The raindrops fell on the ground, splashing white mist.

The blackened soil has long been muddy, and the low-lying areas are full of water.

Selma and his companions were driving a dilapidated multi-purpose car, traveling through abandoned houses for countless years.

"Damn it, I can't see the road!" Selma stared ahead and patted the steering wheel.

The vehicle's wipers work hard, but they can only keep the windshield clear for a second.

"Find a place to shelter from the rain." Sandro, who was in the passenger seat, made a suggestion. "You don't know that all kinds of extreme weather will always appear on the wasteland, and it's still summer."

Their four-person team is a ruin hunter who lives on wasteland. He often comes and goes here and is no stranger to similar situations.

"Okay." Selma sighed, "I thought I could go to the river tonight and go back to the city tomorrow morning."

Although there is no need to worry about a car accident no matter how you drive the wasteland on the north shore. With the population and vehicle density here, even if it rains heavily and has extremely low visibility, it is a low probability to hit the same type, but as an "intermediate hunter", Selma is very clear that the danger is not this.

In such extreme weather, the North Shore wasteland itself means trouble.

You will never know if the ground collapses suddenly ahead, and you can't confirm how deep the seemingly small low-lying place is. In the heavy rain, your car may disappear while driving, and everyone drowned in the old world duct full of rain or in the buried river.

In addition to these, there are natural disasters such as landslides and mudslides.

With the help of the headlights, Selma barely saw the surrounding situation clearly.

This place belongs to the suburbs of the old world, but at that time, many people with certain wealth in the Red River area liked to live in this kind of place. Single-family houses were accompanied by lawns and gardens, so at first glance, Selma saw many buildings, some of which had collapsed, and some were well preserved, but were wrapped in snake-like green vines.

Under the dim sky and in the violent storm, trees, weeds and houses all give people a shaky feeling.

Following memory, Selmay drove the vehicle to a higher place.

Along the way, they were looking for places to shelter from the rain, and after all, they could not always stay in the car, which would increase energy consumption, and they only had a barrel of gasoline left.

As well-experienced ruin hunters, Selma and Sandro knew that houses shelter from the rain should not be picked casually. Although these buildings left over from the old world looked intact and seemed to be able to stand for many years, some of them had long been dilapidated and might collapse in a blast after being covered by strong winds and rains for a few hours.

There are countless ruins hunters who thought they had found a safe place to shelter from the wind and rain, relaxed their vigilance, and ended up buried alive under bricks, stones, wood and cement.

After sweeping the houses, Sandro pointed to the place that looked the highest and said:

"That building seems to be OK, with the best terrain and no major damage. It's just that snake vines grow more, and the Aedes mosquitoes like this kind of place the most."

"We have deworming potion." Denise, who was sitting in the back row, responded with a smile.

They quickly unified their opinions and let the vehicles drive from the back to the house at the highest point under the dark sky, facing the violent wind and rain.

The muddy roads caused a lot of obstacles to them, but fortunately there was no deeper water so there was no need to detour.

Almost ten minutes later, they arrived at their destination and turned to the front of the house.

Suddenly, Selma and Sandro's eyelids twitched at the same time.

In that house, a yellow light radiated outward and rendered it!

"Another ruin hunter?" Denise also saw this scene.

This is the most reasonable inference in the current situation:

Because of the storm, hunters of other ruins also chose to hide in higher terrain.

They didn't think about whether the houses in front of them were still inhabited, because this was impossible - the farmland in the surrounding area was seriously polluted and the things planted were not eaten at all. In other words, it was impossible to form a certain scale of settlements nearby. Hunting alone could only feed a few people. However, when facing natural disasters, "unintentional people", distorted creatures, and robbers, it was difficult for a few people to resist.

Of course, it is not ruled out that this is just a temporary cabin for some hunters.

"Do you still have to go there?" Sandro asked in a deep voice.

Meeting peers in the wasteland of the North Shore is not necessarily a good thing, it is the case for both parties.

Selma was about to answer, but she had already seen the corresponding situation clearly.

The rusty iron fence door in front of the house was open; the weed garden was crushed by wheels again and again, and a gray-green jeep and a dark black off-road were parked outside the main building. In the foyer, a fire rose, and a portable stainless steel round pot was erected. There were six people around the fire, three men and three women.

Two of them were responsible for the warning, two were taking care of the fire, and the two of them were left to huddle on the chairs and single sofas they brought in, and they seized the time to sleep.

What Selma, Sandro and others are most concerned about is not the number of each other, but what weapons they carry.

"Short Neck"... Assault Rifle... "United 202"... Quickly confirm the situation in this regard, Selma said carefully:

"It's not good to leave like this. If they take advantage of us to go down, they will be dangerous if they fire a few cold guns and blow up our tires."

In such weather and such a road, the consequences will be unimaginable once the tire breaks out.

"Well, it's not too late to say hello to Liangliang's muscles and leave again." Sandro agreed.

Denise followed:

"Maybe useful information can be exchanged."

Selma, who had the support of his companions, drove the vehicle towards the gate of the house. When the patrolman of the ruins Hunter Squad opposite him raised his gun and aimed it, he took the initiative to stop.

"Where did you come from?" Selma pressed the window and asked loudly.

"First City!" Shang Jianyao responded with a louder voice than the other party before his companion, "Where are you?"

While hiding from the rain and preparing dinner, it was the "old tuner group" and Han Wanghou who successfully escaped from the city. Zeng Duo. At this time, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jian Yao were taking care of the fire, heating cans, Long Yuehong and Bai Chen patrolled around, guarding against accidents, Han Wanghou, who was not in good health and had been running around for more than a day, and Zeng Duo seized the time to rest.

As for Gnava, I was idle and was exploring every floor and every room of this house to see what books, newspapers and materials from the old world can be found.

"North Angelford." Selma's voice penetrated the wind and rain and penetrated into Jiang Baimian and others' ears.

North Angelford refers to a certain area of ​​this wasteland on the north bank of the Red River, which originated from a similar place name in the old world.

This regional division has no clear boundaries and is a purely empiricist product.

Before Shang Jianyao and the others responded, Selma shouted again:

"Can you talk a few times?"

"You can park the car over there and come over." Shang Jianyao stood up and pointed to a place on the side of the house.

From there to the foyer, there are places to shelter along the way.

Selma seemed to be stable but actually drove the car carefully to the predetermined position. Then, they each brought their weapons and pushed the door down.

One of them is using the "Trong" assault rifle produced by "First City", one with a "Sour Orange" submachine gun, one with a light machine gun in hand, and the other with a "Hawkeye" sniper rifle in hand, and the firepower is fierce.

This is one of the reasons they always get kind treatment.

Before they got close to the hall, they smelled the strong smell of food at the same time, and only felt that the breath penetrated into their hearts through their lungs.

"Can canned potato beef...there are abundant supplies..." Selma and others cheered up and walked towards the hall.

With the light of the fire, they finally saw clearly the appearance of Jiang Baimian, Shang Jianyao and others.

The Gray Man...has been genetically modified? There is a little background... As his eyes lit up, multiple thoughts flashed through Selma's mind.

As an experienced ruin hunter, he and his companions have dealt with members of the "White Knights" and know the various manifestations of genetic improvement. Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian perfectly meet the corresponding characteristics.

This made Selma and the others more solemn.

"You came from North Angelford?" Jiang Baimian, who was sitting cross-legged by the fire, raised his head and asked.

Zeng Duo’s Chuchun Town is in that area.

"Yes, the pollution there is relatively not that serious, you can stay for a long time..." When Selma answered, she felt that the fragrance of potato roast beef poured into her mind one after another, and she was almost disturbed by her thinking.

They have been in the wasteland of the North Shore for nearly two weeks, and they have been tired of eating dry food and wild game with strange meat.

Jiang Baimian didn't get up and say hello, glanced at them, and said with a smile:

“If you don’t mind, you can eat together.

"Of course, I can't distribute you beef and potatoes. This belongs to my companions, but you are allowed to dip the soup with dry food."

Selma, Sandro and others looked at each other, feeling that this didn't seem to be a bad thing.

The other party also wants to eat these foods, just wait for others not to relax their vigilance.

Sandro and Denise each held weapons and were guarding against accidents, Selma and Tole sat next to the fire.

"How is the situation in North Angelford?" Jiang Baimian asked with the flow.

Selma recalled:

"Nothing different from before, that is, a certain army in the 'Original City' seems to be doing drills. Once they get close to certain places, they will encounter them and cannot go deeper."

So... Jiang Baimian turned his body sideways and looked at Zeng Duo on the single sofa next to him.

The lady had opened her eyes.

Selma took the opportunity to ask:

"What happened in the city recently?"

Jiang Baimian pondered for a few seconds and said "Yes":

"'Hand of Order' is chasing a group of people, causing storms in the city."
Chapter completed!