The prisoner and the sea

Chapter 265
"Kasim, my old friend, what kind of beautiful girl made you have such an adventurous spirit, which is different from the usual aggressive spirit. Is it her?"

"You saved me."

"Oh?"

"But that doesn't mean you can be full of shit."

Cursed Blade was smoking with Kasim. After the catastrophe, the latter needed to relax and relax, while the former simply wanted to activate his flexible brain. These two addicts.

Addicts have a million reasons.

Tobacco smoke billowed in.

Gwen stared at them contemptuously, causing the two of them to burst into laughter, and ran shoulder to shoulder with Artyom and the three men from Kasim's team to hide in a well-preserved small mine.

"I can't stand them."

There is a wonderful voice in my ear, like a book with characters on the cover who have a pair of eyes as big as half a face, long scary eyelashes and a small, almost invisible mouth. Books painted in colorful colors, that level of 'beautiful' voice.

Clamp, but not completely.

Because it's an energetic sound like a clip sound that's quite real.

It sounded like this in my ear.

Gwen turned her head and saw Chris looking at her.

Chrissy said: "Thank you for your rescue. I heard from them that you played a very critical role."

To put it bluntly, 'they' should refer to Kasim and Curseblade.

Gwin said: "I belonged to a team with everyone else, and they all played an irreplaceable role."

"Grass." Chrissy cursed subconsciously, "You made me think I was listening to the broadcast of your driver Long Yan."

"You don't like him?"

"He talks like a purist sex offender, and even his voice reeks of cheap air freshener and cans of sweat from court shorts."

I have to say that Gwen started to like Chrissy.

He doesn't know about can courts. This utopian sport is like football, except that you can legally attack people with your hands. In every game, many people are seriously injured, slightly injured and carried down, so it is called "canned game". It's called a can of warriors, and a can of squid for a slander, a slightly wounded one - Gwen believes that it should be called a 'baby's cradle'.

It's a very muscular, very homo sport.

This is the feeling of Long Yan.

Gwen said, "I'm a fellow."

"My God."

He asked, "What's wrong?"

Chrissy's expression was unbelievable: "It's not long since I came here that I hated that ghost radio station, hated him bragging every day. Isn't that even more uncomfortable when you live here?"

In theory, maybe.

But from an objective point of view:

"Don't like him, but he brings peace and security for long enough. Those two are good medicine for healing."

"Like tomato slices on pizza?"

"And cheese."

Needless to say, as soon as Gwen heard the word 'pizza', which is different from the Utopian pronunciation, she knew that it was a delicacy brought by the cat lamps.The cat lamp wanders throughout the universe, meowing and meowing, bringing various food cultures, as well as the integration of food from various regions, and bringing them back to the witch world for sale. The cat Valo is doing this job, according to Utopian cuisine is popular in parts of the Witch Lord's realm, she said.

After chatting for two or three sentences, Chris was particularly curious:
"I heard that you kicked that three-headed dog's head off. How did you do it? We spent a lot of explosives without hurting it."

Gwen eschews the seriousness:

"A technique similar to the technique used by Mihaila, but the most important thing is the containment ability of the curse blades. I don't have such a long time to prepare. I feel that I can't break through its skin at all."

It doesn't matter if this kind of credit is given out.

If Kirke Bolas died here, then Gwen would have to think whatever he said, "It's hard to claim eleven points, Curseblade and Mihaila owe one point", and the record without a corpse is nothing.

The reason why Long Yan is famous is because his shots are basically 'defeat = kill', no matter how bad he is, he will leave some spoils.

Since it's a watery 'beat', there's no need to claim credit for it.

Chris said: "I really envy players like you, you are really good at fighting, and I am not at all."

The rescue mission contract gave Gwen a nice paycheck.

And part of the 'thank you'.

Kasim gifted Gwen some of the items he had unearthed from the area.

But it's not so much "specially given to Gwen", as it is "in order not to give to Curseblade" and Gwen was chosen.

The shape of this batch of items can't be said to be strange, at least it can be said that they are not at all aesthetic items acceptable to Utopians.

Items of some immortals.

A handicraft that looks like a living ruby ​​heart wrapped in a large number of stone tentacles.

"This was discovered by Chris." Kasim said.

"It's a pity that she's gone." Mihaila muttered.

Gwen added in her mind what Mihaila hadn't finished saying:
"Otherwise, Aya must be able to tell what this thing is."

Although I received an inexplicable gift, the most important reward has not been reduced, which is very good.

Moreover, Cursed Blade didn't have to give them the sum of money. Instead, they brutally slaughtered Kasim and asked the other party to pay.

Although Kasim felt sorry for the money, he paid the life-saving expenses as he should.

It has to be said that it is natural for Curseblade and Kasim to be friends. Both of them are extremely disciplined to a certain extent. They do not need supervision, and they will complete what they think should be done, such as There is no nonsense in this transfer of fees, Kasim said:
"When we go back, I'll have someone bring military ammunition to your car."

"Just bring it over tomorrow." Cursed Blade said, "I'll put it on first."

It is invaluable.

Gwen didn't feel that Curseblade and Kasim had any Luke friendship in it, but it was quite a pure friendship.Rather, Kasim was good-looking, but it was rare that he didn't get entangled with the curse blade like other good-looking women.

The team needs to go back to the underground pipeline to pick up the car.

Kasim took Chris, her client, back to the ground earlier in the same car as Gwen and the others.

It happened to fit in Artyom's car.

A few of them also held a small barbecue party in the car to celebrate the survivors.

It was originally a pickup truck type of vehicle, and there was enough space in the rear for a tent.This is also the reason why Curseblade was quite curious about Artyom's identity. Driving such a vehicle suitable for off-roading, wandering in the wild, and surviving in a world full of countless monsters at night always makes people feel like What kind of bad things did this person do that caused him to flee.

But it's no good thinking about it now.

This unique bonfire meeting uses Artyom's stone oven, a stone that will heat up when it encounters water flow. To grill through this kind of stone, just keep pouring water down.In Utopia, pure water may be a bit difficult to obtain, but purified water is available everywhere, and the same is true for sea water.A large number of deep wells are a rare way for Utopians to obtain soil and ore resources.

In the era of the Red Kingdom, when a territory had the largest number, it could have nearly [-] deep-water wells, and the train that was the main body of the territory kept wandering between these deep-water wells.

But the prosperous Red Kingdom was destroyed.

The authorities do not have much use of these deep wells, or the utilization rate is too low, so these deep wells have become a method for Utopians to obtain seawater in the wild.

A large amount of seawater pours down like a stone oven.

The baking stone above was suddenly red-hot, emitting a sizzling heat.

Then there are the more expensive things.

cooking oil.

These edible oils were bought by Gwen because he couldn't bear not having enough oil and water in the food he ate, and couldn't tolerate some low-quality monster oils.I bought twenty bottles, and gave one of them to a werewolf cat lamp, and this cat lamp was transformed into a 'guard mode', reliably guarding the cooking oil that Gwen stored in the spiritual world.

I have to say that as long as the cat lamp does not fight against "everything except the cat lamp", it is still very reliable if it only targets your own cat.

Even Kasim sighed at Gwen's arrogance.

"It's the first time I've met a deputy commander-level person who doesn't even have a set of standard relics."

"It's the first time I've seen such a person who doesn't even have the standard relics to spend so much money on food and drink."

Curse Blade added a knife: "To be precise, it is to eat. Gwen's pursuit of food makes people wonder if he has some demon blood in this regard."

"It's good to be able to eat!"

Tuman murmured, this time she was on Gwen's side, and she understood the reason.

But among these people, Gwen is the best at cooking food, and Kasim is the second best at it.

This made Gwen pay her a little more attention.

This woman with a pair of violet eyes is unbelievably beautiful. She has a typical vixen-like appearance. She was born with a bit of plastic surgery, but her cheeks are more natural, and her chin is more like the one with a curse blade. She is more beautiful , a little more handsome.

In addition, this person has the necessary skills for a scumbag.

It's normal to pay attention.

Wearing a kitchen apron made of white bear Shad Artyom's contrasting cute furry bear, she carefully spread honey, sea salt, pepper, and basil oil mixed with minced spinach on a large piece of whale meat with a brush.Whale meat is a local dish in Utopia. Due to food shortages from time to time, some daring Utopians have targeted the whales with turrets behind them, and they have repeatedly succeeded.

In terms of taste, according to Gwen, it is closer to some kind of tender cod meat, which seems to be because the body of this whale has been modified by various weird elements.

It is also possible that Luna Sisko did it.

Apart from opening silver parties, Luna Sisko, the immortal, also likes to eat cod and lobster, so he will transform these two creatures in large quantities to produce delicious food.

Compared with other immortals, Luna Sisko is definitely a friendly unit.

—albeit to a limited extent.

After enjoying the delicious food, the car went along a hidden underground passage to an abandoned small station arranged by spies.

Strange to say.

Before the Secret Detectives came, the station abandonment rate was only 3%, but after they came, it reached an astonishing 7.5%, which is so strange.At the same time, what is even more strange is that Long Yan actually increased revenue in the item of station revenue, with a value as high as 4.9%.

In the hands of secret agents, these abandoned stations have been transformed into excellent spy camps.

At the same time, 65% of the stations visited by Sniper Cat in a week are these stations.

Therefore, the cat lanterns joked that the Sniper Cat is the Secret Detective Cat.

Although Gwen is a little unhappy about this.

But looking at the types of goods brought by the secret agents, and the cat lantern station that the secret agents are constantly opening, the anger is completely dissipated.

——Mao Deng will also occupy abandoned stations, but most of the time they use abandoned tunnels to transform them into abandoned stations, and they specialize in operating the space-time minecarts of Mao Deng, which is a well-known smuggling channel for cats.Although outsiders are not rejected, except for secret detectives, very few people have the ability to discover their location.

At the same time, cat lights can also be used as camouflage.

For example, disguising the abandoned station as a spy camp and so on.

This abandoned station was originally occupied by Mao Deng, but the secret agents came, and Mao Deng was very lazy to ignore these secret agents, so it was transformed into a station for them by the latecomers.However, the cat lamp is still here to deliver various items.

Gwen came to such a station.

A semi-bunker underground facility, with a bleak small forest at the entrance, almost rotten rails (but oiled), and a broken signboard blown by the cold wind:

"New Independent Lanside Station."

Artyom deftly drove around the railroad tracks, and drove into one of the narrow lanes on both sides.

After about a minute or two, I saw the appearance of the half-bunked station.

A cheerful red brick building with no artistic accomplishments, big red brick chimney, covered in dust, but really fucking tasteful.Compared with Long Yan's cold concrete style, and the taste of modern burnt asphalt roads, I don't know where he is so high.The cypress and brown wood styles of the main body, paired with these bricks, seem to smell a certain burnt smell, a certain smell of burnt and water mist.

The entrance is naturally closed because it's 'abandoned'.

But looking at the gate of the loading ramp of the station warehouse, the place covered by many green leaves, the light and cat hair leaking out, immediately let people know the location of the entrance.

Artyom drove the car and drove past.Turn left, go up the loading ramp, and see a large number, about sixty or seventy cat lanterns queuing up to touch the electromagnetic coil with their tails.

"Charging the cat lamp is like smoking a cigarette."

Curse Blade explained.

At the same time, the car drove into the warehouse, and suddenly, the inner world slowly unfolded like Diagon Alley, and a touch of fantasy (not an explosion) emerged.

A platform, with a ceiling of about four meters, built a cave-like three-story store, and the secret agents sat or lay down to deal with business inside, and at the same time set up a stall for the harvest.

The other side is even more exaggerated. At the same height, the cat lamp has built a store with seven floors, and the shortest floor even makes the cat lamp seem to be clamped.

Lively.

The site full of fantasy atmosphere is not so much a stronghold of secret agents, but rather a black market run by secret agents.

Members of illegal association groups wearing different costumes from all walks of life on the road further illustrate this point.

Gwen even saw several managers of the Clerical Cult here selling the medicines provided by the Cult and the gas masks provided by Spark.

Suka!

Someone really resold this stuff!
(End of this chapter)