded children, emitting a hint of heat.

"Do you think you still have room for negotiation?"

He turned the muzzle slowly, squatted down, and smeared the filth remaining warm on the gun on the boy's thin shirt.

"Be clear about your status, guys. You are just commodities now, my property. I have the right to take care of all your things, including life."

"If there is no product, you can negotiate terms with the owner, understand?"

His big golden teeth are particularly conspicuous in the slanting sunset, like the sharp teeth of a crocodile.

"Those who can walk, keep going. Those who can't walk..."

He lifted his chin and hooked it to the gradually cold body on the ground.

"Just stay with him."

This group of children, who are only in their early ten years old, showed horrified expressions. Under the protection of the gathering place, although they would not be indifferent to the world, they have never had close contact with death as they are now.

Under the demonstration of slaughtering chickens and monkeys, they tremblingly continued on the road, even their footsteps were a bit faster than before.

"Uuuu... Mother Agatha, please bless us."

Under the ice and snow, only this low sob was accompanied by the sound of the wind.

Seeing the team start to move again, Moxigan's head also let out a long sigh of relief--to be honest, even if he was wearing a sewn velvet robe, he now felt a little cold in his neck.

"It's so cold..."

With emotion, he fumbled for a pot of wooden and bamboo container from his waist, raised his head and drank it, then dropped it on the ground. After the empty bottle fell to the ground with two crisp ding-dong sounds, it slid along the curve of the terrain along the side of his face for at least Nian, touching his exhausted tears.

Strong wine, tears, red blood.

Irrelevant things converge on this frozen ground, like a painting by a madman, weird and bizarre.

"So that's the case, is it the predator who has been the robber..."

An abrupt voice came from behind, Mo Xigan's expression solidified in an instant, and the yellow eyes had not completely receded from the shocked look, and the body had already reacted to it.

Draw a gun, half-turn around, and shoot.

Skilled and smooth movements, only from the point of view of the shooter, Moxi Gantou's reaction under such anxiousness has been achieved to the extreme.

But... the opponent is not a mortal within the specification.

Faster than a bullet is an ordinary arm. He drew a long vague shadow in front of Moxigan's eyes, and even before the movement of the gun, he had already strangled his neck.

An unstoppable force.

The weight of more than 180 kilograms was easily lifted by the man in front of him. The weight of the whole body was instantly pulled by gravity, and all the pendants fell on this slender neck bone.

"……Uh."

But in a blink of an eye, Mo Xigan's head flushed. His mouth opened slightly, as if it were a dead fish, trying to get the air for life.

"who!"

"Let go of boss!"

The subordinates who realized afterwards turned around at this time, and assembled guns of different standards were aimed at the man in front of them.

Then, a gunshot came.

But it was Moxigan, who had already lifted his neck and was almost dizzy—his right hand was still holding the assembled gun, and at this time, it was pressing firmly against the abdomen of the man in front of him.

Die.

Happiness!

Sounds like fried beans continued to explode, and Moxigan's bloodshot and crazy face gradually showed a triumphant smile.

At such a close distance, you are dead.

"Very ruthless, not bad."

Immediately, the man's wrist tightened.

There was a crisp sound, and under the shocked gazes of the gunmen and children, Mohigan's head immediately tilted aside, twisting into a strange arc.

"NS!"

In a panic, the only three remaining predators shot one after another. They didn't care about the bullet penetrating their eldest brother's body, piercing it through blood holes.

Kata kata.

The magazine was emptied, like a wild wolf with its fangs pulled out. Beyond the status quo of common sense, they subconsciously recalled the giant snake they had encountered before.

Several predators almost collapsed. They stopped resisting, but screamed and rushed toward the bushes on the side.

"Old popsicle, remember to keep one."

The yellow and black hounds shot out from the corner like a spring. It jumped sideways, with canine teeth across its neck, as sharp as a blade. Under a bright red setting, it lowered its head, with a scarlet tongue, and walked slowly towards the last predator.

"babble……!!!"

Frightened, he could only let out a scream, and was tripped over by a stone. As the hound gradually approached, his tremor became more intense, and finally his eyelids fainted.

At the same time, the old popsicle suddenly showed a disgusting expression-the warm leather pants had been soaked, and the hot liquid flowed all over the floor.

"Tsk, I didn't let you scare him."

"Woo~"

Smelling the smell of blood, Jing'an and the old popsicle came all the way. Hurry up and hurry up, I don't know if it was a coincidence or how, they just saw the scene where Mo Xi Gantou shot and killed someone.

"Forget it, try this guy again at that time. The question is...you guys. What happened? Who can explain?"

The little ghosts in front of him, who were about the same age as Noel, were still immersed in the aftermath of their companion being shot. Facing Jing'an's inquiry, they just trembled their lips and trembled and couldn't speak.

Do you want to leave these guys...

Without relatives and no reason, it is the best to save on the road.

Jing An rubbed the hit abdomen, several depressions of different sizes were not conspicuous, as long as they waited a few minutes, they would heal naturally. He looked at the children in front of him, and gradually discovered some differences.

She has brown hair, blue eyes, broad shoulders, and a slender neck.

Under the premise that all the characteristics are particularly manifested, these little guys in front of them belong to a rare race that is almost completely invisible in the southern part of the Federation.

But under the hints left by the system, he already understood the origin of these people in front of him.

The typical appearance of a highlander.

Seeing that her inquiry did not get a response, Jing'an did not wait any longer. He looked around, then raised his hand and pointed at the few corpses that had lost their breath.

"Go in this direction, you should be able to find the settlement before the night blizzard."

"Clothes can be picked on these guys."

"There are surpluses in the luggage."

Well, don't do it.

Just as Jing'an stepped forward, trying to pick up the predator who had fainted to the ground, a voice came from behind him.

"Sir, please wait!"