The cold wind blew across the wilderness and came with a bone-broken coldness. Vasila shivered, then stood up straight and looked forward. Under the dark clouds, the entire wilderness was so depressing. This made Vasila frown and curse secretly. He moved his fingers holding the gun and looked around.

There is nothing left.

This damn ghost weather!

After confirming that nothing special existed in the distance, Vasila shook her head. This was the first time he felt so restless since joining the Federation. Something wrong with the big guys above seemed to have been wrong recently. Not only did the limelight become much tighter, but even more patrols were dispatched.

It’s not that Vasila has heard some rumors, such as their failure to attack the Ninth District, and those capable people are launching a counterattack against them. Several strongholds in the Federation have fallen, and almost all the people inside have been captured as slaves. Now the Federation seems to have no choice for those who show off their power on their territory. Such performance has made many people feel very discouraged. However, Vasila is different. He is not a native Federalist. As a wasteland vagrant, Vasila mostly followed the merchants as a bodyguard in the first 20 years. He has seen slaves, mobs, and changed.

The alien species even escaped under the electromagnetic storm. It was after that that, the vicissitudes of life chose to end this life without a fixed place and stayed in a congregation place of the Federation. As a soldier with pretty good skills, he joined the Federation Legion and became a guard captain and shooting instructor. For Vasila, this kind of life was pretty good. Of course, it was also dangerous to participate in battle as a federal soldier, but in the wasteland, even if you were walking in the garden, you might encounter mutant species falling from the sky. In contrast, the foreseeable threat of death became insignificant.

The federal anti-ability education seems meaningless to Vasila. Only those baby soldiers who grew up under federal brainwashing education will truly believe that humans can defeat abilities. Vasila has always scoffed at this. During the days of traveling around the world, he has seen many abilities. Some of them can even resist the power of nature of heaven and earth with their own strength. Since then, Vasila has never thought about hunting abilities.

It is precisely because of this that Vasira found it funny to see the young men under him looking in a daze. Of course, he did not dare to reveal his feelings. Abilityists are taboos in the Federation, and no one wants to be related to them.

But...... Now these guys finally hit the iron plate.

“——————!”

At this moment, Vasila suddenly saw a few lights appearing at the end of the road, which made Vasila immediately become more vigilant. He held his gun tightly and stood up, then kicked his sleepy colleague next to him hard, and ordered them to cheer up. Soon, the sentry, which was originally somewhat silent, immediately began to move, and the soldiers seemed to try to drive away the boredom and dullness quickly assembled. Then the snow-white searchlight lit up and shone forward. The soldiers also raised their weapons in their hands and aimed at the front. It was not until the other party appeared in the searchlight that everyone breathed a sigh of relief and lowered their guns.

I saw a convoy of vehicles appearing in the searchlight, surrounded by four or five off-road vehicles. Surrounded by these off-road vehicles, three large trucks with steel plates are clearly visible. This is the most common caravan on the wasteland. They are rushing between various gathering places, responsible for the transportation and sales of goods, and are also the most expected existence of various gathering places.

"call………"

Looking at the familiar mark on the convoy, Vasira breathed a sigh of relief. Then he took out a cigarette from his pocket and put it in his mouth. Then he walked out of the guard post, came to the convoy, looked at the truck in the middle, and waved his hand.

"Oh, old Jack! You're coming later than usual!"

The leader of the caravan who was called Old Jack by Vasila was the leader of the caravan, a fat head and big ears, who looked like the concrete word "Businessman". Hearing Vasila's voice, Old Jack took out his handkerchief and wiped his shiny forehead. Then he got out of the car with a smile and came to Vasila, nodding at him.

"Hello, Captain Vasira...this, haha...I'm sorry, it's a little late this time...but it's also the goods you want are too difficult to deal with..."

"You should tell the commander about this explanation."

After taking the documents handed over by Old Jack on a routine basis, Vasila complained casually while checking.

"He has been waiting for this cargo for a while, and it's strange to say that the caravan hasn't come much recently... I remember the last time the caravan came here was half a month ago. Now the supplies in the gathering place are relatively tight, and thanks to the things you transported... Okay, no problem, go in."

After checking the documents, Vasila made way out and waved her hand to signal them to go in. But what went against Vasila's surprise was that this time, Old Jack did not leave immediately as before. On the contrary, he held the documents and hesitated for a moment before looking at Vasila, carefully speaking with a smile on his face.

"That... Captain Vasira, this time... we won't go in..."

"What? What does it mean?"

When Vasila heard Old Jack's words, he didn't react for a moment. He widened his eyes and stared at the businessman in front of him.

"If you don't go in? If you don't go in, how can you unload the goods?"

"This... we can unload the goods here, and you can send someone to get it..."

As the old Jack said, he picked up the handkerchief and wiped his forehead again. At this time, Vasilla realized that he seemed a little nervous and kept turning his head left and right, as if he was afraid that something would suddenly jump out.

"What's wrong? Old Jack? What are you doing? If you don't go in and unload the goods, we will not give you the final payment. You should be very clear about this."

Looking at the abnormal appearance of the merchant, Vasira secretly became suspicious. He made a gesture calmly. Soon, the machine gun on the post was raised again and aimed at the convoy.

But Old Jack seemed to turn a blind eye to this. He just glanced around nervously, and after confirming that there was nothing abnormal, he looked at Vasila again.

"I know, but...oh... forget it, I don't want the final payment anymore, I'll put the goods here... You can send someone to get it yourself..."

As he spoke, Old Jack turned around and planned to leave. Seeing Old Jack's appearance, Vasila immediately realized that the situation was wrong. The merchants on the wasteland regarded goods more important than life. Old Jack was also a person who never suffered a loss. This time he would have abnormally expressed that he didn't want the final payment, which was as strange as the sun came out from the west.

Something must be wrong!!

Thinking of this, Vasila didn't care about the warning and hurriedly walked forward and pressed the old Jack's shoulder. Then, before the merchant could react, he took him aside.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

When Vasila pulled her to the side, Old Jack was so scared that his face was pale, as if he was a girl forced into the alley by a hooligan. But even so, he still swept around with his eyes and looked to the side from time to time. Old Jack's abnormal appearance made Vasila even more confused. He patted Old Jack's shoulder, calmed him a little, and then asked.

"Okay, tell me what happened. I think it's not normal for you to do this... Have you heard some rumors? How about it? You can't believe me if others don't believe me? After all, I've also seen you for two years. You won't even talk about this kind of friendship."

"Oh...this..."

Hearing Vasira's words, Old Jack's face was also squeezed into a ball. He frowned and thought for a while before he slapped his thighs hard as if he had made up his mind.

"Forget it, brother, you said that this is the case. I, Old Jack, can't really be in a relationship without talking about it..."

As he spoke, Old Jack put his mouth close to Vasila's ear and said in a low voice.

"We heard... the federal doctor's treatment list is on."

“…………What? What?”

When Vasila heard Old Jack's words, he was completely confused. He was ready to hear any shocking news without changing his face. But what the hell is this? Doctors? Treatment list?

"Oh... Brother, you are not familiar with the situation here. Seeing that you have been staying for me for a few years, I would like to remind you, leave the Federation as soon as possible and find a place to stay away. If you don't understand, you can check it yourself. I believe you will understand what I mean soon... In short, after this business is completed, we will no longer do business with the Federation."

"What does it mean? Why?"

"Haha... you will know, maybe you will feel better if you don't know."

Hearing Vasila's confused question, Old Jack smiled, then reached out and patted his shoulder. Then he turned around and left without saying anything. Vasila stood there, looking at the caravan gradually moving away, and couldn't help but tremble. For some reason, he suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Maybe I really want to say goodbye to the Federation.

However, before that... thinking of this, Vasira turned her head with a serious expression and looked at the gathering place in front of her.
Chapter completed!