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The stained oil gun was inserted into the refitted locomotive, and old Peter hammered on the worn fuel tank, so the remaining gasoline slowly flowed into the locomotive to refill the energy of action for the locomotive.
It was still dawn, and from here, the distance of the wilderness was ruled by darkness. The wind blew from that direction, and the bitter cold tested the patched cotton coat on old Peter.
Kim came out of the convenience store. He was still wearing the camouflage suit, and the wound on his arm had been well treated. Soon there will be scars, perhaps traces, but real warriors are always proud of scars.
King thought he was a real warrior, so he didn't mind.
Looking at the helmet held by Kim, old Peter shook his head and said, "didn't you say you were going to stay for a day or two and leave so soon?"
"Yes, I have a temporary job," Kim said with a smile. He didn't tell the old man who watched him grow up. King knew that it would be better for old Peter to know less. The adult didn't want to talk about him. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, people who know this information may lie in their own blood and never get up.
A moment later, old Peter had filled the locomotive with oil. He picked up the oil gun and said to Kim, "when will you come back?"
"I'm not sure, but the working period is quite long. I'm afraid I can't come back in a short time." Kim took a bag from his pocket and threw it to old Peter.
"What?" old Peter opened the outer tarpaulin and saw a shiny gold bar, a well maintained left wheel, and finally seven or eight bullets. He was surprised, looked at Kim and said, "why do you give me this?"
Kim looked into the distance and said, "old Peter, get out of here. This gold bar is enough for you to live well in other cities."
Old Peter was silent for a moment, but then he laughed. He laughed so quickly that he choked into some cold air, and the laughter turned into a cough again. After coughing for a long time, his old face turned red, but he finally calmed down. Old Peter shook his head and said with a sigh, "I'm old. I'm 56 years old this year. Even I'm surprised to live to this day. Whether you want to believe it or not, Kim, I'm dying."
He stood up, braved the cold wind, opened his coat and exposed his chest. The old man's chest was covered with dark red mutant tissue. There were so many of them, like countless leeches attached to old Peter. The old man said bleakly, "these greedy guys keep absorbing my vitality. Now I won't feel warm no matter how much clothes I wear. I'm like a cold corpse, you know, child. So I can't use this gold bar, because I'm afraid I can't survive this winter."
Gold's hand in his pocket creaks. This is the reality. People in the wilderness are associated with radiation almost every day because they have no good protective measures. Unless they are capable, the life span of a Puneng person is only about 50. As old Peter said, he lived to be nearly sixty years old. However, Jin knew that in the old times, this was nothing at all. It was common for people in that era to live in their 70s and 80s if they did not suffer from bad diseases.
I still remember when I was a child, when my three or five companions played together, we told each other our ideals. At that time, someone asked Kim what kind of person he wanted to be in the future. Kim shouted in a childish voice, "I want to be a doctor because I want to save everyone!"
But now, he has not become a doctor, but a capable person. Until he grew up, Kim realized that one person could not save the world. It takes a lot of people to save the world.
And Kim, I believe that the adult can save the world full of barbarians!
Kim left. In silence, he started the car and left town with what old Peter gave him. Old Peter left only one bullet as a souvenir. When he watched the old man stagger back to the convenience store, Kim almost cried.
But he held it back. The last world didn't need tears.
Wait for me, old Peter. Next time I come back, maybe I can get a gene repair solution. Kim thought so, and pulled out a white line in a black locomotive and went straight into the darkness of the wilderness.
Gradually, it was dawn. The radiation cloud began to light up a reddish sky, indicating the arrival of a morning.
On a hill not far from the town, a thick rubber soled military boot stepped on the cold granite. It was a man in a black cloak. The hood covering the whole head was occasionally lifted by the wind, but it was clamped by a pair of fingers with hands.
A woman knelt behind the man.
Women have light blue hair. They are flying in the air. With each dance, glittering ice flakes float from the hair and then disperse in the air. The woman is beautiful, wearing the same blue lipstick. She wore very little. Even on such a cold morning, she only wore a tight black leather coat. Leather clothes draw the curve that makes people breathe fire, but the figure is so hot, but the woman's face is always shrouded in frost.
"That's Kim's town." the standing man made a low voice from his hat. Although his voice was neutral, he could still hear that it was a man.
The woman kneeling on the ground replied, "yes, sir, this is a slum. The people in the town lack economic resources and do not have enough strength to organize the security team, so they belong to the gray area. The people in the town mainly pick up some uranium from a buried former military warehouse 342 kilometers away and sell it to nearby purchasers, which is a high-risk operation."
Obviously, women have a clear understanding of the town, so they can answer as well as they do now.
The man nodded and said: "Kim really has good potential, but he is still too naive, and he still doesn't understand that as a killer, he doesn't need additional feelings, such as family and friendship. This town will become an obstacle to his growth. Alice, erase it from this land. Then tell Kim that zero people followed him and destroyed the town out of revenge."
"Yes, sir!" Alice stood up and retreated slowly back.
Two minutes later, her lonely voice walked towards the town with a sharp chill. Looking at her, the man said faintly: "the killer doesn't need feelings. You are, and so is Kim!"
In the convenience store, old Peter lay back in his warm quilt, but he couldn't dispel the cold on himself.
"This damn weather," old Peter scolded and turned up the temperature of the heater a little.
Just then, there was a long, shrill cry outside the window. The cry was full of fear and despair. Old Peter immediately jumped up from the bed. He took down the rifle hanging on the wall and pressed the few special bullets left in the drawer into the barrel.
After all this, old Peter left the house and came to the convenience store. There were constant screams outside the store. Old Peter saw people running outside his store from time to time, including old people, children, men and women. But without exception, there were always light blue lights flashing. Each light flashing, there would be a scream of death.
Old Peter was calm. He squatted down and approached the door little by little. He opened the door a little, and then looked out of the door.
I don't know when a woman with blue hair appeared in the long street outside the door. She was dancing with hundreds of ice cones. The ice cones beside her were constantly fired like machine guns. A man passing the old Peter store was suddenly stabbed by an ice cone while running, and his chest immediately bled, while the man was frozen strangely, and finally turned into an ice sculpture.
Ice sculptures like this are almost all over the town!
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The stained oil gun was inserted into the refitted locomotive, and old Peter hammered on the worn fuel tank, so the remaining gasoline slowly flowed into the locomotive to refill the energy of action for the locomotive.
It was still dawn, and from here, the distance of the wilderness was ruled by darkness. The wind blew from that direction, and the bitter cold tested the patched cotton coat on old Peter.
Kim came out of the convenience store. He was still wearing the camouflage suit, and the wound on his arm had been well treated. Soon there will be scars, perhaps traces, but real warriors are always proud of scars.
King thought he was a real warrior, so he didn't mind.
Looking at the helmet held by Kim, old Peter shook his head and said, "didn't you say you were going to stay for a day or two and leave so soon?"
"Yes, I have a temporary job," Kim said with a smile. He didn't tell the old man who watched him grow up. King knew that it would be better for old Peter to know less. The adult didn't want to talk about him. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, people who know this information may lie in their own blood and never get up.
A moment later, old Peter had filled the locomotive with oil. He picked up the oil gun and said to Kim, "when will you come back?"
"I'm not sure, but the working period is quite long. I'm afraid I can't come back in a short time." Kim took a bag from his pocket and threw it to old Peter.
"What?" old Peter opened the outer tarpaulin and saw a shiny gold bar, a well maintained left wheel, and finally seven or eight bullets. He was surprised, looked at Kim and said, "why do you give me this?"
Kim looked into the distance and said, "old Peter, get out of here. This gold bar is enough for you to live well in other cities."
Old Peter was silent for a moment, but then he laughed. He laughed so quickly that he choked into some cold air, and the laughter turned into a cough again. After coughing for a long time, his old face turned red, but he finally calmed down. Old Peter shook his head and said with a sigh, "I'm old. I'm 56 years old this year. Even I'm surprised to live to this day. Whether you want to believe it or not, Kim, I'm dying."
He stood up, braved the cold wind, opened his coat and exposed his chest. The old man's chest was covered with dark red mutant tissue. There were so many of them, like countless leeches attached to old Peter. The old man said bleakly, "these greedy guys keep absorbing my vitality. Now I won't feel warm no matter how much clothes I wear. I'm like a cold corpse, you know, child. So I can't use this gold bar, because I'm afraid I can't survive this winter."
Gold's hand in his pocket creaks. This is the reality. People in the wilderness are associated with radiation almost every day because they have no good protective measures. Unless they are capable, the life span of a Puneng person is only about 50. As old Peter said, he lived to be nearly sixty years old. However, Jin knew that in the old times, this was nothing at all. It was common for people in that era to live in their 70s and 80s if they did not suffer from bad diseases.
I still remember when I was a child, when my three or five companions played together, we told each other our ideals. At that time, someone asked Kim what kind of person he wanted to be in the future. Kim shouted in a childish voice, "I want to be a doctor because I want to save everyone!"
But now, he has not become a doctor, but a capable person. Until he grew up, Kim realized that one person could not save the world. It takes a lot of people to save the world.
And Kim, I believe that the adult can save the world full of barbarians!
Kim left. In silence, he started the car and left town with what old Peter gave him. Old Peter left only one bullet as a souvenir. When he watched the old man stagger back to the convenience store, Kim almost cried.
But he held it back. The last world didn't need tears.
Wait for me, old Peter. Next time I come back, maybe I can get a gene repair solution. Kim thought so, and pulled out a white line in a black locomotive and went straight into the darkness of the wilderness.
Gradually, it was dawn. The radiation cloud began to light up a reddish sky, indicating the arrival of a morning.
On a hill not far from the town, a thick rubber soled military boot stepped on the cold granite. It was a man in a black cloak. The hood covering the whole head was occasionally lifted by the wind, but it was clamped by a pair of fingers with hands.
A woman knelt behind the man.
Women have light blue hair. They are flying in the air. With each dance, glittering ice flakes float from the hair and then disperse in the air. The woman is beautiful, wearing the same blue lipstick. She wore very little. Even on such a cold morning, she only wore a tight black leather coat. Leather clothes draw the curve that makes people breathe fire, but the figure is so hot, but the woman's face is always shrouded in frost.
"That's Kim's town." the standing man made a low voice from his hat. Although his voice was neutral, he could still hear that it was a man.
The woman kneeling on the ground replied, "yes, sir, this is a slum. The people in the town lack economic resources and do not have enough strength to organize the security team, so they belong to the gray area. The people in the town mainly pick up some uranium from a buried former military warehouse 342 kilometers away and sell it to nearby purchasers, which is a high-risk operation."
Obviously, women have a clear understanding of the town, so they can answer as well as they do now.
The man nodded and said: "Kim really has good potential, but he is still too naive, and he still doesn't understand that as a killer, he doesn't need additional feelings, such as family and friendship. This town will become an obstacle to his growth. Alice, erase it from this land. Then tell Kim that zero people followed him and destroyed the town out of revenge."
"Yes, sir!" Alice stood up and retreated slowly back.
Two minutes later, her lonely voice walked towards the town with a sharp chill. Looking at her, the man said faintly: "the killer doesn't need feelings. You are, and so is Kim!"
In the convenience store, old Peter lay back in his warm quilt, but he couldn't dispel the cold on himself.
"This damn weather," old Peter scolded and turned up the temperature of the heater a little.
Just then, there was a long, shrill cry outside the window. The cry was full of fear and despair. Old Peter immediately jumped up from the bed. He took down the rifle hanging on the wall and pressed the few special bullets left in the drawer into the barrel.
After all this, old Peter left the house and came to the convenience store. There were constant screams outside the store. Old Peter saw people running outside his store from time to time, including old people, children, men and women. But without exception, there were always light blue lights flashing. Each light flashing, there would be a scream of death.
Old Peter was calm. He squatted down and approached the door little by little. He opened the door a little, and then looked out of the door.
I don't know when a woman with blue hair appeared in the long street outside the door. She was dancing with hundreds of ice cones. The ice cones beside her were constantly fired like machine guns. A man passing the old Peter store was suddenly stabbed by an ice cone while running, and his chest immediately bled, while the man was frozen strangely, and finally turned into an ice sculpture.
Ice sculptures like this are almost all over the town!
The stained oil gun was inserted into the refitted locomotive, and old Peter hammered on the worn fuel tank, so the remaining gasoline slowly flowed into the locomotive to refill the energy of action for the locomotive.It was still dawn, and from here, the distance of the wilderness was ruled by darkness. The wind blew from that direction, and the bitter cold tested the patched cotton coat on old Peter.Kim came out of the convenience store. He was still wearing the camouflage suit, and the wound on his arm had been well treated. Soon there will be scars, perhaps traces, but real warriors are always proud of scars.King thought he was a real warrior, so he didn't mind.Looking at the helmet held by Kim, old Peter shook his head and said, "didn't you say you were going to stay for a day or two and leave so soon?""Yes, I have a temporary job," Kim said with a smile. He didn't tell the old man who watched him grow up. King knew that it would be better for old Peter to know less. The adult didn't want to talk about him. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, people who know this information may lie in their own blood and never get up.A moment later, old Peter had filled the locomotive with oil. He picked up the oil gun and said to Kim, "when will you come back?""I'm not sure, but the working period is quite long. I'm afraid I can't come back in a short time." Kim took a bag from his pocket and threw it to old Peter."What?" old Peter opened the outer tarpaulin and saw a shiny gold bar, a well maintained left wheel, and finally seven or eight bullets. He was surprised, looked at Kim and said, "why do you give me this?"Kim looked into the distance and said, "old Peter, get out of here. This gold bar is enough for you to live well in other cities."Old Peter was silent for a moment, but then he laughed. He laughed so quickly that he choked into some cold air, and the laughter turned into a cough again. After coughing for a long time, his old face turned red, but he finally calmed down. Old Peter shook his head and said with a sigh, "I'm old. I'm 56 years old this year. Even I'm surprised to live to this day. Whether you want to believe it or not, Kim, I'm dying."He stood up, braved the cold wind, opened his coat and exposed his chest. The old man's chest was covered with dark red mutant tissue. There were so many of them, like countless leeches attached to old Peter. The old man said bleakly, "these greedy guys keep absorbing my vitality. Now I won't feel warm no matter how much clothes I wear. I'm like a cold corpse, you know, child. So I can't use this gold bar, because I'm afraid I can't survive this winter."Gold's hand in his pocket creaks. This is the reality. People in the wilderness are associated with radiation almost every day because they have no good protective measures. Unless they are capable, the life span of a Puneng person is only about 50. As old Peter said, he lived to be nearly sixty years old. However, Jin knew that in the old times, this was nothing at all. It was common for people in that era to live in their 70s and 80s if they did not suffer from bad diseases.I still remember when I was a child, when my three or five companions played together, we told each other our ideals. At that time, someone asked Kim what kind of person he wanted to be in the future. Kim shouted in a childish voice, "I want to be a doctor because I want to save everyone!"But now, he has not become a doctor, but a capable person. Until he grew up, Kim realized that one person could not save the world. It takes a lot of people to save the world.And Kim, I believe that the adult can save the world full of barbarians!Kim left. In silence, he started the car and left town with what old Peter gave him. Old Peter left only one bullet as a souvenir. When he watched the old man stagger back to the convenience store, Kim almost cried.But he held it back. The last world didn't need tears.Wait for me, old Peter. Next time I come back, maybe I can get a gene repair solution. Kim thought so, and pulled out a white line in a black locomotive and went straight into the darkness of the wilderness.Gradually, it was dawn. The radiation cloud began to light up a reddish sky, indicating the arrival of a morning.On a hill not far from the town, a thick rubber soled military boot stepped on the cold granite. It was a man in a black cloak. The hood covering the whole head was occasionally lifted by the wind, but it was clamped by a pair of fingers with hands.A woman knelt behind the man.Women have light blue hair. They are flying in the air. With each dance, glittering ice flakes float from the hair and then disperse in the air. The woman is beautiful, wearing the same blue lipstick. She wore very little. Even on such a cold morning, she only wore a tight black leather coat. Leather clothes draw the curve that makes people breathe fire, but the figure is so hot, but the woman's face is always shrouded in frost."That's Kim's town." the standing man made a low voice from his hat. Although his voice was neutral, he could still hear that it was a man.The woman kneeling on the ground replied, "yes, sir, this is a slum. The people in the town lack economic resources and do not have enough strength to organize the security team, so they belong to the gray area. The people in the town mainly pick up some uranium from a buried former military warehouse 342 kilometers away and sell it to nearby purchasers, which is a high-risk operation."Obviously, women have a clear understanding of the town, so they can answer as well as they do now.The man nodded and said: "Kim really has good potential, but he is still too naive, and he still doesn't understand that as a killer, he doesn't need additional feelings, such as family and friendship. This town will become an obstacle to his growth. Alice, erase it from this land. Then tell Kim that zero people followed him and destroyed the town out of revenge.""Yes, sir!" Alice stood up and retreated slowly back.Two minutes later, her lonely voice walked towards the town with a sharp chill. Looking at her, the man said faintly: "the killer doesn't need feelings. You are, and so is Kim!"In the convenience store, old Peter lay back in his warm quilt, but he couldn't dispel the cold on himself."This damn weather," old Peter scolded and turned up the temperature of the heater a little.Just then, there was a long, shrill cry outside the window. The cry was full of fear and despair. Old Peter immediately jumped up from the bed. He took down the rifle hanging on the wall and pressed the few special bullets left in the drawer into the barrel.After all this, old Peter left the house and came to the convenience store. There were constant screams outside the store. Old Peter saw people running outside his store from time to time, including old people, children, men and women. But without exception, there were always light blue lights flashing. Each light flashing, there would be a scream of death.Old Peter was calm. He squatted down and approached the door little by little. He opened the door a little, and then looked out of the door.I don't know when a woman with blue hair appeared in the long street outside the door. She was dancing with hundreds of ice cones. The ice cones beside her were constantly fired like machine guns. A man passing the old Peter store was suddenly stabbed by an ice cone while running, and his chest immediately bled, while the man was frozen strangely, and finally turned into an ice sculpture.Ice sculptures like this are almost all over the town!
