"Grass, this time I've been thrown into the desert. Where is Las Vegas that I promised? You're trying to kill me, right?"

Under the vicious sun, in the vast sea of ​​sand, Cao Hong got up from under the pile of sand with his hands and feet, spit out the sand in his mouth, and scolded loudly.

"I can't blame me for telling you that the conditions have been difficult, and you still don't believe it!" Zhu's voice was a little gloating.

"Honey | Egg, who said that they were all rescue tasks at the beginning? It is more beneficial to choose one with more rewards?"

Zhu smiled and said, "I just said it is difficult to receive three tasks at the same time. Compared to the Song Dynasty, going to the robbery of the law, going to Shanghai to talk nonsense with those bad guys, choosing a doomsday crisis plane with a higher reward is a little more beneficial!"

Cao Hong snorted, raised his hand to summon the black and white books, and slightly identified the direction of his advance, saying, "Forget it, compared to the souls of ten mercenaries who sacrificed their lives for justice, the souls of several gangsters and bandits are not worth mentioning. But you have to tell me where is this?"

Zhu Qi said: "Don't the map automatically display on the black and white books?"

Cao Hong rolled his eyes and said, "The Americas in parallel planes are not the same as the main patriarch's terrain, so you can't understand it?"

Zhu smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you from the beginning? This is Las Vegas. It's just that no one has removed the sand for three years. Most of the time has been buried by wind and sand."

Cao Hong looked up at the distance and saw several buildings in the shape of the shapes from a distance. He glanced at the black and white book and said, "The client is thousands of kilometers away from us. It seems that he has to get a car first!"

Zhu Youxian said: "I admire your foresight. I know that I will definitely be unfavorable to go to the army. I prepared a container of military canned food for myself in advance. I can't starve to death even if I walk in the desert for a year!"

Cao Hong rolled his eyes, too lazy to pay attention to Zhu's sarcastic words, and asked, "I don't understand very well. Since we need souls, why not go to ancient war planes, such as the Battle of Red Cliffs of the Three Kingdoms. As long as you stand by and do nothing, you can easily get more than 100,000 souls even if you don't do anything?"

"This is impossible!" Zhu heard Cao Hong talk about the serious matters and said seriously, "It is not because we are not time travelers and cannot choose planes independently, nor is it because we cannot start a large number of killings in the time travel plane, no matter how many creatures die, the soul belongs to the original plane.

Simply put, the crossing plane is equivalent to a farmer, whose soul is the wheat from the farmer's house, while the traveler is the adopted son who is forced into the farmer's house. We are helpers hired from outside.

Creating killing is like cutting wheat. Farmers harvest wheat by themselves, and how much they get is their own. Time travelers have the identity of adopted sons, so they can get a small share of the best wheat and leave a small portion of the best wheat as pocket money. However, we helpers, no matter how much they do, they will get the wages. Even if all the wheat is cut, they will have to be stored in the granary of other farmers. At most, we can grab two more handfuls of small ones and hide them in our pockets."

Cao Hong nodded slightly and said, "So, the dog slaughter who was accidentally harvested last time was the wheat we secretly caught!"

"Formal." The stolen wheat is far less valuable than the commission given by the adopted son, so for us, it can only be regarded as an optional entertainment."

Cao Hong shrugged and said, "So let's work together!"

All speechless.

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He tapped his toes on the sand dune, and a hole suddenly burst out on the ground. Cao Hong's body had already jumped high and fell to the distance. The spirit pressed into his body, and it was five or six meters higher, and his body was in a bow shape. From a distance, he looked like a running and jumping leopard.

However, Cao Hong realized that he had lost his long fluttering hair, so that when he used his high light skills, he did not have the slightest aura.

The body has just been strengthened, and the amount of spiritual pressure is deliberately slightly better than that of the first-year students in Zhenyang College, and it is impossible to condense outside the body for a long time. What's more, it is an advanced skill like stepping on air.

That’s right, it’s Zhenyang Academy, the Zhenyang Academy among the God of Death.

After strengthening that day, Cao Hong found the connection between his body strengthening and the Death Power System in the anime that night. But he shrewdly did not ask any questions about the "Soul Realm", but instead studied the Death Power System from beginning to end.

The actions of the generals Cao Hong were seen, but there was no explanation.

Therefore, Cao Hong came to the conclusion that there must be problems here. Although he was curious, Cao Hong was not in a hurry, and the truth would be revealed sooner or later.

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After rushing in the desert for an hour, I finally set foot on the clean road. I looked back and looked at the vast sea of ​​sand and felt that it was a miracle to be able to run out of it in just one hour!

I looked down at the black and white book and found that there was another storage card.

"The reason is quite complicated, but every time a storage card is opened, it will automatically add one." Some people actively explained.

Cao Hong nodded dispensable. Although this thing is indeed more useful, Cao Hong still thinks it is better not to rely too much. With the experience of the last mission, Cao Hong's preparations for this mission have become more fully prepared.

Two-hand gun, wire rope for life saving is necessary, and a complete set of standard US Marine Corps equipment makes Cao Hong dressed up like a mercenary more than a killer.

I searched on the detailed map of the black and white book, took out a small telescope from my arms and looked around. Soon Cao Hong found what he wanted.

A motel.

This is thanks to the United States' perfect road service system, which ensures that there is a rest stop every 50 kilometers for long-distance personnel to repair and eat.

Cao Hong was sure that he could find what he wanted there.

It is not far away if you can see it with your eyes. Even if Cao Hong hides his strength and just trots all the way, he has already entered this shabby rest stop in less than twenty minutes.

It is not very accurate to say that it is dilapidated, but to be precise, it should be desolate.

Judging from the degree of rottenness of the wooden sign, it has been at least three years since no one has maintained it.

"Is anyone?"

Standing at the gate, Cao Hong shouted.

The ground was too clean, and Cao Hong could instinctively feel that someone should be there.

I waited quietly for a while, but no answer.

Cao Hong thought for a while, took out a cigarette and hung it in his mouth, popped out the lighter and lit it casually. After taking a few breaths, he slowly walked towards the parking lot.

This biochemical doomsday plane has been around for three to five years, and various resources have definitely dropped to the lowest level. If someone inside saw Cao Hong alone and had scarce resources like cigarettes on his hand, there would probably be few that could not be able to withstand it.

This road is a state-level highway. Except for the middle road, there are mostly loess on the left and right. Therefore, this parking lot is not so particular, it is just a large piece of flattened land.

There are many cars in the parking lot, but most of them have been stacked up to form a barrier to wind and sand. Only a few worn pickup trucks and small trailers are placed in the middle. Judging from the thick sand and dust on the glass, it is estimated that no one has touched them for a while.

I reached out to apply a hand to the window of a small pickup truck. Seeing that the parts inside were generally complete, I directly reached out to open the car door.

"Hey! Stay away from my car!"

Hearing a loud shout from behind, Cao Hong's mouth showed a smile.

Turning around, I saw a big man with long beard and hair, holding a hunting gun toward him from a distance.

As soon as he looked up and down, he found a woman on the roof with a landline and a gun, and two people were lying on the motel sign. Cao Hong raised his hand wisely.

"I thought there was no one here!"

With Cao Hong's current vision strength, he could naturally clearly see that the machine in the woman's hand on the roof had rusted to death. But he still did not move.

The big man walked over step by step, and while looking up at Cao Hong, Cao Hong was also looking at him.

thin!

This is the first word reflected in my mind.

The bones on the man's face and neck were clearly visible. The two jaws were protruding, the skin on his face was old and cracked. Although the hand holding the hunting gun was trying its best to be stable, he still couldn't help but tremble slightly. The veins on both hands were almost turning purple. You could play a starving ghost without applying makeup.

The big man in the burial looked at the cigarette on Cao Hong's mouth, took a strong breath, and said, "Give me your cigarette, and then get out of my territory!"

Cao Hong smiled, took out the cigarette, raised his hand and threw it over.

The moment when the man subconsciously reached out to take the call, Cao Hong suddenly moved.

The lightning pounced in front of the man, raised his foot and kicked the gun away from his hand, quickly pulled out the wire rope from his wrist, wrapped it around his neck twice, pulled it hard and carried him in front of him, and used his body to block the guns of the two people on the billboard.

He grabbed the bag of cigarettes on the ground and picked them up one by one. His right hand quickly poked out and grabbed them. Cao Hong smiled and put the bag of cigarettes in the pocket of the worn-out top of the man, saying, "Sir, your cigarette has fallen!"

The big man in the burying man reached out and held the wire rope around his neck, not daring to move rashly, his eyes calmed down with a dead breath. It was not until he saw Cao Hong really give him cigarettes that he had a little vitality. After a while of silence, he spoke hoarsely: "What the hell do you want to do?"

"You saw it, I need a car!" Cao Hong often exhaled a puff of cigarettes and said, "It's better to have a tank of oil!"

"It was impossible at that time! All the gasoline in the entire hotel was not even ten gallons together, and filling the fuel tank was definitely a delusion." The man took a deep breath, as if he wanted to enjoy it as much as possible before the smoke in the air dissipated. With his image, he looked like a big smoker.

Cao Hong stuffed his cigarette into the mouth of the burying man and whispered: "Hey, man, I don't want to cause trouble. The world has become this damn thing, and we humans shouldn't kill each other. I have something to do to run a long way and need a car. Can you help me?"
Chapter completed!