Doomsday magic cultivator wandering the heavens

Chapter 40 41. Mixing In
After putting on the protective clothing, Chen Mo dragged the bodies of the two soldiers into the sewer and hid them in a corner.

He didn't expect never to be discovered, as long as he was discovered later, the time for him to leave this world was coming soon.

So he didn't directly burn the corpse to wipe out the traces with his heart fire, and now he can avoid anything that uses mana as much as possible.

After all, the concentration of aura in the air was so low that mana could not be restored.

Because the content of spiritual energy decreased, Chen Mo used up all his spiritual stones in order to heal his injuries.

After hiding the corpse, Chen Mo transferred the items in his backpack to the tactical backpack in the protective suit.

Then he set foot on the road back alone, and met other soldiers along the way.

It's just that everyone is wearing protective clothing, and the protective clothing covers the whole body, even the head is covered by a full-face mask, and only two eyes are exposed with plastic protective plates at the eyes.

In this case, unless it is an extremely familiar person, no one will really be able to recognize who.

And it seems that because it is not a wartime, but only disaster relief, there are no checkpoints along the way.

These two points successfully allowed Chen Mo to walk to the refugee shelter without any hindrance.

The refugee shelter was set up on a square, across the square, a lot of tents were set up, and there were many people in white coats walking around.

On the opposite side of the square, there is a military camp, where there are some sentry posts, and soldiers are standing guard in the sentry posts.

Chen Mo took a look and felt that he should not be able to pass through the sentry post, so he stopped paying attention.

Chen Mo glanced casually, and found that there were various disaster relief materials piled up on one side of the square, all of which were piled up casually, not locked up, and placed in a tent casually.

Are they not afraid of radioactive fallout?

Oh, yes, anyway, it's what the disaster victims ate.

Afterwards, Chen Mo felt a little surprised. Chen Mo still had some understanding of the tradition that black people like zero yuan purchases.

After all, both the mainstream media and the self-media say this every day.

It's like comparing bad.

Could it be that these black people have changed their sex?

Just when Chen Mo was puzzled, a stretcher was carried beside him, on which was a dark-skinned humanoid creature.

Oh, now Chen Mo understands, it turns out that these people are all unable to move.

He shook his head and stopped thinking about it, and walked towards his goal, which was the tent where the materials were located.

Chen Mo had to check which tents contained food first, lest it was time to go back, and ended up carrying two boxes of inedible medical medicine by himself, which would be troublesome.

"Hey, that soldier over there!"

Someone suddenly shouted loudly.

Chen Mo heard the shout, but he didn't care, and continued to walk towards the tent.

It shouldn't be calling yourself, and I haven't exposed myself.

"Hey, it's you! Soldier, I order you to stop!"

The voice gave the order harshly.

Chen Mo paused, turned around slowly, looked at the place where the voice was coming from, and at the same time gently touched the backpack on his back with his palm.

It seems that there is no escape.

Although Chen Mo had a soldier's standard equipment, a rifle, hanging around his neck.

But if there is a conflict, Chen Mo still believes in his soul refining banner and spells.

Just another waste of mana, those damn molds.

Chen Mo looked at the person who stopped him.

It was a person who was also wearing a protective suit. He couldn't see what he looked like, but there was a military rank mark embroidered on the left arm of the protective suit.

And behind this person was a truck, and that truck contained the corpse of a monster that was battered with holes.

And beside the truck, there were many soldiers carrying stretchers, and on the stretchers were their injured companions.

"What are you doing in a daze? Don't worry about those damn civilians, come and help!"

The officer yelled loudly again. The officer mistakenly thought that Chen Mo's original mission was to distribute supplies to civilians.

"Oh yes, sir."

Chen Mo also reacted and knew that he hadn't been exposed.

Immediately imitate the tone and quotations in the Americana movie I have watched, and answer loudly.

Although he didn't learn well, the officer's mind was obviously not on it, and he didn't care at all.

His soldiers were wounded, and all he wanted now was for his soldiers to be treated.

For this, Chen Mo secretly rejoiced, it would be best if he didn't fight.

Don't look at how embarrassed these soldiers are now.

Chen Mo could tell that these soldiers were truly elite.

The dozens of guns they carried with them shot at Chen Mo at the same time.

Chen Mo couldn't please him at all, and he was afraid that he would be shot dead on the spot.

It's not a real elite, and it's impossible to be sent to fight monsters.

Chen Mo trotted all the way, mixed into the team, and helped.

As the saying goes, a good man does not suffer from immediate losses, and after seeing the monster corpse on the truck, Chen Mo thought of one thing.

Although he didn't kill the monsters, he wouldn't get warmth, but the corpses of these monsters wouldn't just disappear out of thin air.

There are all kinds of spiritual materials in these corpses.

As long as he sneaks into the barracks, can he get in touch with those spiritual materials, even if he can't take them all away.

You can also secretly set your heart on fire, and use these spiritual materials to burn some spiritual liquid to strengthen your own spiritual sword.

Thinking of this, Chen Mo looked around.

It was found that some stretchers carried wounded soldiers, while some stretchers carried certain organs of monsters.

Chen Mo rolled his eyes, thinking about it.

He spotted a soldier carrying a monster's organ, and secretly released a trace of mana.

The mana quickly hit the soldier's ankle.

"what!"

The soldier carrying the stretcher suddenly twisted his foot.

It fell directly to the ground.

"Hey, brother, are you okay?"

It was originally Chen Mo's fault, so he seized the right moment, pulled the soldier and supported the stretcher at the same time.

"Brother, you are injured, so let me carry this stretcher."

Chen Mo said directly and enthusiastically.

The man felt his ankle, as if it was indeed injured.

And since someone came to carry the damn stretcher, it would save him a lot of energy.

Carrying this stretcher is exhausting him, and it's all the damn America bureaucracy's fault for not sending more trucks in, but asking for these monster bodies to be brought back.

Their chiefs just let them soldiers carry them on stretchers, damn it.

Chen Mo took the stretcher and marched steadily towards the barracks with the soldiers behind.

The group continued to move forward, just as Chen Mo expected.

Sure enough, the square is only used by civilians who have no money. After all, it is still full of radioactive dust.

These soldiers are injured, and they will not be treated here at all. At the same time, the corpses of these monsters will also be transported to the barracks.

(End of this chapter)