First Player

Chapter 8·[I met ‘love’. 】

"Where are you going?" Su Mingan retracted his hand.

"Go to the nearest human gathering place, Area 11." Steel said: "Just stay there, Myron and I are your saviors. Without us, you will freeze to death there sooner or later."

"Ah, thank you then." Su Mingan said immediately with a smile.

When he smiles, the charm of S+ is even more obvious. Even if there is no black cat on his shoulders, the infectiousness is still amazing. The missionary aura is already exerting a subtle influence.

The original charm player Iris, Charm S was enough to captivate the world and make countless people fascinated by her.

"Do people from thirty years ago have such a good temperament?" Gang Tie muttered and looked away.

Next to him, Myron was holding the steering wheel, smiling, as if he was planning something.

Su Mingan looked down at the tracking compass. The distance between him and Dong Anan was getting closer. She should be in the so-called District 11.

It's like a post-apocalyptic world. The outside world is full of extremely cold winds, and only small gatherings can survive. Judging from the coding of "Area 11", there are at least eleven human gathering places.

Steel always looked back at him, and his sticky eyes slowly swept over him, as if he was weighing a commodity.

It is a desire to see money.

However, these two people are still useful to him. His wheelchair consumes energy, and it would be too wasteful to travel fifty kilometers.

The truck was speeding across the plain, and gradually, voices began to appear outside. Occasionally, there is a team of five to ten people. They usually wear heavy cotton hats, carry guns, and drag large sacks or cardboard boxes, as if they have just returned from collecting resources.

In addition to people, there are also fleets of vehicles.

Large trucks with raised chassis, cars with modified windows...the vehicles are like planets merging together, like ants migrating collectively. This scene is quite spectacular.

Arriving at the gathering place level, there was a "beep" sound, and a red-lighting instrument scanned the resource box on the truck.

"Myron, you just came back?" said the bearded prosecutor.

"Well, the car is transporting resources to District 11." Myron smoked a cigarette and smiled with the corner of his mouth.

"Who is this person?" The inspector looked at Su Mingan in the back row.

Most of the people who go out to collect resources are heavily armed. What's going on with this guy in civilian clothes?

"The hibernator found outside is probably from thirty years ago." Myron laughed: "I plan to take him to see Lin Guang."

Hearing this name, the car inspector showed a look of horror on his face, as if he was afraid of the person "Linguang". He glanced at Su Ming'an hesitantly, wanting to advise Su Ming'an to leave, but under the threat of Myron's eyes, he said nothing.

The trucks started, carrying goods into the city.

Entering District 11, Su Mingan was shocked by the sight in front of him.

He originally thought that this kind of gathering place in the apocalypse would be, at most, a group of people exchanging goods, collecting resources, and growing simple crops.

But...this eleventh district is too big.

The stone brick buildings look like towering giants in the brilliant afterglow. Shops, residential buildings, and factories are lined up in rows. The thick black smoke is like floating mist, and the architectural style is similar to the industrial era. The transparent glass flashes with colorful spots in the bloody sunlight, and the speeding motorcycles drive through the rolling yellow sand, forming a buzzing symphony.

Xiko scanned the shelter, and after a moment, it displayed the map. The eleven districts are divided into multiple areas such as assembly halls, free trade areas, black markets, resource allocation stations, combat material exchange offices, residential areas, and living areas.

Close to the outside of the city are farmlands growing wheat and potatoes. The closer you go inside, the taller the buildings become.

"Are you shocked?" Myron, who was driving the car, was very proud: "I didn't expect there would be such a large gathering place?"

"It's really good." Su Mingan said.

But it's just good.

Although District 11 looks very prosperous, it is ultimately very different from the City of Surveying. It lacks water and electricity, and there are no lights in many places. Three-fifths of the area is just abandoned houses and uninhabited.

People's faces are generally gloomy and their bodies are thin. Most of them are carrying guns and have alert expressions. There is no such comfortable and peaceful atmosphere. From time to time, the sound of gunfire can still be heard.

Su Mingan noticed that there were many stone statues everywhere in the gathering place. People kowtowed and worshiped. Some people were holding small books in their hands and chanting to the words.

Ten minutes later, the truck stopped at a free exchange, and a group of people came over and began to unload resource boxes.

When they saw Su Mingan, people were stunned.

A woman approached the car window. She had dark purple hair, her eyes glanced at Su Mingan like hooks, and she asked with a low voice:

"Myron, who is this?"

After a moment of pause, she smiled again: "Sent to us... as a welfare thing? The quality is good, I liked it at first sight."

As soon as she said this, several people looked up to the sky and laughed, swaying with laughter.

Su Mingan frowned slightly.

He found that everyone here would make fun of him when they saw him. Did he look so fragile?

In other words... the pressure of life here is so great that it makes you breathless. That’s why we want to bully every “weak person”. There is no "origin" in Su Ming'an, and in their eyes he is the weakest weakling.

Su Mingan's charm determines that the way people bully him is not with fists and violence, but with teasing like this.

"This person is not for you." Mailon sneered and threw Su Mingan a cotton coat. The texture was not very good, but it could barely keep him warm:

"Put on some clothes, you'll be in trouble if you freeze to death."

Su Ming'an always wore a thin white coat, which was incompatible with the people wearing heavy cotton clothes.

"No need." Su Mingan said.

He couldn't feel the cold at all. Even when facing the cold wind, it does not affect the movement.

"Ha, as you wish." Myron snorted coldly.

...This guy named Luvis is so arrogant, he still thinks he lived thirty years ago?

After unloading the cargo, Myron climbed into the driver's seat and the truck started moving again.

"Isn't this District 11? Where else should we go?" Su Mingan said.

The co-pilot's steel chuckled: "We are going to take you to the information registration office. You are a newcomer and you need to obtain an identity document. Otherwise, if you are caught by the patrol team in the city, you will be regarded as a spy."

"When the time comes, just - 'click'." Steel wiped his neck: "They don't care if you are a big shot who hibernated thirty years ago. You don't have any privileges."

Su Mingan said nothing.

If he wants to join the camp, he'd better get a legal identity first.

"You'd better be honest." Gang Gang said: "You don't have any 'source' in you. You are very weak. There is no hope of exploring outside the city. If you want to survive in the city, you can at most do some waiter's work."

Su Mingan, who was said to be "weak as hell": "..."

The truck was traveling in an increasingly remote direction, as if it were climbing a mountain, getting further and further away from the core of District 11, and the surrounding greenery kept falling behind.

"Looking at your temperament...it's too wasteful to be a waiter." Gang Tie smiled slightly: "I think there is a better place for you. From the first time I saw you, I felt that you are very suitable for that place... "

"Chi--" The truck suddenly braked.

They arrived at a hilltop villa.

The villa occupies a very large area, not only has a large garden, but also a golf course like a large playground. A crisp white fence surrounded the land, and there was a scent of butter in the air.

The car door opened wide, and Gang Tiang suddenly reached out and wanted to push Su Mingan down.

Su Mingan had expected this. He held it with his backhand, and there was a "click" and the sound of bone cracking.

Before Steel could scream, Su Mingan's hand continued to stretch forward and broke the opponent's neck with a "click". Myron next to him immediately raised his gun and fired at Su Mingan.

"Ding--"

The bullet hit Su Ming'an's chest, as if it had hit a hard brick, without even penetrating the inner armor.

"You-" Meron never expected that Su Mingan, a guy without a "source" in his body, would burst out with such terrifying power.

With a "click", Su Mingan twisted his gun, grabbed Myron's throat with one hand, leaned forward, and exploded with terrifying force, pressing the strong Myron on the steering wheel, ready to go at any time Break Myron's neck.

"Let me ask you...where is this place?" Su Mingan gestured to the gorgeous and beautiful villa area outside.

Myron's face turned pale and he couldn't move.

...damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

How could he encounter such a monster just by picking up a random person in the hibernation cabin? Obviously I can't sense the breath of the other party's 'source'!

"This is Lin Guang's temporary residence in District 11. He has been touring District 11 recently..." Myron stuttered in reply.

"Who is Lin Guang?" Su Mingan asked.

"Lin Guang is the agent of the 'gods'. He is someone we cannot disobey. He can deal with our life and death at will..." Myron said:

"He, he likes all people with black hair and gray eyes, no matter men, women, old people or children... There are not many such people. We finally found one today. So, I want to exchange you for money..."

Su Mingan frowned.

...Is this Lin Guang something like a pope? This world obviously looks like science fiction, but you actually believe in gods?

Science fiction and magic are mixed together. What kind of messy and weird world is this?

"What god are you talking about?" Su Mingan said.

"No, I can't say it." Myron looked desperate: "If you say it, you will die, you will die!"

"I'll let you tell me." Su Ming'an's fingers moved down, close to Mailon's thick neck, and the extinguished black light had melted the surface of the skin.

Myron's eyes, which originally looked sticky and vulgar, revealed extreme fear. His heart was struggling, and deep fear suppressed his lips.

"Click." Su Mingan's left hand came forward and crushed Myron's left metacarpal bone.

The strength of the Ming state is great, and it can play "squeeze fun" on human bones. It is as light as crushing dry noodles, and it is a bit addictive to pinch.

"Uh ah ah ah -" a pig-like scream sounded, and tears flowed from Myron's eyes. Seeing that Su Mingan's hand was still moving, he said desperately:

"The gods are the gods who rule over our world! Although they never show their faces, they can indirectly rule our world by cultivating 'agents' among humans. We must listen to the whispers ringing in our ears. If we disobey Those who make oracles will be executed——"

Myron's words stopped abruptly.

A silver-white bullet with patterns engraved with butterflies and lilies landed on the car with a "ding" from Myron's right temple. It wasn't until it hit the ground that blood flowed from Myron's temple.

This shot was so fast that even Su Mingan couldn't sense that someone was taking aim.

Su Mingan looked to the left and saw a man holding a gun.

Through the broken car glass, Su Mingan saw the man - the man's face was expressionless and bloodless, like a dead man crawling out of a graveyard. One head of pale hair was filled with light magenta, like bright blood in the white snow.

This man looks very similar to the man No. 6 in the night meeting, but his facial features are a little more youthful and soft.

The white-haired man moved his gun and pointed it at Su Mingan. Those extremely indifferent eyes were like a transparent mirror that could reflect anything.

"Are you Lin Guang?" Su Mingan said.

He realized that this was the person that Myron was extremely afraid of - the most powerful person in the world who could control everyone's life and death.

...This Lin Guang's strength is extremely terrifying. If Lin Guang was targeting him before, he might not even be able to dodge.

He won't... bump into the camp boss again at the start, right?

Lin Guang didn't speak, but tilted his head slightly, as if he was observing him - observing the characteristics of Su Ming'an's black hair and gray eyes.

Su Mingan noticed that in this villa, some people were standing stupidly, as if they had lost their souls, some were sitting on swings, lowering their heads motionless, and some were locked in golden iron cages, their eyes dull. , like a bird in captivity.

They have one thing in common - they all have black hair and gray eyes.

They looked silly, like exquisite dolls dressed in fine clothes.

Like each one... carefully collected, "ornamental objects" that are stripped of their personality, broken into souls, and left with only their pure appearance.