"Hey, you little guy, I really can't do anything to you!"
Uncle Jim sighed. He had always felt helpless about Morris's habit of "picking up people."
Over the course of several years, this kid "picked up" more than a dozen unidentified injured homeless people. Some died soon after being picked up, some chose to leave after recovering, and some just...
remained in their ranks.
Including Jim himself, he was actually picked up by Morris. Later, after his injury recovered, he stayed and became everyone's trusted Uncle Jim.
Therefore, Uncle Jim really had no way to stop Morris's habit of picking up people. In many cases, he was responsible for helping Morris bring the people he "picked up" back to his place of residence.
As for whether the other party is dangerous, Uncle Jim never needs to worry, because he is confident enough to ensure that his companion will not be harmed.
However, the unconscious man in front of him made Uncle Jim feel a little uneasy, and he subconsciously wanted to reject Morris' request.
"The situation is dangerous now, we can't..."
When Uncle Jim said this, he happened to see Morris looking for help. Finally, his heart softened. He inserted the machete in his hand into the scabbard and reached out to try to pick up the man lying on the ground.
But when he grabbed the man's body and prepared to pull him up, he found that the man seemed to be growing on the ground and could not move at all!
"Damn it, is this guy a robot? Why is it so heavy?"
Uncle Jim was shocked. If the other party was a robot, he would definitely not be able to take it back. Otherwise, it would most likely bring danger to his companions.
However, when he saw the man's broken flesh and bones and the white bones, he immediately made a judgment that this was definitely a normal human being with flesh and blood!
"Maurice, we can't take him away because I can't move him!"
Uncle Jim shook his head helplessly and reached out to grab Morris' arm, trying to take him away from here.
Morris also saw the scene just now and stood up unwillingly. He understood that the current situation was very dangerous. If they were caught in the destructive storm, none of them would survive!
Although he has only seen the Destruction Storm from a distance, Morris is very clear about its horror. Those dark clouds composed of countless micro-robots will refine and break down all recyclable materials, then hit and store them, and continue
Produce new micro-robots!
Fortunately, they have always been active near garbage mountains. Every time new garbage is dumped, a dark cloud of micro-robots will appear and collect the various resources they need from the garbage.
After being collected by these micro-robots, almost all garbage will be cut and decomposed, become riddled with holes, and even turn into powder, making it impossible to continue using it!
It is for this reason that the indigenous people will try to find some complete items that are still usable from the garbage mountain before the emergence of micro-robots to make the tools they need.
However, when the micro-robot is working, there must be no living creatures around the garbage mountain, otherwise the micro-robot will regard it as part of the garbage and cut it up without hesitation!
That's why the indigenous people will try their best to escape from the area where the garbage mountain is located when a terrifying storm comes, to avoid being completely swallowed up by it.
The only reason is that this unconscious guy was so unlucky that he passed out on the garbage mountain and couldn't move it at all!
"Okay Uncle Jim, let's leave quickly!"
Quickly standing up, Morris put the bag containing groceries on his back and was about to leave.
But at this moment, he felt his calf being grabbed by someone, like an iron pliers, and then he saw Uncle Jim pull out the machete with a nervous look on his face, staring at Morris's back.
"Let him go, or I'll kill you!"
As Uncle Jim's roar rang out, Morris turned around nervously and looked at the unconscious man just now.
A pair of eyes that were clear and calm, but seemed to be able to see through everything, looked at Morris like this, causing his body to tremble slightly.
"Please help me get out of here, thank you!"
After the man finished saying this, he squeezed his palm fiercely, and then Morris saw a faint light flashing from his hand, and a strange power seemed to appear at the same time.
Morris subconsciously ran forward two steps, but he felt as if something light was hanging on his leg. Then he realized that all his companions were looking at him blankly.
Behind the transparent lenses, there are eyes full of horror!
"Damn, what's going on?"
Uncle Jim roared, rushed to Morris's side, and pulled hard on his calf twice.
Morris leaned over to look curiously, only to find that the man who seemed as heavy as a piece of iron just now seemed to be floating in a light shape, constantly swaying with his footsteps.
However, after a brief period of awakening, the man fell into coma again.
Seeing that Uncle Jim was unable to pull away the unconscious man's hand and was trying to lift the machete in his hand, Morris quickly shouted: "Uncle Jim, you can't do this!"
"Since he asked us for help and it's not as heavy as before, how about we take him away?"
"No, don't you see how abnormal this guy is? God knows what kind of monster he is?"
Uncle Jim had a determined look on his face, and regardless of Morris's dissuasion, he raised the machete in his hand again and swung it hard at the man's arm.
"Bang!"
The machete fell directly on the man's arm, but there was no scene of blood splattering. Instead, the machete was directly bounced away by the huge force and landed on a garbage pile more than ten meters away.
A companion quickly ran forward to pick up the machete, only to find that the blade on it had been rolled back and the damage was quite serious!
Because of the extreme scarcity of metal, Uncle Jim cherished this machete very much. When he saw that his weapon was damaged, he immediately felt distressed and the corners of his mouth twitched.
Morris was also startled just now, but when he saw the machete flew out but the man's arm was not damaged at all, he breathed a long sigh of relief and said to Uncle Jim: "Uncle Jim, since you can't get rid of him
, we can only take him back temporarily and then consider other things!"
"Besides, this person is very mysterious and must be very capable. If he can help us in order to repay his kindness, maybe we can live a better life!"
Seeing Morris' resolute look, Uncle Jim could only sigh helplessly and ask everyone to leave here as soon as possible, because the terrifying storm was coming.
As for Morris, who was running at the back of the team, he looked extremely weird at the moment, because a man who looked like a balloon was grabbing his calf with one arm, and it was still swaying with the bumps of running!