After the capture team had parked their cars, they were ready to leave.
The wilderness outside the town was different from the road from Azure Dragon City to the city.
Its road was maintained by the city at a high cost every year.
But what about outside the town?
Sorry, there was only one group of people fighting for their lives in the town.
Did you want to build a road?
They didn't have the ability.
Haman looked at the map in the short leader's hand.
He finally got a glimpse of the outside world.
The whole map was centerd around Azure Dragon City.
There were two towns around it, scattered in the wilderness.
The towns surrounded azure Dragon City, and it was the safest place.
No wonder these soldiers with guns didn't seem to have a strong fighting force, just like two strong adults in this market town.
One lived by mining, while the other lived by hunting.
Both were unarmed, and their fighting strength was vastly different.
It was the result of different environments.
When the team left, the refugees who were hiding in their homes came out again.
Seeing them walk out of the town, no one said a word.
There was no expression on their faces. There was no joy, no sadness.
The cruel life had long numbed these people.
If they did not want to see these people from the city, they might not even look at them.
"Haman, you have bad popularity in the town since not even a single person wants to see you off."
The person who spoke was a burly man with a full beard.
He had not seen him last time. It should be the workforce that had been replenished after this round of renovations.
Just now, while they were chatting, Haman heard his name, Yuri.
Haman took out a small notebook. "I will remember these words."
"Don't speak!" The short man said. "The market town is not like the city. Every time you go out, you might not be able to return. Why would there be someone to send you off?"
Haman glanced at the short guy Mankiw and didn't expect him to say like this.
It seemed that he had some understanding of the town.
As they were living in the town, no one knew what would happen unexpectedly.
Therefore, they usually didn't invest too much emotion in other people.
As soon as they walked out of the town, they entered a withered yellow world.
These were the withered grass that was not afraid of acid rain.
Even if this withered grass were burnt out, it would grow back to the height of half a person after one week.
After experiencing a few times of burnings, the people in the town also gave up.
This withered grass looked dead, and there was indeed no moisture in the leaves.
As long as they were lightly twisted with their hands, they would be crushed into powder.
But no matter what, this withered grass would not disappear.
"You, carry these things on your back." The one who spoke was Cole, another man holding a gun.
A big backpack was thrown in front of Haman.
Haman did not refute. After all, there was no need to argue with a dead person.
Ever since he walked out of the outermost fence of the town, Haman's nerves had become tense.
Danger could appear in the wilderness at any time.
And among the people in front of him, nearly half of them had relaxed.
Presumably, it was because when he was in the town, he was somewhat nervous under the numb gazes of the refugees.
Before he left, Haman was still a little reluctant. No matter how wrong this place was, it was still his home all these years.
Sometimes life was like this. A little choice would bring about a completely different result.
As long as you stepped into a rolling river, there was no way back.
"Isn't he a mutated human? Don't we lack a person who can fight since he's carrying so many things on his back?"
The person who spoke had a black scarf tied to his head. There were severe dark circles around his eyes. His name was Damon.
Cole smiled and said, "So what if he's a mutated human? I've already killed countless mutated humans with this gun."
Looking at the gun in Cole's hand, to be honest, Haman didn't feel any threat.
Haman's experience in the wilderness had trained him to sense whether a person was a threat or not clearly.
In this team, only the short man Mankiw could give him some pressure.
Other than that, Haman's danger perception had never appeared.
But from Cole's words, Haman could know some things.
First of all, the gun in his hand could indeed hurt mutated humans.
Secondly, there should be a lot of mutated humans in the city.
"It would be fine if he is just a guide, but if he wants to do something out of line, don't blame me for shooting him with this gun in my hand!"
Hearing Cole's words, Haman felt still calm for some reason.
"Are all the soldiers in the city at this level?"
Haman was a little puzzled.
He raised his head and looked at Mankiw.
Mankiw seemed to have felt it.
He immediately turned around and looked at him.
As if he knew what Haman was thinking, he said calmly.
"They followed us for a reason."
After Mankiw said this, he turned around and continued to walk forward.
He did not hide his words at all. Not only Haman, but everyone else heard it.
Cole, who was still bragging, instantly quieted down.
It was prolonged to walk in the wilderness, especially when these soldiers were not well-mannered.
It was already noon; Haman and the others had only walked fifteen kilometres outside of the town.
It was not even out of Haman's usual hunting range.
The 20 kilometres away from the town would be even more difficult because it already had few people.
Although Haman was carrying a large backpack, it was effortless for him to keep up with the speed of these people.
He was even in the mood to wonder what was inside the backpack and why it was so heavy.
If Haman had not become a mutated human, it would have been difficult for him to carry it.
He reached into his backpack and felt a completely different feeling.
It was plastic. Haman had seen a lot of it in the wilderness.
There seemed to be bags of plastic in the backpack.
Taking out one bag from the backpack, Haman was pleasantly surprised to find a bag of cookies.
In market town, cookies were rare.
A baked potato was enough for one person. And it only cost six dollars.
But one bag of biscuits could also do, but it cost sixty dollars.
It was priced but not marketed.
Because in the market town other than it was available in the grocery stores.
"Alright, there's going to be a sunburn soon. Find a place to rest," Mankiw said with a cold face.
Cole immediately went up to him and asked in a fawning manner, "What about some cigarettes?"
Mankiw glanced at him. "Ok, one first."
Cole came in front of Haman and was about to take something from inside.
However, he turned his head and was shocked.
"Come on, Haman, what are you doing?"
Haman looked at Cole. "Don't be so surprised. I didn't do anything! BURP!"
H was a little stuffed; Haman patted his stomach and stretched his body. He then stuffed the cookie in his hand into his shirt.