Chapter 455 Dinner

A week later, Huaishi finally broke away from the core of the desert. After experiencing radiation dust, quicksand areas, and a desert that was completely cut off from all water sources and all plant supplies, he arrived at the southern edge of the desert.

In addition to more and more abandoned houses and mines along the way, what proved that he was about to return to the civilized world was the sound of engines outside the temporary tent at noon.

So high pitched and familiar.

Ling Huaishi opened her eyes from her sleep, got up sleepily, and opened the door curtain that she had made out of tinfoil.

In fact, except for the stall padded under the body, the entire frame of the temporary tent was made by Huai Shi with his captive hands and the metal reserves in his saddle bag.

In addition to the canvas, Huaishi also coated the tent with a layer of tin to block the wind. It looked weird and conspicuous under the sun.

Like a speck of mercury rolling on gravel.

Silver glitter.

After Huai Shi rubbed his eyes to see clearly, he saw several large off-road vehicles galloping from the far end, and... a fleet of boats chasing after them.

Yes, it's a fleet.

Huai Shi took out the telescope from her bag and looked at it intently. She saw the ships sailing rapidly on the sandy sea relying on the wind. Each one was about the size of a bus.

They are hung with black sails, and there seems to be an air cushion-like device under the hull.

There were also machine guns and other weapons set up on the bows of the ships. There were about four or five people on each ship, all of whom looked to be in tattered clothes and not like good people.

Now, sixteen black sails are chasing three off-road vehicles escaping into the desert. The two sides are constantly exchanging fire, and one can feel the friendly explosions one after another.

There is no doubt that the two sides are fighting and fighting.

But Huai Shi had no intention of getting involved at all.

This place is about 800 kilometers away from Canberra. It can be said that it is quite close to Huaishi's destination, so he is too lazy to make extraneous details.

Even when she sensed fear and murderous intent from those off-road vehicles, Huai Shi did not make any counterattack, but quietly stared at the Ascendant in the car through the telescope.

For a brief moment, the eyes of both parties met.

Looking at each other across the sea of ​​sand.

Immediately afterwards, the corners of the skinny old man's eyes twitched slightly and he looked away.

The off-road vehicle sped up, sped away, and quickly disappeared into the sea of ​​sand.

The black sailing fleet was chasing after them, but at the very end of the fleet, a small boat suddenly changed its direction and relied on the wind to speed towards Huaishi.

"It feels like something is going to happen."

The crow on the shoulder sighed: "You seem to be the kind of unlucky guy who will definitely get involved in any trouble."

"Who did this?"

Huai Shi couldn't help rolling her eyes, and raised her eyes to look at the black-sailed iron ship that was rapidly approaching.

I don't know whether they should be called hovercraft or sailing boats. The most eye-catching thing is probably the black sails they hang, right?

Just above the huge sail, a strange logo is outlined in white paint.

It seems to be an avatar.

If you look carefully, you can make out the face of a middle-aged man with disheveled hair and a crown of thorns. The painter was obviously very skilled, using only simple black and white colors and a few strokes to outline the essence of the face.

Looking at that face, it felt like facing an endless sea of ​​sand, which gave one a sudden feeling of insignificance and powerlessness.

Just by relying on his own portrait, he exerts soul-crushing pressure on the viewer.

If he were an ordinary person, he must be overcome by fear at this moment and unable to move, right?

"Do you know where it came from?" Huai Shi asked.

"Australia's largest Ascendant organization, the armed organization 'Sons of Desolation' founded by Australia's crowned 'Sand King'."

Crow briefly introduced: "Today, the largest warlord in Australia, the actual ruler of six cities and seventeen large settlements. All Australian Ascendants are proud to serve him.

In short, if they try to mess with you, you're going to be in a lot of trouble—"

When the crow introduced it, the black sail had already galloped over and stopped in front of Huai Shi with a beautiful drifting tail.

The dust and sand seemed to rise up in waves and fell on Huai Shi's body like rain.

A cigarette butt was thrown from above. On the bow of the boat, the young man wearing sunglasses stepped on the edge of the boat and looked down at it.

He was shirtless and was not afraid of being exposed to the scorching sun. He only wore a quick-response vest with a magazine hanging on his upper body. You could see the dense tattoos on his chest and neck.

He is an ascender.

Behind him, there were several capable men holding weapons. Following him, they looked at Huai Shi under the boat with serious eyes.

Huai Shi also looked up at them, maintaining a calm smile.

Even against the dazzling light of the sun, he never blinked.

"Your car is really nice." He nodded in appreciation.

Instead of seeing the expected cowering look, the man wearing sunglasses raised his eyebrows in surprise, raised his hand, took off the sunglasses on his face, and asked questions like an interrogation.

"Where did it come from?"

"Dongxia." Huaishi replied in Latin: "I am not your enemy, and I will not hinder your actions at all. I hope you won't be too nervous."

nervous?

Several people on the boat looked at each other, as if they had heard a ridiculous joke, and suddenly laughed mockingly.

At this time, who should be nervous, them or the unknown person in front of them?

The tattooed sublimator who originally wore sunglasses opened his mouth and spat the chewing gum at Huai Shi's feet. His smile gradually turned cold: "Be honest, let me ask you where you came from? Why are you here? What is your purpose?"

"I probably understand."

Huai Shi thought for a while and replied: "I set out from Darwin and planned to go to Canberra. As for the purpose, does traveling count?"

"..."

The sublimated person wearing sunglasses was stunned for a moment, and then became more and more indifferent: "Are you kidding me, kid? Do you want to tell me that you came here alone across the desert?"

"Isn't that what traveling is like?" Huai Shi shrugged: "It's a bit hard, but it's quite a sense of accomplishment."

There was a click.

There was the sound of a gun being loaded.

On the boat, several people had raised their weapons and pointed them at the young man in front of them.

"The next time you lie, you'd better pick a good excuse, kid." The sublimator said indifferently: "A week ago, the radiation storm just washed the entire inner desert of Australia...except for the fifth-level sublimator. , no one can come out of it alive."

"Well, you don't actually need that high a level."

Huai Shi shook his head and sighed: "Besides, I know that there is more than one person who can sneak out of it - I said, can you put down the gun first? I am quite nervous about such a conversation.

Calm down first. I need to take something out of my pocket, okay? "

As he spoke, he slowly raised his hand and put it into the saddle bag, but the tattooed sublime instantly pulled out his pistol and put it against Huai Shi's forehead.

"do not move!"

"All right……"

Huai Shi sighed, "I can't move. Can you help me get it to the head office? My ID is in my bag. You must give me a chance to prove my origins, right?"

Trust me, I don't want to get in trouble, and I think you don't either. "

"..."

The sunglasses sublimator was silent for a moment, took a step back, put away his gun, and waved his hand behind him.

Soon, someone jumped out of the boat and searched Huai Shi's body. After finding no weapons, they reached out and touched Huai Shi's bag.

Soon, he pulled out an incomplete and heavy long sword...

As if he had been stung by a scorpion, the man who was searching him screamed and let go of his hand. The sword fell to the ground, and a burn mark appeared on his palm.

In an instant, long guns and short cannons were aimed at Huai Shi's face, with murderous intent.

"You picked it up by mistake." Huai Shi sighed and explained helplessly: "The equipment is bound, do you understand? Only I can use this sword... Can I trouble you to pick it up again?"

The searcher was furious and put his gun on Huai Shi's forehead.

Then, he saw Huai Shi raise her eyes, look at his face, and tell him: "Take it again, hurry up."

There was no trace of wavering or panic in such a calm expression. Instead, it was like giving an order that could not be disobeyed, urging him not to waste time.

Do as I say.

This is for your own good.

The person who searched him swallowed and looked at his captain. Seeing the change in his expression, he quickly glanced at him. Finally mustering up the courage, he swallowed and stretched out his hand again.

This time, under the guidance of Huai Shi, he finally succeeded.

He took out the ID card on the outside of his backpack.

Then, I saw the black leather cover, with the logo from the Astronomical Society shining brightly.

The searcher's hand trembled, as if he had been stung by a scorpion again, and he dropped the document on the ground.

The atmosphere became cold again, and someone raised the muzzle of a gun, but the person who searched him screamed: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I'm fine!"

The atmosphere froze for a brief moment.

Soon, after clearly seeing the mark on the ID, a chill ran down everyone's spines despite being exposed to the brutal sunshine.

shudder.

Especially after the certificate that fell on the ground was finally slowly unfolded, showing them the identities of the registered military attache and inspector of the Astronomical Society.

Everyone froze, understanding what they had just done.

Cold sweat quickly broke out on his back.

No one is so stupid as to think that this place is far away and desolate, and they act like the little bastard in front of them. As long as everyone keeps it secret, no one will know...

If within the scope of the Wuchang's sovereignty, the Astronomical Society would take the initiative to curb its behavior, then outside the scope of the Wuchang, the Astronomical Society would be a behemoth that would make any person or organization afraid of it.

Even if it was just an insignificant second-level ascendant member, if he really died in their hands, then the entire Sons of Desolation would have to pay a heavy price for the Astronomical Society's thunderous wrath.

Besides, it’s not certain who will die...

The tattooed sublimator swallowed, looked down at Huai Shi's ID, and then looked at the young man's face.

incredible.

"Could it be fake?" Someone behind him asked doubtfully.

Immediately, without waiting for Huai Shi's reply, the Ascended One turned around, raised his hand and slapped the fool, almost knocking his head off his neck.

"What are you still doing?" He shouted angrily at his subordinates: "Put down the gun!"

All the long guns and short cannons were put away as if by magic. It's simply amazing their miraculous hand speed.

The sublime tattooist had already bent down and picked up the long sword from the ground. Regardless of the constant squeaking in his hands, he bowed down respectfully and held it up with both hands.

"I apologize for the offense I just caused, sir."

Without any regard for dignity, he knelt on the ground: "Please forgive us for our offense."

In the silence that made everyone sweat, Huai Shi lowered her head and looked at his terrified look.

After a long time, he suddenly laughed.

"Just like what I just said -" He reached out, picked up the Sword of Virtue, put it back into his saddle bag, and suddenly said: "Your car is really good, isn't it?"

This time there was no need for the leader to issue an order. Everyone jumped out of the car without saying a word. The driver handed over the key, for fear that he would not accept it.

Didn't even take down the water or food.

Huai Shi scratched his head and looked at the strange vehicle in front of him that he had never seen before, "I can't drive it even if you give it to me."

"Then it's up to me." The tattooed sublimator lowered his head: "Where are you going?"

"Canberra." Huaishi replied: "How long will it take?"

"Four...no, three hours is enough!"

"What are you waiting for?"

Huai Shi turned around and neatly packed up the tent, stuffed it back into her bag, walked to the boat, found a more comfortable chair and sat down: "Hurry and set off."

Soon, regardless of the confused questions of his companions on the radio, the black-sailed steamboat, driven by the Tattooed Ascensionist himself, turned around and sped out in the direction it came from.

The distance of hundreds of kilometers took only two and a half hours.

Three hours later, Huai Shi was already sitting in the most luxurious hotel in Canberra, having exclusive access to the presidential suite.

Five minutes later, the hotel's intercom rang.

The waiter asked him respectfully: Mr. Sand King, a member of the Canberra City Hall and the leader of the Sons of Desolation, has specially booked the revolving restaurant on the top floor today. Would you be honored to have dinner with you?

Huaishi scratched his head.

I feel like my original plan of pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger has gone astray...

Something seems wrong with this plot?

Sorry, I feel a little sick to my stomach, so I will update it temporarily today.