The World is Sick

The commander put down the gift in his hand, showed kindness to the wealthy businessman, and then turned to leave.

Right now, there are twenty or thirty people who need his care, and this step is only possible because Kevin appreciates this man's actions during the day.

He is different from the adult [World Snake], in normal times, he is more emotional than rational.

However, the wealthy businessman immediately took out credit cards, checks and other things of value from his pocket, and stuffed them to Kevin.

"You deserve it. If we survive this disaster, I will spend my whole life thanking you for your kindness!"

The attitude of the wealthy businessman is very low, and his manner and tone are extremely sincere.

"Are you interested in helping manage the refugees? There is still a long way to the B-17 military supply station..."

"I am willing to serve you!"

After Kevin reciprocated, he had a brief chat with the wealthy businessman, and then left.

Beside the bonfire, Kevin, who had never touched a check, took out one of the signed ones with great interest.

Surname "Mal"?Rich businessman?pregnant wife?It can't be such a coincidence, can it?

Kevin flicked the check with a weird expression on his face.

Chapter 349 Chapter Three hundred and thirty-two as big as me?

Everyone gradually fell asleep in fear and fear, and the flames crackled.

The Valkyrie Patrick, who had just woken up, was sitting on a crossbar, roasting Daliba to satisfy his hunger, while Teresa on the side grabbed a few pastries and gnawed. The two talked and laughed, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

However, when the figure walking out of the tent was gradually stripped of its dark camouflage under the firelight, Teresa's mouth was flattened, and the sugar skewers in her hands lost their taste.

"Hey, it's time to change shifts, go get some fuel nearby."

Kevin lifted Teresa with a look of domineering.

"why me?"

Sure enough, this guy is the most annoying!Teresa glared at the uninvited guest viciously, and unconsciously pressed her hands on the 52 kg [Judas Oath].

"Keep the fire burning. This is the scope of your vigil. Whoever makes you the strongest will work harder..."

"Besides, I'm the one who works during the day, so you're only so useful. You have to use your spare heat, right?"

"Could it be that you plan to ask the sick lady next to me to do this kind of physical work?"

Teresa gritted her teeth and shook her fist, but she couldn't refute, so she had to endure her anger and go to carry the fuel.

After asking about that bastard Siegfried, if it has nothing to do with Kaslana's family, I won't blow your head off!

"You teased her again..."

Patrick brushed his silver hair by his ears, and smiled. As an intelligence officer, she could tell that Kevin had no malicious intentions, but simply liked to tease kittens and puppies.

"Shh, the reward for today's vigil, hurry up and destroy the evidence, don't let the nun with high IQ find out..."

It was so dangerous that he almost said the words "mentally handicapped nun". After Calvin calmed down, he stuffed a delicate metal box into Patrick's hand.

liquor!It's really wine!

Patrick's eyes moved over directly, and his hand was faster, he grabbed the metal box with lightning speed, unscrewed the lid, and greedily sniffed the rich aroma inside.

Just take a sip...

Patrick licked his dry lips, gulped down two-thirds of the wine in the metal box, then tightened the lid reluctantly, stuffed it into his choppy chest, and kept it close to his body.

Ah... saved!Seeing Kevin distributing the cold-proof vodka to these refugees during the day, Patrick felt his heart scratching for a long time.

But her close friend Teresa attributed Patrick's injury to her recklessness, so she wanted to watch her recover like a housekeeper.

Not to mention drinking a little wine, walking a few steps, she always looked like an old mother, which made Patrick feel uncomfortable.

"Sensible, you're a nice guy...do you want me to introduce you to some pretty big sisters?"

Satisfied, Patrick stretched out his right arm and put it around Kevin's neck jokingly to show his closeness. A pair of oversized murder weapons inadvertently ran over the commander's face repeatedly.

"I think the little girl named Leiden Mei is cute, can you help me make a match?"

Kevin broke free from the embrace of the broad-minded Valkyrie, with a meaningful smile.

"So you're a lolicon... It's a crime to have bad thoughts about minors..."

Patrick smiled as before, withdrew his right hand, took out the remaining half bottle of vodka from his chest, and took a sip.

"You see, the minds of adults are still too complicated, not as cute as children..."

Kevin looked at the direction in which Theresa was going away, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Okay, time is running out, let's exchange information..."

To show his sincerity, the commander took the initiative to briefly introduce the mutiny of the East Siberian Sea artificial intelligence [Red Queen], and reveal his basic identity.

Patrick also recounted what she and Teresa gleaned at the Babylon lab in return.

1 month vs. day's internal and external time flow?Is the Houkai energy reactor of the Tower of Babylon the source of energy for the "Siberia Dome"?

The Herrscher who made the big noise and her subordinate Demon Dragon never showed up?More than 30 "materials" surviving in the laboratory, collective mutiny?Now it seems that the Red Queen is in charge of the overall situation?

Kevin believes that this professional intelligence officer must have reservations, but these detailed data are still more valuable than Teresa's vague statements after all.

Kevin and Patrick tacitly exposed the fact that someone was an undercover agent of [Anti-Entropy]. Anyway, the commander who told the woman his identity information was not clean himself.

Holding each other's handle, there is a basis for cooperation.

Moreover, compared with Lord Otto from the [Destiny] organization, [Anti-Entropy] is more humane. He doesn't mind building a good relationship with the opponent's people before the leader Walter comes.

"By the way, little brother, how did you subdue that white-haired Herrscher?"

Patrick regained his fiery enthusiasm, but the vague alertness in the depths of his eyes was carefully hidden.

Seeing that Kevin smiled without answering, the woman looked down at someone's waist and hips provocatively.

"It seems that there is no capital..."

Hey, what you said is too much, it has risen to a personal attack.

"Have you tried it before you know..."

Kevin's face turned black, but facing this half-female hooligan who was not shy about sex, it happened that he was not the type he was good at dealing with, so he could only lose.

"Oh, is it as big as mine?"

Patrick Dai raised his eyebrows, summoned the Honkai energy weapon miniaturized by miniaturization technology-dual-wielding Gatling, and smashed it heavily on the crossbar.

"Little brother, do you deserve a gun?"

This half pun, half teasing ridicule completely defeated Kevin.

Immediately, after Patrick won a game for his friend Teresa, he smiled and took off the golden wolf head emblem on his belt, and buckled it on Kevin's chest.

"If you meet the captain and the others alone, this thing can avoid a lot of trouble..."

"From now on, you will be a member of our Snow Wolf team..."

"Exchanging a bottle of wine for this is not a bad deal, right?"

Patrick heard the approaching footsteps on the snow. After finishing the last drop of vodka, he chuckled and threw the metal bottle into the fire to destroy the body.

Snow wolf team?The legendary group of six?If you don't want to be entangled by this debuff, why should you save you?

After all the calculations, I'm still at a disadvantage... Kevin slapped his forehead and cursed secretly.

I don't know what's going on, but my physique seems to always attract some guys with bad luck attributes. Could this be the legendary flock of like?

"Why does it smell like wine?"

Teresa, who was holding more than 30 gallons of gasoline, dropped the can casually, and sniffed Patrick repeatedly with her sensitive nose, like a puppy catching a scent.

"Apply it on the body, it's for disinfection, and it can keep out the cold..."

While Patrick winked at him, Kevin helplessly raised his hand to take the blame.

"Stop lying to me! Open your mouth!"

Suddenly, Teresa, whose IQ was on the line, violently opened the tightly closed lips of her best friend Ji You, and the strong smell of alcohol came to her face.

"You! Follow me back to the tent to check the wound!"

The violent nun dragged the frosted eggplant and rushed to the tent.

"Brother, don't forget our date! You promised..."

Patrick, who was dragged forward like a dead dog, was about to cry towards Kevin, like an abandoned widow.

Teresa's anger reached its peak at this time, she turned her head suddenly, and gritted her teeth at Kevin.

"And you, this account will be settled later!"

Sure enough, none of these women has a fuel-efficient lamp...

Kevin, who was sitting on the crossbar watching the night, looked at the staggered and dodging figures in the tent, twitched the corners of his mouth, stroked his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Chapter 350 Orcs will never be slaves unless they have food and shelter

In the early morning, the survivors packed up the camp, bundled up their supplies, and set off in over 20 vehicles of different models.

Since Russia's stockpile of ammunition is comparable to that of the United States, and under the support of all kinds of tough atmosphere, after passing through three villages and an abandoned military supply station, the convoy has already changed its guns.

Almost everyone has one of the obsolete "Bobosha" submachine guns and old-fashioned guns. The two Katyusha rocket launcher trucks behind seem to be still usable, and the vodka is enough.

Even some Russian guys who volunteered dragged out an old T-series tank from the abandoned warehouse, and Kevin couldn't tell the specific model.

Ever since, the survivors have taken on a new look from their spiritual outlook to their weapons and equipment.

Of course, it's not that there are more advanced weapons and equipment. Simple military and police firearms are fine, but too high-end artillery chariots can't be used by this group of people, and will become a burden instead.

Therefore, this private armed force with "vodka in the left hand, bobosha in the right hand, and Katyusha in the back" appeared on the vast snowfield.

The famous scene, Natasha who is in his arms is missing...