Mayhoff, perhaps one day in the future, the old guy Swan will lead a group of people to carry out mining operations here and make a lot of money. Then, because of the mineral wealth here, the oppression of Kailian, finally joined the Renault fleet that saved his life and became a legendary engineer.

But in 2492, none of this happened. Although sporadic minerals were discovered on the planet Meinhof, and rumors of large minerals and many gold diggers, the planet's main body is still a fairly quiet edge star, and the reason why this planet is quiet is also very simple:

With excessive ultraviolet rays, the daytime of this planet is simply a forbidden area for living things. All creatures, including humans, have become night-distance species. The sun will not set. However, as soon as the sun sets, the planet becomes a paradise for predators--regardless of whether you are a human or not, there is always something that targets you that wants to kill you.

In the words of the nominal governor of the planet, that is [Welcome to Meinhof - a place where every creature on a planet is so hungry that she wants to kill you, have fun].

Lehman walked on the Meinhof Plain, where the sun was still setting. The sun that was about to disappear reminded Lehman of a cruel and ruthless big eye, as if before traveling through time, he would sometimes open the outer layer of the double-layer window and close it in summer, so that he could watch some unlucky insects become increasingly wilted under the deadly temperature in the glass mezzanine.

But now he has become a bug, and I don’t know who is watching him--thinking of this, Lehman shook his head helplessly and made a self-deprecating sound, and then continued to walk towards the human settlement in front of him--the next step of the plan is there, and only when you get there can you find a way to take the next ship to the Dead Port.

But what Lehman probably didn't expect was that at this time, it was not a god but a person who was staring at him with a dangerous look.

On the hard and dry rock wall that was roasted, a cave with shadows and coolness, a human wrapped in some kind of cloth, sucked the last breath of smoke from the cigar and put down the telescope in his hand, and then touched his accomplices with his elbow, but the person touched pointed lazyly at a shadow at the foot of the mountain and the broken mechanical wreckage on the roadside, indicating that it was not time to move.

The person who had just observed with a telescope looked at the point where the accomplice pointed and nodded.

As for what the two vulture-like raiders discovered, it was what Lehman was about to discover.

A sound suddenly came from Lehman's ears, and a foul smell came from his nostrils. This was an extraordinary ability. Lehman knew that his various sensory sensitivity was far beyond ordinary people, and the reason was that the Sarnaga creation, which had always maintained the form of death wings; at this time, the little guy had changed his form, and the biological tissues were now turning into a layer of biological armor that changed his appearance to cover his whole body.

And the core of this little thing, a group of void energy that Nairakims couldn't understand, was lurking in Lehman's body at this moment.

This possessive mode brings Lehman in addition to his super sensitive senses, it also brings him a warning system. This little guy also keeps alert to everything around him when Lehman is not paying attention. Now it sends Lehman an early warning, with an ambush in front of him.

Lehman sighed and looked forward, but only found a short figure wrapped in rags and other materials huddled in the shadow of a large rock on the side of the road. Seeing Lehman approaching, the short man shouted in a hoarse voice:

"Sir, sir, kind-hearted sir, can you give me some water!!! Just a little bit I have the strength to go to the town in front!"

"What are you going to do when you go to the town in front?" This is not the first attack Lehman experienced in a short hour walk. He was even lazy to get angry again, but he began to tease the attacker's bait, "How do you plan to make a living?"

The little girl, who was baited by the attacker, was stunned. Obviously, she didn't expect that in addition to giving her a pen and a cruel person who ignored her, there would be funny people who would talk to her. However, she quickly reacted. The little girl twisted her thin and dirty body and grinned:

"There must be many men in the town, so I can't hate it."

"Okay," Lehman saw the dry body and eyes full of attacking desire, and suddenly lost the interest of continuing to make jokes. He stood there, "You can let your companion come out. You acted well, but your companion is really, too smelly."

This is the truth. The reason why these guys touched the little guy's warning was that the foodie who was possessed by him immediately smelled the stench of the attackers behind the stones and wreckage surrounding him and called the police.

Hearing this, the little girl who acted as bait was also stunned. She knew that her bosses basically didn't take a bath, but there was actually someone who could find them because of the odor?!

However, just as the little girl was in a daze, six big men had already walked behind the stone and wreckage. These people were wrapped in something that didn't know if it was rag or something that resisted ultraviolet rays. However, Lehman still saw that their exposed skin was covered with various scars from super strong ultraviolet rays - most of them were rotten pustules.

Lehman felt that these people should be robbers who made a living by attacking passers-by. These people were holding various weapons, such as shotguns that looked like two large iron pipes, or a rifle with too many useless iron sheets on the outside, and even a chainsaw!!!

For a moment, Lehman felt that he was a fool looking for water purifiers everywhere, or a madman who forgot his son to pick up rags wandered in a world called [Fallout], but he shook his head and woke up from his brief self-verbal silence.

At this time, the chainsaw was also activated by the attacker and made a buzzing sound. When Lehman saw it, he felt very disappointed--it was actually powered by solar cells. Damn, he didn't use a chainsaw, he didn't use a chainsaw, there was no loud noise, no black smoke, and he didn't feel like facing a chainsaw madman!!!

The leader of the attacker obviously did not know that the guy in front of him had regarded them as a funny artist. He raised the best-maintained Gauss pistol in his hand, and waved it crookedly like the two Japanese devils in the anti-Japanese films in Lehman's memory, and waved it a few times, emitting his own threat:

"Leave all the things for me, I'll give you some fun!!!"

Of course things cannot be given to people--Lehman's props are now to play a role in the future, so Lehman slowly raised his head and said in a muffled voice because of his mask:

"Now there is someone in front of you who doesn't want to have a conflict with you. I'm very polite to ask you to give up this action and let me go."

A group of attackers were shocked by this sudden sense of civilization for a long time and didn't say anything. According to common sense, now the prey either started to resist or beg for mercy. If it really doesn't work, some people ran away directly. It's the first time that they are so polite!!!

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Meinhoff is not a place where men and women stay. The culture of the entire planet is the same as that of Meinhoff’s largest bar [Bitch-Twister] (Bichi Tornado), which is strong, happy, and violent. This place can accommodate almost all different types of humans, and civilized people may be a few exceptions.

The leader of the attacker thought this was funny like drinking too much, but he had never seen such naive gold diggers. The container on his back was probably mineral samples - he had also seen contract workers sent by mineral companies to prospect the mining several times, most of which were like bears, and the fat sheep that did not belong to this world, and the way to deal with this fat sheep is.

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"Mining people, you may not understand it, so I will explain it again. I will take the goods you carry and your life!!!"

"Then I'll say it a different way," Lehman sighed in his heart. He didn't want to have a conflict, either because of anything else, or because if he did, he would have to spend energy after the disaster. "Now, in front of you, there is a person who doesn't have much patience with you, put down his weapons."

A group of attackers laughed louder, and they hadn't been so happy in a long time.

However, Lehman was not attentive. He took off the machete on his waist that was made of scrap metal after reaching the surface of the planet, threw the knife flower of the Dark Templars during training, and put the machete on his chest and said:

"The last word, now there is an unhappy guy with a weapon in front of you who is giving you one last chance, get out of here..."

"Bitch, please (Bitch Please)..." The leader of the attacker straightened his arm directly, aimed at Lehman with an electromagnetic pistol and pulled the trigger.

Then, nothing happened. Lehman had already used extremely tiny amount of psychic energy to destroy the trigger of the gun. Then, while the attacker was stunned, he stepped forward like lightning. The machete in his hand simply rotated upwards 90 degrees, and then cut off the forearm of the attacker leader, and then he stood back to his original position.

The two humans watching the battle on the cliff stood up in an instant - it was too fast, it was definitely something that could be achieved by the top mechanical limbs or biological reinforcement!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The leader of the attacker finally reacted and began to scream. He looked at the broken limb that fell to the ground and the electromagnetic pistol, and shouted like crazy:

"What are you waiting for? Wake him!!!!"

A group of attackers were stupid. What the hell was he waking him up?!

"He means killing me," Lehman reminded kindly, "he is unable to speak normally because of severe pain and blood loss. He means killing me."

A group of attackers finally reacted. They screamed, picked up all kinds of weapons, and rushed towards Lehman.

About five seconds later, the two humans observing on the cliff looked at the battlefield where there was only one sober living person left below. They nodded to each other and quickly disappeared into the darkness and went back to report the news.

Lehman, who stood up and shook the blood from the knife, looked at the cliff that had just been hiding from the observer, and then continued to walk towards the town not far away.

"Hey, hey!!! You!!! What should I do now!!!" the little girl who acted as bait shouted loudly.

"Think of a way with the water and pistol hidden in your arms."

Lehman was not interested in this kind of venomous snake-like guy. He threw a word and left without looking back.

"Tsk, it's actually a smart bastard," the bait girl spat on a dirty spit, turning her eyes to her former bosses, her eyes shining, "Now it's developed."

She rushed towards the corpse like a wild dog.
Chapter completed!