Wasteland: My items are infinitely upgraded

After saying these three sentences, the man seemed to have all the strength drained from his body, weakly leaning against the iron cage bars.

But to show that he still had strength, he stubbornly stood up, refusing to lie down.

Chen Shanshan hesitated upon seeing this.

Although she had no hope for these people, deep down, she didn't want them to die, at least not at her hands.

But if she bought him and took him into the Wolf Hunt, it would be like sending him to his death with her own hands.

And it would be a death with no chance of survival.

That would be no different from the cruel Li Hu.

Just as Chen Shanshan was caught in a dilemma, Lin Feng, who was quite interested, walked forward and said faintly:

"What's your name?"

The man was stunned, a glimmer of hope appearing in his eyes:

"Jiang… Jiang Zhuo."

"I only want revenge!"

Lin Feng nodded in satisfaction:

"Qi Shan is not dead yet, you have a chance for revenge, but I like to do things myself, so you can only be my assistant."

"Survive first, then think about revenge, there will be plenty of opportunities later."

After speaking, Lin Feng turned his head:

"He's the one. We need to strengthen our defenses."

Chen Shanshan was a little puzzled:

"Li Hu has already bought six slaves, are we going to do the same…"

"If it really doesn't work, we can buy those corpses."

So Jiang Zhuo's chance of survival is almost zero.

Once they start, even Chen Shanshan herself has to be careful, so how can she have the leisure to pay attention to the bait that is being attacked by the wasteland wolves.

Sending these innocent slaves into the wolf's mouth is like killing people with a borrowed knife.

If you get used to not treating people as people, one day you will abandon all principles and regard your relatives and teammates as tools that can be used and discarded.

This is Chen Shanshan's bottom line…

It is also the principle of being a person that she learned from her master.

Faced with Chen Shanshan's doubts, Lin Feng waved his hand:

"Those few slaves are enough, and attracting wasteland wolves is what Li Hu should consider. I'm talking about other things."

"When you and I join the battle, plus Liu Mingfei, only Ding Yi and Liu Qian will be left in the tricycle. Even if the two women hold a hundred-kilogram shield, they can't withstand the wolf pack's attack. Jiang Zhuo holding a shield can not only stand alone, but also help attract firepower."

According to Lin Feng's plan, Liu Mingfei and the two women will be in a group, and he will be responsible for long-range output with a gun. Chen Shanshan's small physique is not suitable for holding a shield. The heavy shield will limit her abilities.

So having an extra shield can let Jiang Zhuo be responsible for holding it up to protect himself.

In this way, Lin Feng's own safety is greatly improved, and he can provide fire support with more peace of mind.

In addition to the above-mentioned use value, the most important reason is that Lin Feng saw hatred in the man's eyes.

This is very important.

It will make the other party desperate to fight Qi Shan to the death, so that he can play a role that others cannot achieve at a critical moment.

After advancing to level seven and becoming a late-stage enhancer, Lin Feng, who owns an lv7 automatic pistol, is no longer worried about the wasteland wolf pack.

Even if there are level nine wasteland wolves, they can't withstand the automatic pistol, two bullets with as much as thirty points of damage. Their steel teeth and iron claws in close combat are no threat.

What Lin Feng is really worried about is the enemy hiding in the dark.

Such as Tian Wanrong, such as Qi Shan.

And the wasteland hunting team forces behind them.

In the beginning, the Type 05 revolver in Lin Feng's hand was discovered by Chen Shanshan in the ruins. After a long period of time, it was already rusty and its power was worrying.

So it was handed over to Lin Feng to deter others.

Ordinary wasteland people teams rarely have sophisticated weapons such as guns. First, bullets cannot be reused and cannot be replenished in time, so they can only become fire sticks.

Secondly, bows and arrows are enough for ordinary hunting, including deterring enemies. Moreover, they are simple in structure, cheap and durable.

But wasteland hunting teams are different. Teams led by evolutionaries often have to face first-order wasteland beasts or even stronger enemies. At this time, the power of guns will really come into play.

Moreover, the status and resources possessed by evolutionaries can easily obtain bullets and gunpowder, and ammunition is sufficient.

The Wasteland Hunter Guild sells rifles and pistols, but the price is ridiculously expensive, and there are also qualification restrictions.

But this is not worth mentioning for evolutionaries.

This is what Lin Feng is worried about.

If Qi Shan already knows of his group's existence, he will definitely regard Chen Shanshan as a thorn in his side, just like Lin Feng hates him, secretly guarding against and looking for opportunities to kill him.

If the other party follows and sneaks up this time, having more people in the team means having more helpers and more protection.

Especially someone like Jiang Zhuo, who has an irreconcilable hatred with Qi Shan and is about to die.

His hatred for Qi Shan even exceeds death.

With Lin Feng's promise, Chen Shanshan temporarily breathed a sigh of relief and agreed to buy Jiang Zhuo.

Then she found the cowboy boss.

Seeing that the few people were Li Hu's friends, the slave owner gave the same price, as long as five kilograms of jerky.

There were still ten points of points left in the account, Chen Shanshan handed her Wasteland Hunter license to the boss.

The other party handwritten two copies of the contract, let Li Hu and Chen Shanshan sign them separately, and handed them to a younger brother next to him to send to the Wasteland Hunter Guild in front to transfer to his account.

The younger brother rode a bicycle and rode away in a cloud of dust.

"There are seven people in total. Originally, we would send ten people at a time. Considering you are an old customer, do you need a ride?"

Originally, only six people were added, and the two-and-a-half-meter-long tricycle could still squeeze into the rear compartment.

Now, with one more person, pedaling will be even more strenuous.

So, Li Hu planned to take the slave trader's truck to return to the bus rented by his team.

Before leaving, Li Hu glanced at his watch and discussed the agreed-upon time with Chen Shanshan and the others:

"It's already past one in the afternoon, and time is of the essence. We'll gather at the left side of the team's Oasis Avenue at three this afternoon. This mission is estimated to take a while, and it's far from Oasis Town, so remember to bring more daily supplies."

After reminding them, Chen Shanshan nodded and then pedaled the armored tricycle, carrying the three people in the carriage behind her, leaving the outskirts of Oasis Town's slave market.

Lin Feng looked at Jiang Zhuo, whom he and Liu Mingfei had carried in together, and handed him a bottle of water:

"Just rest for the next few days and recover. When we need you, lend a hand."

Jiang Zhuo took a few sips, then stuffed the water bottle into his chest. Seeing the team's current strength, he gradually recovered from his shock:

"Tha... thank..."

Before he could finish speaking, tears streamed down his face.

He curled up in a corner, burying his face in his knees and sobbing silently.

Lin Feng's gaze shifted back and forth between him and Liu Mingfei, and when they were almost at the rented bus, he said softly:

"The four underlings of Qi Shan have already been killed by me."

"After Qi Shan is killed, I will give you freedom."

Jiang Zhuo wiped away his bloody tears and shook his head:

"Thank you, but I won't live for many more days. My body's organs are already failing. I've been able to hold on until now only because of my resentment towards Qi Shan."

"If I can see him die with my own eyes, I will have no regrets even in death."

Lin Feng nodded.

As the front of the truck was hooked onto the bus, Boss Huang, who was sitting in the driver's seat, felt the entire vehicle lurch.

The speed had decreased by at least 30%.

He quickly adjusted the output power of the solar panels to avoid being rear-ended by the following vehicle due to the slow speed.

After the speed returned to normal, he let the temporarily hired helper in the passenger seat take over the driver's seat and steering wheel.

Then, he walked into the carriage and saw the uniquely shaped armored tricycle hooked onto the rear of the truck.

He stepped forward and knocked on the armored canopy of the truck, making a dull sound, which made Lao Huang exclaim:

"You guys are really ruthless. The armor on this truck's front is estimated to be four or five millimeters thick. The entire vehicle weighs almost four hundred kilograms, close to half a ton..."

Chen Shanshan was packing her luggage in the compartment:

"This operation is estimated to take several days. I'll rent it from you on a monthly basis when we get back."

Lao Huang laughed heartily:

"Okay! It looks like you're going to do something big, so I'll wish you a successful start in advance!"

"By the way, an employee from the Guild came by just now and asked me to give this to you."

When Chen Shanshan registered as a Wasteland Hunter, she filled in the address as Lao Huang's bus inn, which was recorded on the license, so the Guild had a record of it.

Chen Shanshan took the paper with some doubts, thinking it was the Wasteland Hunter license being returned after deducting the points.

The light yellow sealed paper was torn open.

Written on it were a few bold and unrestrained characters. Chen Shanshan could only recognize words like 'mission' and 'oriole', so she turned to Ding Yi with some doubts.

As a former teacher, Ding Yi quickly understood the content written on it and read it out:

"Someone in the Guild who knows you heard about your mission plan and intends to be the oriole behind you. Signed, Wu Zhen."

"This is a type of ancient script called cursive script. The handwriting is blurry, and people who are not familiar with ancient writing may not be able to understand it for a while."

Hearing the name Wu Zhen, Chen Shanshan was shocked.

This was the real name of Uncle Wu, the Guild's security guard.

She immediately realized that her previous inexplicable premonition was indeed due to a reason.

She still had to trust her instincts.

"The person who knows us, could it be..."

Ding Yi put away the paper and handed it to Chen Shanshan, subconsciously making a guess in her heart.

The latter put it in her pocket and nodded:

"That's right, it's him."

"Lin Feng's worries have indeed come true."

"Let's go, be careful in the next operation."

Ding Yi nodded, and when she and Liu Qian carried the supplies that had been packed in advance into the tricycle's carriage.

At this time, the two women saw Jiang Zhuo curled up in the corner.

Liu Mingfei explained a few words, and Liu Qian nodded, not paying too much attention.

Ding Yi frowned slightly, and when she heard that Lin Feng had decided to redeem him, she was even more puzzled.

Logically speaking, this person followed Qi Shan when he left, and even if he wasn't the mastermind, he was still a traitor who framed the team. When they saw them being sold to the slave market, Lin Feng and the others stopped pursuing the matter.

Why would they save this half-dead, useless person from the slave owner now?

At this moment, Lin Feng also took out the remaining twenty-odd kilograms of wolf meat from under the compartment's bunk. Seeing Ding Yi in the carriage staring at Jiang Zhuo, he explained a few words.

Understanding the ins and outs and Lin Feng's plan, Ding Yi nodded, saying with a look of hatred:

"That Qi Shan is a terrible person, if he dares to show his face this time, it's best to throw him directly to the wasteland wolves, let him be devoured alive by the wolves, bitten to death!"

"By the way, Shanshan just said that your worries have come true."

"That Qi Shan can't hold back anymore!"

Lin Feng smiled knowingly, looked at Jiang Zhuo with his eyes dull, a trace of fluctuation flashed in his eyes, and his entire face also smiled slightly sinisterly.

With everything ready, the armored tricycle, carrying a group of six people and weapons and equipment, left the convoy and drove towards the wilderness outside Oasis Town.

Looking into the distance, Lin Feng saw two small cars with colored paint spraying on the front of Oasis Town, driving to the right front at a very fast speed.

The eye-catching small car with skin was heading towards the front right side of the fifth village.

Just as Lin Feng was feeling puzzled, Chen Shanshan, who saw this scene in front, said:

"Those are evolutionary's exclusive personalized chariots."

"Equipped with batteries and transformers, the top speed can reach 100 kilometers per hour!"