Chapter 674 Blood Wasteland
The large area of ground was uncovered with potholes, and the jeep of the "Old Tune Group" drove on it, bumping as if it were on a boat.
"I don't want to die in the loneliness of failure
"I don't want to live underground all the time
"Material hoax
"Ants in a hurry
"People without culture are not sad......" (Note 1)
In the singing played by the small speaker, Shang Jianyao, who was sitting in the center of the back row, put one hand on Gnawa's iron arm and the other on Long Yuehong's shoulder, swaying his body from side to side with the dynamic rhythm.
Long Yuehong looked disgusted and tried to get rid of it, but due to limited space, he could not escape from the clutches.
After not driving for a long time, Jiang Baimian, who had itchy hands for a while, glanced at the "navigation", and after confirming that the current direction was correct, he said "heh" and said to Shang Jianyao:
"You've been playing this song quite a bit lately."
"Yes." Shang Jianyao admitted frankly, and then swayed his body and sighed, "But its lyrics are different from the title of the song, I think it is better to change it to 'People without ideals are not sad' is more suitable for our group's situation, yes, that's it, I'll sing it myself and record it when I go back!"
Jiang Baimian smiled and said:
"Have a great time."
"Of course, after dangerous missions again and again, I now feel more and more that I need to have fun in time, be happy, and try to satisfy myself as much as possible." I don't know which Shang Jianyao's words actually have some philosophical meaning.
"Navigation" Bai Chen nodded and said:
"The vast majority of wilderness wanderers have similar thoughts."
Therefore, they either indulge their bodies or modify their cars to vent their catharsis.
Long Yuehong opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't speak.
Shang Jianyao then withdrew his hand on his shoulder, patted his thigh and said:
"I found that after changing that song just now, it is very suitable for the current situation of the 'Salvation Army'!
"Didn't they all say that they were depraved and did not have their original ideals?"
Jiang Baimian's expression was startled, and he quickly reminded:
"When passing through the Salvation Army's sphere of influence, don't provoke them.
"Our only goal is to arrive at Icefield Taicheng quietly and smoothly."
Probably afraid that Shang Jianyao would not pay enough attention, she added:
"The 'assassin' before is not dead yet, and the 'doctor' behind her will probably not let us go, we have to keep a low profile and try not to expose our hidden treasures."
Shang Jianyao showed a contemplative expression:
"If we kill 'Doctor', the 'dark' lackey and the minions of 'Nightmare', is there any hope of recovering Odick's lost sanity?"
In the jeep, no one spoke for a while, only the rock song was echoing to its heart's content.
They all knew that after so long, the possibility of Odick's return to normal was slim.
And more importantly, the "Old Tune Group" is no match for the "Doctor" now, even if he has not completely returned from the "New World", his body is still lying in the Eighth Research Institute.
This kind of understanding made Jiang Baimian, who was familiar with Odick, feel sad for a while, and Long Yuehong and Bai Chen were also a little sad.
Odick's good family was close to fragmentation overnight and could only be maintained by thinking implantation.
After a few seconds, the honest Gnawa answered Shang Jianyao's question:
"I don't think there is much hope."
Jiang Baimian, who was driving, wanted to raise his hand to cover his face.
Gnawa continued:
"If we want to prevent similar tragedies from happening again and again, we must truly and completely dispel the 'nightmare' and drive away the 'darkness'."
Shang saw Yao brushing the ground and turning his body sideways, looking at Gnava:
"Lao Ge, you can actually say such a thing!
"I've grown up."
Slapping, Shang Jianyao applauded with relief.
His sadness just now seemed to have disappeared.
Long Yuehong didn't ask him why he was able to change his mood so quickly, knowing that there was only one answer:
"Dreams are everywhere, why be serious?"
"My level of humanization should be a little higher." Gnawa calmly accepted Shang Jianyao's praise.
At this time, Jiang Baimian remembered something:
"Hey, didn't you say before that you want to go back to the first day and find the owner of room '522' on the cruise ship as soon as possible?
"It's been many days since then, and there is still no harvest?"
Shang Jianyao's expression suddenly became heavy, and he said slowly:
"I forgot."
"......" Jiang Baimian knew that he shouldn't worry about a mentally ill person, "Then try it tonight."
After saying that, she glanced at the sunset that was burning red on the edge of the sky, and then asked:
"Xiaobai, how long is the settlement you mentioned?"
After obtaining a new amount of funding, collecting corresponding items, and replenishing canned biscuits and other foods, the "Old Tune Team" left the original city and embarked on the road to the northeast.
At this time, they have entered the Blood Wasteland, which is the only way to the border of the "First City" and enter the territory of the "Salvation Army".
The blood color of the Blood Wasteland does not refer to the color of the soil here, it comes from the many wars that broke out here during the Chaotic Ages, causing heavy casualties.
——This wasteland is rich in mineral deposits and has less arable land, both of which are extremely prone to disputes.
Before the "First City" expanded its sphere of influence and became dominant, those large and small forces in the Blood Wasteland really stained the valuable land with blood.
Bai Chen distinguished the terrain ahead:
"It will be there in half an hour."
This area can barely be regarded as the area around the original city, and before going deep into the wasteland, Bai Chen had been here and knew where a settlement belonging to the "original city" was.
It is relatively lively due to the large number of relic hunters.
When the sun fell on the horizon, the settlement appeared in front of Long Yuehong and the others.
In the Old World, it was a shopping plaza on the outskirts of the city, and today its contents have long been emptied, but the vast parking lot and the complex of buildings that make up several shorter streets have been preserved as a settlement for wilderness wanderers.
Those buildings were not high, only two or three stories, all of the core area was a residence, and the outer ones were transformed into bunkers, forming a fairly strong defense line.
Because it connects the ruins, a large number of mineral deposits, and the original city in the depths of the Blood Wilderness, it is an important commercial node, so the vast parking lot is parked with a large number of various modified vehicles.
The empty space without vehicles has become a place for relic hunters to communicate with each other and even trade.
The residents of the settlement came out from time to time to sell the valuable items they had collected, hoping to exchange them for light beer and food.
——This area is heavily polluted, even groundwater cannot be eaten for a long time, and brewed light beer is more suitable for long-distance transportation than clean water.
With so many relic hunters there, the arrival of the "Old Tune Team" was like a stone falling into the sea, without causing any waves.
Moreover, many hunter teams here have robot companions, and Gnawa is not conspicuous at all, which can only prove that Jiang Baimian and others are not easy to mess with.
"There is excitement over there!" As soon as Shang Jianyao got out of the car, he excitedly pointed to the road not far away.
It was a blank area, with a bonfire lit in the middle, surrounded by many people, some hooking up with the opposite sex, some setting up stalls selling small items, some seemingly merchants, shuttling between relic hunters, wanting to buy their adventures at a cheap price, some gathering together, drinking light beer, and talking and laughing loudly.
Jiang Baimian didn't try to stop Shang Jianyao, but smiled:
"Let's go, go over and listen, maybe you can find out useful news and trade special food."
Shang Jianyao couldn't wait to take a step forward and took the lead.
Long Yuehong, Bai Chen and others followed.
They had just arrived at the campfire area when the crowd suddenly fell silent, as if someone had pressed the silencer.
Relying on his height, Jiang Baimian found that several people had walked out of the settlement.
The leader was nearly 1.8 meters tall, wearing a black trench coat, with all his black hair standing back, and his face was relatively thin and angular.
The beard at his chin stretched all the way to his ears, and his eyes were brownish-gray.
After a short period of silence, someone among the relic hunters by the bonfire laughed loudly:
"Davis, I heard that you met a great guy this time and almost didn't come back?"
It was the middle-aged man in a black trench coat with a beard and a beard, he glanced at the talking relic hunter and laughed:
"It is indeed very powerful, two high 'mindless people'.
"However, we are still back, unlike you, we don't dare to go to the ruins of No. 9 at all!"
Ruins No. 9 is one of the most famous ruins in the Blood Wasteland, and to this day, there are still many places that have not been explored by the ruin hunters, and there are many dangers lurking, and the official "First City" has organized several operations, and after taking some things, it seems that they have lost interest in it and let it be.
Two high "heartless people"? Hearing Davis's answer, the ruin hunters gasped one after another.
Two higher "heartless people"...... Long Yuehong actually had a feeling of numbness.
In the past, no matter where he was, encountering two higher "mindless people" was a big deal for him, worthy of thrilling and sweating.
But now, after experiencing the ruins of Wasteland No. 13, Long Yuehong feels a little disdainful when she looks at anything else:
That's it?
Moreover, the ruins of Swamp No. 1 they had been to might be even more terrifying than the ruins of Wasteland No. 13 if they thought about it, after all, Wu Meng was sealed, but Xiao Chong was free to move.
If it weren't for Shang Jianyao's successful friendship at that time, the result would be unimaginable.
Long Yuehong's thoughts fluctuated, Shang Jianyao looked at Davis fixedly, as if he was thinking about why so many people like to wear trench coats, and whether he wanted to get one.
Note 1: Quoted from "People Without Ideals Are Not Sad", New Pants Band
(End of this chapter)