"Do they make bombs for free?!" The earphones had already filled the screen with expletives. It seemed that everyone was in the same situation, being chased by cannonballs.

He can also curse, but it seems that the situation is not extreme.

Fortunately, these shells did not have a targeting system, otherwise they would have been turned into ashes. The continuous explosions still made Gin suffer a lot, and his ears were full of buzzing sounds.

It is said that the weather in the desert restricted area is changeable, and sure enough, the sand and dust rose again, blurring the vision. "I have never been so grateful for the sandstorm." Crow said sincerely.

Without the threat of cannonballs, the test from nature has just begun.

The sandstorms in the restricted area are larger than those outside, and the visibility is even less than one meter. If they cannot find a place to avoid the sand in time, they will either be swept up by the sandstorms, or buried underground by the yellow sand. The former is more likely.

Lower the center of gravity as much as possible, in the sandstorm

Eyes become the most useless thing, because you can't see anything, not even the shadow of the people around you. There is flying dust everywhere, and the fine sand has begun to affect breathing.

Gin has now lost his vision and hearing. These two senses are not very useful in this weather. He mainly relies on experience and luck to find places to hide.

Yes, luck.

After all, in such a large desert, no one knows how far away the shelter is from you and whether you can persist there.

Gin's strength is not bad, and his luck is not bad, otherwise he would not be alive to this day. In other words, for people like them, who can live to this day, their strength is unquestionable, and the God of Luck has also favored them.

Hiding behind a boulder, Gin had the energy to take a breath. Just now, he was almost buried by the sand in the wind.

As for the other three people, the sandstorm seriously affected the signal. He didn't know their current situation at all, but those few were not easy to die. As long as they could find a bunker, they had a 90% chance of survival. If they couldn't find a bunker, they would survive.

...There's nothing you can do about it. Life and death depend on fate and wealth. In such an extreme environment, you can't even take care of yourself. How can you care about others?

Not to mention they are cold-blooded, they all know their own personalities, or who can survive to this day, who is not cold-blooded?

After finding the bunker, all that's left is a silent confrontation with nature, because we don't know how long the sandstorm will last. If a sandstorm of this level lasts for a month, no one will be able to leave alive.

The boulders blocked most of the sand and stones, leaving people with a little breathing space. In this way, Gin's legs were buried in the yellow sand. After shaking the sand off, Gin took a sip of glucose. The endless waiting is the best way to kill people.

You don't know how long you need to wait, maybe a few hours, maybe a few days, maybe a few weeks, but you have no other choice but to wait. Man is too insignificant in the face of nature.

The sandstorm lasted for a day without showing any sign of abating. Gin's hearing gradually returned to normal, but the visibility was still very low. He couldn't run around. Leaving this shelter in this weather would be asking for death.

A new round of waiting.

While Gin was waiting for the sandstorm to end, Belmod also wore motorcycle clothes to investigate the whereabouts of Geel. With perfect affinity, Belmod easily got the information about Geel from a child.

"Who are you?" The little boy looked at this strange woman wearing a hat whose face could not be seen clearly.

"Hush," Belmode put his finger on his lips and lowered his voice, like a demon whispering to himself in the dark night, with a seductive and depraved voice, "a secret makes a woman woman."

After extracting the information she wanted, Belmode stretched her waist and read the email Gin sent her before leaving.

[Let peripheral members sneak in to investigate the situation.——gin]

Gin, did you give such an order because you had anticipated Kil's situation?

Now that we know that Kiel was in a car accident, the next investigation is a matter of course. We need to find out which hospital Kiel is in. The rest will be done after Gin comes back.

But then again, where did that guy go? He disappears every now and then.

There was also that experiment. Ginjiu said that he was going to perform the task, but she asked the person in a subtle way. The person did not assign any tasks to Ginjiu. In other words, Ginjiu ran there by himself, so Ginjiu

You must know something there.

The experiment called "Miracle".

Belmod also noticed changes in her body. In addition to the lighter color of her hair, her mood seemed to have become much lighter. This change was very small. If she hadn't accidentally discovered the change in her attitude towards gin, she might not have noticed it.

a little.

Thinking again about Gin's always calm attitude, Belmod vaguely grasped something, a strange silver hair, an almost non-existent emotion, concealing his whereabouts, and saving her who was treated as an experimental subject...

These signs, without exception, indicate that Gin is likely to have participated in the "miraculous" experiment.

So, the question is, what is Gin doing now?

I thought Gin was mysterious before, but now it seems that it is more than just a mystery. Gin is a guy with secrets in his hair. He is obviously a devil, but he can hide his danger completely; he is obviously a killer, but people can notice it.

Not the slightest intention to kill.

Belmode lit a cigarette, his eyes full of inquiry. He hadn't realized it before, but now it seemed that Gin had hidden himself so deeply that no one could notice.

On the other side, Gin, who was hiding from the sandstorm behind a boulder, had a casual and cold look on his face. His whole person exuded a careless temperament, and he was lazy and noble even though the long yellow sand could not stop him.

Gin didn't care how long the sandstorm would last, just like he didn't care whether he would die. In other words, he was waiting, waiting to die, waiting for the world to forget him.

The sandstorm did not kill Gin. After three days of crazy output, the sky was clear on the fourth day.

Gin, who was almost buried by the sandstorm, shook off the fine sand on his body, looked around at the yellow and orange fields, recognized the direction, and left the place with the sniper rifle on his back.

The most taboo thing when moving forward in the desert is sweating. Sweat evaporates very quickly, which can easily cause the body to lose a lot of water. Gin has no worries about this. He walks very fast, and there is still some compressed biscuits, but the glucose is almost used up.

, the most important thing now is to leave the Sea of ​​Death, where dangers are everywhere.

Gin's footsteps paused, the dagger appeared in his hand, and his eyes were fixed on the sand. Animals usually do not attack people, but if there is a lack of food... everyone who comes will be prey.

Unintentionally entangled with these animals, Gin retreated and defended. His hearing and vision detected the friction of the sand. With a wave of his arm, a snake that rushed towards him was broken into two pieces. Killing the snake is easy, but the trouble is the group of snakes.

No matter how fast Gin was, he couldn't stop these snakes from rushing forward without their lives. He didn't have three heads and six arms!

After killing a group of snakes again, Gin threw a grenade into the group of snakes without hesitation and retreated decisively.

It is true that this place is called the Sea of ​​Death. There are snakes in front and quicksand behind. Gin carefully lays himself down on the sand, moves his legs out of the quicksand little by little, and then moves to a safe place.

After feeling the solid sand under his hands, Gin slumped down on the ground and crossed the desert of death. After adjusting a little, he got up and set off again. Fortunately, Gin is not a person who likes to sweat, otherwise it would be such a struggle these days.

, I already smelled bad - the first thing I did after returning was to take a shower.

Walking to the back, faults began to appear on the ground. A huge stone city appeared in front of us. Gin climbed down from the sand dunes. These stones were more than ten meters high at least. They looked old. There was no intact road in the stone city.

, you can walk everywhere, and you don’t know what the hell is inside.

Gin did not rush in, but found a safe place to rest outside Stone City.

"MD, I almost killed Shukou." A cursing voice sounded. Crow was keenly aware of an undisguised gaze and looked up, "You are the only one, then wait a little longer. How long have you been waiting?"

"16 hours." Without water for a long time, Gin's voice was inevitably hoarse, but he was in good spirits. This can be regarded as an agreement. The waiting time is only 24 hours, and he will leave when the time is up. Every minute will count.

Don’t stay too long, “There are still 8 hours left.”

"Eight hours..." The crow took a sip of water, stopped talking, and waited silently. At 22 hours and 57 minutes, the blue whale came over, with one hour and three minutes left.

The three of them waited in silence, "There are still two minutes." Blue Whale glanced at the sky and saw that the sun was about to rise. When the sun fully rose, they should leave.

"It's time." The crow said. He stood up and took one last look at the desert. There was no one around. "We should go." The white wolf may have had an accident and failed to arrive on time, or he may have died. If he is alive,

They will naturally be notified when the time comes, but the chance of this is low. To be honest, they have walked too much in this restricted area. The danger of the Sea of ​​Death is really dangerous, but if you just rush, it will take you three days to get here.

Enough, they don't have that much time to wait, and waiting is meaningless. If the white wolf is alive, he will not be able to get here. If he dies, then they are wasting their time.

The three of them walked into Stone City in silence. They all said that it was a restricted area and death was normal, especially for them.

The stone city is overgrown with weeds, and the roads are complicated. When they pass through a fork, they leave marks on the stones, and then continue walking forward. No one talks. They don't have much food left now, and they must maintain their physical strength, especially their body moisture.
Chapter completed!