Monster Synthesis Master

Chapter 6: Adding New Talents

"Open the backpack for me to have a look." Link refused to let go of any detail, and he could only let go of his guard when he checked all of them.

Forbes didn't dare to hesitate, and hurriedly unloaded the backpack, opened the zipper, and poured out everything inside.

Canned food, water, compressed biscuits, paper towels, and a bowling ball-sized piece of cooked beef wrapped in plastic wrap.

Just when Link was attracted by these 'hard currencies'...

Excuse me!

A bright kitchen knife fell out of the bag, and the sound was crisp and long.

Forbes squeezed out a smile that could almost blind Link's eyes, and said, "I'm a cook, really! This knife is for cutting beef!"

Link said nothing and watched the Forbes show quietly.

"Well, I admit, it does have a self-defense role in it."

Link pointed the gun at Forbes and gave another order: "Get up, lift up your clothes, and turn around."

Forbes looked terrified, his eyes were as big as copper bells, and his dark skin highlighted the whites of his eyes, making his eyes exaggerated and invincible as big as super snakeskin.

Forbes covered his butt with his hands, his pupils flashing and sweating profusely.

He had heard of this kind of thing when he was in the camp. After all, the desert is remote, and in the camp, apart from slaves, they are mercenaries...

Forbes bit his lip and assessed the current risk.

The other party has a gun in his hand, and if he shoots the gun, he will fart.

... I just bleed a little and suffered a little pain, and I passed by gritting my teeth.

He tried his best to escape at the risk of being found and killed by mercenaries, not to die in such a place!

In order to live, I endure!

"Come on, don't linger!" Link shook the black pistol in his hand again, threatening.

Forbes took a deep breath, his hands shaking on the linen coat.

Forbes lifted the linen coat, turned his back to Link, gritted his teeth and closed his eyes tightly:

Link: Black Question Mark Face.jpg.

...

Wasteland Gang headquarters.

The operator's signal was cut off.

The last words the slave shouted out really broke his understanding of the matter.

Report the satellite phone video, voice content and situation to the responsible leader.

The leader in charge hurriedly reported with the data.

"General, latest news from the front! Our last soldier is also killed! Here is the last video and recording from the satellite phone."

As the video and recordings played, there was silence in the camp.

"The rescue helicopter can be withdrawn."

Everyone is dead, what to send helicopters to do, maybe there will be an ambush by the Mechanic God.

"Is your identity confirmed?"

"Confirmed. This person was captured by the soldiers of the 52nd Battalion from the desert caravan last year, and then was mixed into the slave camp to participate in this ancient ruin excavation plan. From the perspective of time, it is indeed a bit strange."

"The eight achievements are spies set up by the Mechanicus. Maybe the destruction of the ancient ruins is also related to this person."

boom!

The general slammed his fist on the table, furious.

This time, the excavation of the ancient ruins was a project that he won against all the opinions of the Wasteland Council and paid a lot of money.

But now that the money has been spent, the manpower and materials have been thrown in, and suddenly a quicksand has ruined everything.

It's all gone!

The general rubbed his temples, frowned and said: "Send experts to investigate the situation at the ancient ruins. There is an underground palace under the ruins, how could quicksand appear for no reason!"

"In addition, now only the spies of the Mechanicum know the inside story and the truth. Spread the photos, I don't care whether you are looking for bounty hunters or killers, I only ask for the result - bring him back, I want to know the truth! I I don’t believe that he will stay on the site of the Mechanic Sect for the rest of his life and won’t come out!”

The order was issued from the tent of the headquarters of the Wasteland Gang,

The accident investigation team also set off for the sunken ancient ruins.

No one would have thought that this investigation would become the trigger for changes in the structure of the major forces.

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Link looked at Forbes' big buttocks with a complicated expression.

The subconscious mind told him that the fat man in front of him was an extremely dangerous person!

A person who can pout his ass anytime, anywhere is definitely a ruthless person.

The treasure-hunting rat standing aside stretched out its small paws to cover its eyes, but the gap between the paws was large, and its eyes were fixed. I looked at Forbes, and then at the owner, Link, with big doubts in his small eyes.

"What's in your head? You can put your clothes down!"

Link looked away from Forbes' black buttocks, and there was a faint mist in the corners of his eyes.

Spicy eyes.

Forbes trembled violently, his face looked like a ghost.

Did you miss him?

Not even worth it?

Are you going to be shot?

Forbes put down his linen clothes decadently, two lines of clear tears on his dark cheeks glistened in the sunlight.

He turned around and fell to his knees on the ground, crying, "Please let me live, let me be a cow or a horse!"

Link put the safety on the pistol and put it on the belt, and walked slowly to Forbes: "I am also a slave, there is no need to kill you, what are your plans next?"

Forbes looked up at Link in surprise, and there were only two words in his eyes - unbelief.

Those mercenaries are all strong men, and the slaves in front of them are so thin that they can be blown down by a gust of wind.

That's it, how to defeat the mercenaries and escape?

Forbes ran out of the trunk of the jeep and heard the exchange of fire in the labyrinth of blue walls. In his opinion, this person must be a mercenary or someone with the special status of the Wasteland Gang, and Joe disguised himself as a slave to obtain information about him.

Link let out a sigh of relief, a little helpless.

To be honest, he was looking at the food in a backpack of Forbes.

If it was the enemy, he would shoot and snatch the treasure without hesitation, without any psychological pressure.

But this timid fat man was also a suffering slave, and his escape from the quicksand depended on luck. He really couldn't bear to steal the supplies and leave him here alone.

What's more, he has just escaped from Longtan, and there is still a tiger's den of the Mechanical God Sect to break through, and there are multiple people and multiple help.

"Come with me!"

Link said fiercely and walked ahead to lead the way.

Forbes knelt on the ground and didn't respond. The Treasure Rat ran behind him and stretched out his small paws to push Fatty Rushan's body. He tried to suckle without any response.

The treasure hunter's cheeks bulged angrily, grabbed his clothes and ran to Forbes' neck collar... He pinched the collar with one hand, and scratched Forbes' neck with the other.

Sensing that there were small and sharp claws scratching on the skin, Forbes immediately returned to his senses and shuddered.

The Treasure Rat is like a knight, holding the reins and trying to tame a manic black-skinned boar, relying on the collar to control the direction of Forbes' wild run.

"Take him to the maze and wait for me."

The Treasure Rat rode Forbes and ran to the maze before Link. Because of its size, the turning inertia was too strong. When it arrived at the mercenary's body, it was too late to brake, and it hit the blue wall and passed out.

Treasure Rat jumped from Forbes, spun around in the air, and finally landed flat on the ground.

Forbes slowly woke up, and his vision was still blurry when he first opened it, but the scene he saw suddenly woke him up, and he was covered in cold sweat. He saw what Link was cutting with a dagger, and beside him were two blood-stained bodies.

Forbeston shrank up and hid in the corner, terrified, and seemed to have thought of his own ending.

"you're awake?"

Link threw a pair of military boots in front of Forbes.

Forbes was frightened to dodge, and then rubbed his eyes to see that it was a pair of military boots.

The military boots have been modified to split the closed round toe at the front into open-toed sandals.

Looking at the two corpses on the ground again, they were all mercenaries. One had a green T-shirt on the upper body that had been soaked in blood, and the other had its upper body completely naked, and the bullet holes on his body could be clearly seen.

"Try if it fits."

Forbes's heart is completely messed up now, he doesn't understand the current situation at all, and he can only be manipulated like a marionette.

'forced' to put on military boots with five toes exposed.

How do you say emmmm, that is, the military boots are cut a bit too much, and the toes are a little exposed, but the others are fine.

"Let me take a look at your feet."

Forbes immediately raised his feet, daring not to make any slights.

Link looked at it for a while, and muttered to himself, "It seems to be a little too much, I see!"

Then he buried himself in the dagger and started a pair of intact military boots.

These military boots were all mercenary boots, and the feet were relatively large. Link would simply drag them when they put them on, which was quite inconvenient.

The next step is to traverse the Gobi under the control of the Mechanic God. If you go barefoot, you will be dripping with blood.

The Gobi is full of hard soil and gravel, unlike the desert where you can go barefoot.

While burying his head in cutting, Link said: "I am indeed a slave, but I killed them and escaped. The ancient ruins were submerged by quicksand, and the Wasteland Gang will never give up on this matter. Staying in the desert is no less than suicide. road."

"The Gobi is the site of the Mechanic Sect, which is more terrifying than the Wasteland Gang."

Link looked at Forbes as he spoke, and said, "What they like most is a rough-skinned, thick-skinned, fat-covered person like you. If you are caught making a human flesh battery, life is better than death."

Forbes shuddered and folded his arms across his chest.

It is well known in the desert that the Mechanicum uses living people as energy batteries, which can stop children from crying.

"I'm going to cross the Gobi now and escape to the sand capital of the Free Federation in the north. What are your plans?"

Forbes was full of confusion. He was only thinking about escaping from the slave camp. As for what to do after escaping, he didn't think about it at all.

"me……"

I can't break a fart for a long time.

Link cut out the military boots and tried them on his feet. The toes were just sticking out but not too much, just right!

Link took off another mercenary's trousers, measured and cut to fit him, and changed into camouflage trousers and open-toed military boots in a few minutes.

I have to say, the feeling of wearing pants and shoes is really reassuring.

Forbes was stunned for a while before he asked timidly, "Can we cross the Gobi and reach the Free Federation safely?"

Link didn't say much, got up and took off the linen coat, with a micro-punch, a pistol, and two magazines hanging from the gun belt, and a dagger in his hand.

The treasure-hunting mouse stood on Link's shoulders, with two small paws crossed on his chest, and his small head tilted upward at forty-five degrees.

"Okay, I'll join!"

After a while...

"Boss Link, thank you for making my shoes."

"I should thank you. If I hadn't tested it with you first, how could it be possible to create such a fitting army boots."

P.S: A new week, asking for recommended tickets!

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