The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

[Reminder: There are six trackers sent by Passat to analyze the route. It is recommended that the host go to the resettlement area and detour from the Rose Street until...]

Just three minutes after Jing'an walked out of the building, the system's prompts were already heard.

"Tsk...this group is too annoying."

Jing'an turned around and took a lot of thoughts to get those guys aside. Obviously, he was somewhat dissatisfied with the best tips given by the system at this time.

"Is this Passat really the best choice?"

The weird dress, the exaggerated negotiations, and some of the strength that was forced to be exposed. Judging from these complicated procedures alone, Jing'an is already somewhat dissatisfied.

[Reminder: After various trade-offs and judgments, Passat can be said to be the most reasonable trading partner in the current situation]

This means that throughout the Federal District, no better trading partner can be found than this neurotic.

Obviously relying on his strength, he hunted down an entire flaming red python.

But at this moment, he has to hide like a lemming... What's wrong here?

Jing'an stopped making a sound. He walked around the outer area for a while before returning to his temporary foothold.

In the outer area, in the shelter of the shelter, under the humid and sultry environment, the old popsicle had collapsed on the quilt on the floor, and was angry at the fleas on his body.

Jing An breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the musty wooden bench, and said with a chuckle.

"Have you figured it out, what to eat tonight?"

The environment in the resettlement area is harsh, with sewage and undercurrents everywhere, foul smells are even more ubiquitous. With the keen sense of smell of the old popsicle, it is undoubtedly an inhuman torture.

"Woo..."

[Translation: too stinky, no appetite, don’t want to eat]

"Hold it up, just stay here for one night."

Jing'an's mentality was very peaceful. He took out the jerky and rations from the bag, broke them into pieces in twos and threes, and after leaving some for the old popsicles, he sent them to his mouth expressionlessly.

Dirty and chaos is only a simple content that is hidden on the surface. In fact, the rule of live and go without having to log in personal information is what Jing'an most favors-how can an extraordinary mutant be willing to endure this? The stench and gap of the'inferior'?

A gleam of light flashed through Jing'an's eyes. He may be a kind person, but he is definitely not the temper of a good person.

For Passat's actions, Jing'an will surely make him pay the corresponding price.

As for now, as long as you can bear it any longer. By tomorrow, there will be a turning point.

…In the afternoon of the next day.

Jing'an, who arrived as scheduled, took the old popsicle and returned to this underground fighting field together.

In the dim light as always, Passat was leaning comfortably on the spacious leather sofa. Regarding Jing'an's visit, he just raised his right hand symbolically, then laughed and squeezed the slender waist of the dancer who got up in panic.

"Boy~You are really on time."

"Punctuality is a virtue, Mr. Passat."

"Ohhhhhh, I didn't see the wrong person as expected."

The burgundy suit was filled with fat, and the swelling and tight material creaked. He raised his right hand and waved behind him, asking the attendants to present the prepared goods one by one.

Passat smiled and got up, and began to introduce these accessories to Jing'an one by one.

"A whole box of military-manufactured grenades has clear markings and intact safety plugs. Next to them are two boxes of earthen-made shock explosive bombs. The safety may be poor, but the quality will only be higher than the military standard."

"This, the dark blue blade of a short dagger made by cold steel pressing is rare. It is said that it can only be made at a high level before the disaster. Like the current level, it is difficult to reproduce this sharp toy. 'NS."

"Finally, here, boy, you call the assembled guns you need. To be honest, I'm not very interested in these things, so I don't usually collect them. If you want to say the advantages... at least this gun is unusually strong. "

From the first sense alone, Jing'an is very satisfied with these three types of trading products at the moment, and it can be said that there is no fault at all. It's just that... the focus of this time is not on these things.

"Nice collection, thank you very much sir for your sincerity. So, what about the remaining materials?"

"Don't be so impatient~ Boy, I have to ask you one more thing than this."

As soon as Passat's voice fell, a low painful cry came from his side. I saw a figure squeezed out of the dark scene and fell in front of the two.

"Look at him, this hapless guy."

Passat smiled and grabbed the man's head, and shook the blood-stained dirty face under Jing'an's eyelids.

"Ferocious Beast Path-Level 1 mutation direction, red eyes. My poor Xiao Mu, it feels uncomfortable for moderate pollution, right?"

He slowly moved his thick lips to Xiao Mu's ear, whispering as if whispering.

"Tell me, have you felt a little better after taking in those materials?"

The latter's lips whispered, as if he wanted to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, his back suddenly arched.

After a hoarse cry, lumps of black and red paste spewed out-falling to the ground, a white mist appeared, and it collapsed into patches of eyelid blemish.

"Oh, my poor little Mu...it seems that your condition is not getting better."

[Reminder: A moderately polluted mutant was detected. During the analysis... It was after being beaten by an external force, and then forced to use its ability, resulting in severe cell deformation and heavy pollution]

Jing'an's brows frowned unconsciously, and by now, he already understood to some extent what demon Passat was doing.

"You make your subordinates look like this, and then let him try the poison?"

"How can boy say that~ Xiao Mu became so unlucky because of a failed mission."

Seeing this eyes gradually become blurred, the young man who lost his senses. Jing'an has an emotion called disgust from the bottom of her heart. He also tried to think about it, but he never thought that Passat would make such a tragic move.

"Forget it... I don't want to tell you more, what do you mean now, do you want to go wrong?"

"How come, I'm just inspecting the goods."

Passat grinned and pushed the head in his hands into the blood, and his tone was even more gentle and playful.

"Mutated mutants with moderate pollution, according to the list you gave, eat all the ingredients above. The result is...this look?"

"Any questions?"

Jing'an's complexion did not change, and Passat's brows were raised in surprise even more because of her confident appearance.

"Do you think that the list specially made for you can be used by any cat or dog?"