Chapter 140 Green Hat

To be fair, if it weren't for Krasnov, a guy who took the initiative to surrender and seek protection, Lin Xiang wouldn't have wanted to see Grena, the so-called "Claws" company's special envoy.

The talon company is a profit-oriented mercenary organization. They have armed forces comparable to regular armed forces and promise to clean up any targets for employers who pay commissions. Therefore, they become killer institutions specially employed by criminal gangs. Their strength is extremely powerful and their style is useless. They simply consider interests and do not care about other things. Cold-blooded means have brought amazing profits. Attracted by generous treatment, more and more advanced evolutionists are

Their power and parasits joined the Claws, which greatly expanded their strength. However, in terms of their sphere of influence, the location of the Claws is not a major area controlled by the Claws. Ferdinand and Sosbia have only one liaison officer. The two parasit killers hired by the Luton family are only semi-temporary members of the Claws outside the power. Because Bergson and Lin Xiang both knew this, both of them ignored the threat of Grena.

"I will report everything that happened here directly to President Castle. No matter what, if you kill us, you must make an explanation for this." Grena repeated what she had said to Bergson. Unfortunately, just like last time, she still couldn't find any fear or fear in the other person's face.

Lin Xiang ignored her. He could clearly feel the aura of a seventh-level evolutionary person emitted from Grana. Compared with a powerful parasite, such strength is not worth mentioning. If the "Claw" company really wants to negotiate with itself on this matter, it should send a representative with a formal identity. Instead of letting a woman of average strength come forward like now. Taking a step back, if Grana can really represent "Claw", she should at least show relevant certificates or some kind of document or something. Although the killer group does a lot of evil, it is an organization with a formal management organization.

"But I'm a very easy-to-talk person-"

Grena obviously regarded Lin Xiang's silence as fear. With the faint expectation and excitement in her heart before the plan succeeded, she subconsciously licked her bright red lips and said in an arrogant tone: "There is no unfair thing in this world that can't be settled with money. Five million Ferdinand or Sosbian dollar, I can help you solve this problem."

Lin Xiang couldn't help but laugh.

It is certain that the woman sitting opposite is indeed a killer belonging to the "Demon Claw". Her mercenary nameplate and black scale claw logo on her combat suit have proved this. But she could never be the representative sent by the Demon Claw to contact her - this is not in line with the rules. Moreover, according to Lin Xiang, the ruthless Demon Claw company's style of conduct has always been to kill people first and then negotiate. Like a person who just sat down and talked for a few words, and then asked for money with a clear price... the intention is too obvious. In the words of the old era, the eating behavior is too ugly.

Suddenly, Ying Jia, who was sitting in Lin Xiang's arms, approached his ears, and with the warmth that came out of his mouth and nose, he said in a low voice without losing sight of his mind: "Dad, she is lying-"

"How do you know?"

Lin Xiang was surprised. Of course he knew that Grena was lying, but this understanding was based on her style of acting on the "Claws" and other related information. Although Ying Jia's appearance is equivalent to a six-year-old child, she is just a copyist who has just left the biological cultivation cabin and has been in contact with the world for less than a week... How did she see it?

"Her pupil focus will shift unconsciously at a slight angle, and the body temperature will be temporarily increased, which is the most direct manifestation of the rapid heartbeat. The current temperature in the room has not changed, which can eliminate the stimulation of excessive heat and heat on the body. If the joint effects of health and dust on sensitive skin are not taken into account, then the series of physical reactions just now have a 79.2% chance of being interpreted as lying."

Ying Jia's voice sounded a little tender, and his black and shiny eyes were covered with long eyelashes, focusing on the ups and downs. Looking at this beautiful face that was so palpitations, Lin Xiang felt an indescribable shock.

Judging the authenticity of the other person's words through the most basic reactions on the body surface such as visual focus, skin, muscles, etc. This is a special skill that only professional intelligence personnel in the old era has. This skill involves psychology and other related disciplines, and requires extremely high thinking and analysis skills of the observer. A six-year-old girl... can actually understand these?

Liu Yuchen...and those guys from the Doctors Association, what did they instill in Ying Jia's head?

Qingyu Weiyan's conversation lasted for a long time. Lin Xiang's interest and focus was completely focused on the exploration and exploration of Ying Jia's abilities. He didn't even notice when Grena got up and left. However, this was no longer important.

The strong sunlight savagely broke through the faint radiant clouds and shone on the ground without any obstruction. The cool wind kept blowing through the air, sweeping dry dust, and condensed into a faint gray curtain between the sky and the earth.

The hottest time of summer has passed, and the weather has gradually become cooler and cooler. From the tips of the shrubs growing on the sandy and stone ground, circles of yellow spots that look like leopard prints appeared. The edges of the narrow and long leaves became harder and harder, and the sharp tips were covered with a thin layer of grease. They were wrapped layer by layer, forming a semi-elliptical mass from the inside to the outside, and dense and hard thorns scattered. From a distance, they looked like a heterogeneous hedgehog with half-body curled in the middle of the soil, maintaining a stiff state.

Dry, lack of nutrients, special climates with uneven heat and heat, and ubiquitous radiation, plants, like animals, are forced to change their fixed living habits under the threat of harsh natural environment. When autumn approaches, they will sacrifice the external surface structure to make the cortical parts attached to the surface of the formation quickly dry up. This will not only reduce moisture loss, but also strengthen their own defense. As long as the internal core is ensured that the first rain falls in the spring of the next year, they will rejuvenate again.

On the flat and vast wilderness, there are several uneven mounds intersecting. Their distribution is not regular, and there are shallow and concave flat soil pits in the staggered positions. This special terrain is a trace left by the war in the old era. The huge energy generated by the explosion destroyed the terrain. For nearly a hundred years, these originally loose mounds and potholes became harder and harder under the overlap of rain and sunlight. The thick plant roots fixed the surface, and the withering and rocks were tangled. Looking down from a high altitude, it looked like giant worms enjoying warmth in the sun.

A strong man was lying behind a low mound, closing his eyes slightly, as if he was sleeping, and seemed to be a professional biologist, listening attentively as the little bugs hiding in the soil were singing and singing.

He is not tall and is wearing a dark gray short-sleeved T-shirt with a slightly wide-necked neckline. Judging from the dirty oil and dark spots on the surface, he should be a used product that he has not changed for a long time. However, this is not surprising. People in the wilderness rarely clean their clothes. As for the sweat stains and body odor accumulated on the surface of the clothes... over time, habits will become natural.

The man seemed to be listening to something, and his expression seemed very focused. The edges of the yellow grass leaves on the ground were very hard, and when they touched the surface of the skin, they would feel uncomfortable and itchy. While frowned, he reached out to his thighs and scratched them back and forth. Following the up and down of his arms, he could see that he was wearing only a pair of thin shorts on his lower body. This kind of outfit is very suitable for the hot weather at present, but his pair of shorts were obviously made of fragmented fabrics, which was really strange. There were thick patches on both sides of his butt, and the thick wool on the left was sewn with "Amani" written in Chinese characters. The patch on the right was relatively small. Judging from the incomplete English letters, it should be "Versey".

"Wang Shabi! What do you hear? Is there anyone outside?" A thin man who was lying beside him in a leapfrog posture, as if he was ready to vent his inner desires at any time by raping Dadi. He rudely pushed his shoulder with the old-fashioned gunpowder in his hand, and asked anxiously.

The man named Wang Shabi did not answer. He still scratched his thighs slowly. After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes and whispered in a hurry and nervous voice that only two people could hear: "At least three people are equipped with motorcycles. The distance is very close, just opposite us."

"Don't you fucking fart-"

The thin man was stunned at first, and then cursed in an equally low voice: "I have been here for a whole day, and I haven't even seen a hair. My ears are no worse than you. If there is really a motorcycle, I can still say it? The "tumbling" sound can be heard from a distance. Mom is so fucking, you are itchy and need a beating. Do you want me to help you loosen your muscles and bones?"

The man in shorts didn't care about his companions' dirty words. He turned around gently and glanced at the other party with a playful look: "Do you want to make a bet - if there is really a motorcycle outside, you will lose. I'll put you on duty here for one day. If not, then you win, I'll give my wife to you for free. How about it?"

A brief silence.

"Take it seriously?" The thin man's voice sounded first. He sounded a little trembling because of excitement and excitement.

"Of course. I, Wang Daxia, never lie--" The man in the shorts cursed and sweared.

"No wonder everyone calls you Wang Shabi, you dare to bet on such things. It seems that your mind is really problematic-"

The thin man smiled sinisterly, licked his lips and rubbed his hands, and looked at him back and forth with contemptuous eyes: "Tell your wife takes off her clothes and waits in the tent, I will let her know what a real man is--"

As he said that, his eyes shining, he jumped up from the ground, poked his body out of the top of the mound, and looked back and forth impatiently outside the blocking object.

"Bang--"

The huge and rough gunshots seemed particularly harsh in the empty wilderness. Bullets flying from afar accurately penetrated into the thin man's forehead, rolled and exploded in the sticky brain, lifting up the hard skull high, and splashing blood and minced meat, a beautiful flower of death was bloomed at the top of his shoulders.

The thin man's body fell straight backwards, like a heavy wooden stake, which quickly rolled down the bottom pit along the slope of the mound. His limbs were trembling briefly and desperately under the control of his unstiff nerves.

Wang Daxia slowly turned his body and looked at the corpse that was twitching slightly in the bright sunshine. After a long time, he sarcastically said a few words from his two thick lips.

"Silly Bi? Hehehehe! You are the fucking real silly Bi-"

The high and low mounds have not become a circular barrier in the wilderness. Walking in the bottom of the mound, you can see a huge and simple refugee camp.

Hundreds of vehicles that rely on animal power or human power formed a tight circle outside the camp. Dozens of wildebeests and double-headed cows with heavy wooden locks pressed on their shoulders were firmly tied to thick wooden stakes nailed into the ground by iron chains. Inside the camp, hundreds of tents were supported. Treasurely clothes gathered next to dozens of bonfires, arranged in long and bent and twisted lines, and received their own food in sequence under the surveillance of some strong men holding weapons.

This is a large camp. Roughly estimated, the number of people is at least over two thousand.

Like the old days, refugees who lived in the wasteland era also had their own rich characteristics. Taking tableware as an example, all refugees in the wilderness would choose large and sturdy containers. Old steel helmets, porcelain-deleted basins, spittoons, and even metal buckles on car engines... As long as things with a strong and durable capacity are sturdy and large, they may be taken as their own rice bowl by refugees. These things are easy to get. Although they look ugly, they can give full play to their full volume advantages when serving soup.

Holding an iron bucket with obvious deformation and rusty stains on the outside, Wang Daxia, about 1.68 meters tall, was sandwiched between two white men with a height of more than 1.8 meters in front and behind. That situation is easily reminiscent of thick butter applied to the center of two pieces of white bread.

Wang Daxia has a good physique and is also very strong. However, in the refugee camp, he is a relatively special existence. Or, it should be said, a man who is quite despised by other men.

The batter porridge made with flour and boiled with clean water and bones is probably the most common food provided by all refugee camps. There is very little food to eat in the wilderness, and only men who serve as guards and heavy physical labor can get one of the few dry foods. Under normal circumstances, the elderly, women and children can only get a shallow bowl of light and light porridge soup.

One spoonful of porridge, two palm-sized grain cakes.

Looking at the food that Wang Daxia had held in his hand, many people immediately released a terrible gaze that was as good as a knife to snatch him. Even the old woman who was responsible for distributing the food stared at him greedily and viciously. As for the other men and women who stood by the pot and received far less food than that, they also emitted a "buzzing" sound that could clearly hear words such as "bastard", "silly", and "cuckold".

Sitting in a cool tent, chewing on the food that was not good. Wang Daxia ate very quickly, was very devoted and focused. Even the roller shutter of the tent was lifted from outside, which failed to interrupt his meal process.

The person who came was a middle-aged woman. She was slightly fat and plump, and had a kind of softness that looked very comfortable. Although the skin exposed from the worn-out clothes was a bit rough, it was much whiter than that of ordinary refugee women.

She knelt down beside Wang Daxia very gentlely. She stretched out her arms and slowly hugged the man's thick waist from behind.

"Is it done?" Wang Daxia asked without looking back. There was no unnecessary emotion in his plain voice.

The woman nodded, put her face on his back, and gently stroked it.

"Take off your clothes—" After taking the last sip of porridge, Wang Daxia wiped his mouth and burped it very loudly.

"Hi Yi--"

While answering in typical Japanese, the woman slowly took off her clothes, revealing a warm and soft skin.

As the woman's intermittent moans and her body collided heavily, Wang Daxia's throat also burst into a roar full of male power.
Chapter completed!