She was really lucky, and soon found a small iron box under the seat of Brother Hui's car.

Joyner picked up the box and felt that the box was heavy, and the sound of metal clashing could be heard from time to time. She smiled charmingly, twisted the lock without saying a word, opened the box, and her eyes suddenly lit up.

In addition to the expected bullets in the box, there is also a weapon that is not fully assembled.

The moment she saw the huge magazine, Joyner understood that this gun was for firing split bullets!

She also saw several "oversize" bullets lying in the case, with red metal banding around the casings. With her knowledge of firearms, she knew that metal casings were bullets that contained multiple rounds.

It's a shotgun bullet, never wrong.

She picked up one and observed it carefully, and found that the workmanship was fine. There were traces of thread grinding on the lathe on the shell case, and a mottled mark, dark brown, which looked like an upside-down steam hammer. A line of small characters could be vaguely seen underneath, but most Worn, she could only make out the characters for "mine" and "city".

Joyner's heart trembled violently, and she checked the other parts of the weapon: the barrel was made of high-strength molybdenum-chromium steel with exquisite workmanship, the inner chamber was chrome-plated, and the exterior was slightly phosphated.

Is it standard equipment?

The steam hammer on the mottled logo represents large mechanized stamping equipment, and there are some words behind the words mine and city, which have long been unrecognizable, but obviously the name of the manufacturer...

None of this is new to Joyner. To be able to make such sophisticated weapons, there must be corresponding equipment and a very high level of craftsmanship, which seems to represent that the spiritual inheritance of the pre-civilization era is still continuing.

Is there still a special arsenal in this era?

So, where is this place?

Joyner was shocked!

At the same time, there were countless question marks in her mind, she must go to that place to have a look.

"Let's deal with what's in front of us first." Joyner recovered from her infinite reverie and shook her head slowly. "Well, I don't know how powerful this weapon is? It should be assembled and tried."

Just do it, she assembled the shotgun in less than five minutes, held it up and played with it repeatedly in her hand, and pushed another slug on it,

But she hesitated for a while. There were only a few large bullets left, and she thought that she should use them at a critical moment, so she temporarily gave up the idea of ​​test firing.

"Forget it! No matter how powerful this gun is, it will always be useful, so let's take it away first..."

Joyner threw the weapon into the iron box and carried it to the cab of the truck, trying to stuff the box directly under the seat.

But at this time, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in her mind, and for some reason, she took out the "sprayer" by mistake, and loaded four slugs into the magazine, and clipped it directly to the **** the side of her right leg. bring.

Such an important weapon cannot be thrown around casually.

Finally, she glanced up at the mirror, dressed in nondescript clothes, shook her head dissatisfied, and began to look around for something.

"Well, there is!"

She smiled slightly, walked over to another pickup truck, and with a whoosh, tore off a piece of canvas covering the bed. She didn't realize until the canvas fell to the ground that it was actually a tent.

Without delay, Georgina immediately picked up the canvas fingers as scissors, pulled and pulled it into a cloak, and then tied two ropes at one end to tie the cooked leather shoulder armor. He found a few more rivets at random, and pressed the rivets into the edge of the shoulder armor with his strong strength, making a few concealed buckles.

Then Joyner put on the cloak with satisfaction, hid her red hair in the hood, and tilted her head to admire it for a long time.

The cloak was wide enough to hide most of her body, and some of the feminine features of her body seemed less conspicuous. At this moment, she transformed into a more down-to-earth "sand bandit".

After everything was ready, she jumped into the cab of the truck again and started the car immediately.

The heavy roar of the engine sounded, Joyner stepped on the accelerator lightly, the body of the giant steel beast trembled violently, roared and slowly drove out of that place.

She can roughly judge the direction and distance of the convoy from the route and speed of the bandits before. There are almost no identifying objects in the wilderness, but fortunately, there is still sunlight that has not changed for hundreds of millions of years, which can guide her in the sky.

According to her estimation, if she travels in the right direction, she should see the legendary human settlement—Hidden Sandcastle within two or three days.

The oil tanker was driving in the wilderness, Joyner kept thinking about her next move, but she didn't know what else she could expect in the future?

She made up her mind to dress up as a lone sand bandit or mercenary, release the prisoners after arriving at the hidden sandcastle, and then look for information there to see the situation.

The sun sinks into the horizon, and night is about to fall again.

Because there are no roads in the desolate wilderness, and there are many potholes, her speed is not fast. The various instrument panels on the car are completely out of order, and the pointer stays at the moment of breaking forever.

She estimated that she had been driving continuously for seven or eight hours, but she had only traveled less than 100 kilometers.

Seeing the afterglow of the setting sun gradually setting behind her, Joyner couldn't help feeling a little irritated. Afraid of getting lost, he drove for a while and then found a flat depression to stop the truck.

She saw some building wreckage on the barren **** not far away, which looked like a village that had been abandoned for a long time. Joyner didn't want to stay in the cab all the time, so she thought about it and was going to see if she could spend the night there and cook something to eat.

Along the way, she also saw several similar abandoned houses. It is estimated that the original owner was either robbed by sand bandits, killed, or forced to move out.

She glanced back, and the little boy looked drowsy.

Unlike others, the boy didn't say anything to himself along the way, neither crying nor struggling, as if he was used to it.

Joyner knew that he was just holding on with his will, not letting his eyelids close.

But after all, he is a child, and now he can't hold on any longer, and is about to fall asleep.

"Yeah, ah—!"

However, when Joyner was about to jump out of the car, the little boy suddenly woke up for some reason, opened his eyes, and shouted: "No! Don't go out! Don't go out at night!"

Joyner heard the movement~lightnovelpub.net~ turned around and tilted her head to look, only to see the little boy staring at the headlights with horror in his eyes.

"Well, did you finally speak?"

Joyna walked over and put her arm on the back of the chair, frowned, stared into his eyes curiously and asked, "You said just now that you don't go out at night? Why can't you go out at night?"

Joyner's figure was half hidden in the night, half illuminated by the floodlights of the headlights, and the brown-green cloak also turned black. When the little boy saw her, his expression suddenly became dull again, and he stopped talking.

"Hey, why, don't you want to talk to me?"

From his eyes, Joyner saw the loss of soul after extreme fear, and asked a few more casually, but there was still no response.

"Hmph - you can clearly speak...why are you dumb all of a sudden?"

"If you don't say anything else, I'll just throw you down!" Joyner glanced fiercely over, her face turned ferocious, and she was about to reach out her hand as she spoke.

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