"Captain Lin, where should we go first? Do you want to send a message to that boy from Tyr?"
"If he knew you were coming, he would probably be excited to death."
Standing behind Lin An, Xiong Hanzi glanced at the surrounding scenery and then gnawed on the chicken drumsticks without interest.
Like Lin An, he had disguised himself under Milai's scalpel.
Lin An turned into a young man with a handsome face who looked like a mixed race, thus maximizing the misjudgment of his identity.
And he turned into a burly man with thick hair.
Zhang Tie touched his newly grown "hair" and felt uncomfortable all over.
"Go directly to church."
"Don't call me Captain Lin in front of outsiders. If you have anything to say, tell me on the team channel."
"As for Tyr, there is no need to look for him for the time being."
After a brief warning, Lin An could only explain helplessly to Xiong Hanzi's careless character.
Since you have chosen to disguise your identity, you have to pay attention to the details.
Otherwise, I can only meet one survivor and silence one.
There is no need to increase the number of killings except at critical moments.
Telling Thiel that he was here would be tantamount to exposing his whereabouts. Lin An had no intention of contacting Thiel before leaving Soviet Russia.
Before leaving, just make a small sum if you have the chance.
Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't knock it. After all, in the Soviet-Russian war zone now, the poor can run away with mice.
"Okay!"
Leaving behind the gnawed chicken legs, Xiong Hanzi burped with satisfaction, but there was a little regret in his eyes.
He loves to make friendly contacts with other survivors. Following Team Lin, he always feels great.
Smacking his lips and rubbing his head habitually, Zhang Tieweng asked angrily:
"Then Captain Lin, how should we get there?"
"Are you driving? I'm looking at the map here. It seems like it's thousands of kilometers away from that damn place."
"This must not be open for days or nights."
"If you ask me, let that boy Yuntian work harder and get us to our destination."
Just as Xiong Hanzi finished speaking, Lin An chuckled:
"The psychic fighter cannot last that long. Yuntian will have to repair it when he returns."
"How do we get there?"
"Just drive the transport ship."
After saying that, Zhang Tie looked at Lin An's casual expression. He was stunned for a moment, then stared at Lin An's right hand with some suspicion:
"Transport ship?"
"Captain Lin, is your ring that big? I remember the last time I looked through your ring, it was full of weapons and shells. I didn't even have room to put something to eat."
Facing Zhang Tie's doubts, Lin An just shook his head slightly.
With Zhang Tie's little mind, I probably couldn't imagine what he would do.
Without explaining much, he just said calmly:
"Just trade directly."
After saying that, Lin An waved his right hand, and the next second, with a flash of white light, he directly initiated a transaction request to Long An.
"Bang!"
A moment later, a "tourist transport ship" about seventeen meters long suddenly appeared in front of us.
Driving a car is unrealistic, and trading fuel for fighter jets is a problem. In addition, except for the experimental version of the psionic fighter, other more sophisticated fighters can barely be used with psionic technology, but it is obviously not suitable for long-term attacks.
The problem, that is, disintegration in the air.
Lin An had already thought about what to do about this.
The "tourist boat" in the secret world has a rough skin and is resistant to grass, so it is perfect.
The ground was sunken, and Xiong Hanzi couldn't help but be a little surprised when he looked at the brand-new transport plane that appeared in front of him.
It took him a few seconds to realize what was going on.
"Damn it, Captain Lin."
"Can this trading function still work like this!?"
He was amazed, touching the thick metal shell of the transport ship, and for a moment he couldn't help but think of what he had experienced in the secret realm.
At the beginning, this thing required ascetics to be used as human cannonballs to defeat it.
Looking at the transport plane in front of him, Lin An smiled and said nothing, then directly opened the cabin and got into the driver's seat.
It's normal for Xiong Hanzi to be surprised.
It is actually not difficult to think of using the transaction function to transfer materials.
The difficulty is that no one is willing to play like this.
The cost of cross-region transactions and cross-region teleportation is so high that ordinary awakened people are simply speechless.
Taking the Soviet-Russian war zone as an example, the transport plane that Lin An "sold" to them, the price of the transport plane alone was enough to make a third-level person want to sell himself into slavery.
Looking around the world, Lin An is probably the only one who can ignore these costs just for convenience.
If other war zone leaders saw it, I'm afraid they would secretly curse at the rich man, who has so much "money" that there is no place to burn it.
With the engine roaring, the transport ship slowly took off.
Sitting in the cabin, Lin An was concentrating on two things, thinking about the route while running the power of catastrophe.
From the first time he mastered the power of catastrophe to now, his strengthening techniques have become more and more proficient.
It is expected that in one month, with the addition of the Star Caller suit, his attributes will be increased by an additional 23 points.
This is an incredible thing for any level three.
As his attributes are improved to bring more spiritual power and control, his strength will explode directly after passing the early improvement stage.
As he reaches the later stage, his strength will become more terrifying, and the speed of strengthening will increase exponentially, until even he can't imagine it.
With a hint of expectation for the future, Lin An looked at the ground beneath his feet.
As the clouds passed by, patches of bluish-white vegetation covered the permafrost layer with Soviet-Russian characteristics.
The rocks are rugged, and at a rough glance it looks like an endless plain.
As the junction of Outer Mongolia and Soviet Russia, this place looks very desolate compared to the Chinese War Zone. Looking around, the nearest human buildings are also at the end of the horizon.
The land is vast and sparsely populated, and correspondingly, the number of zombies is also much smaller.
Withdrawing his gaze, Lin An quickly locked a direction based on the map in the intelligence.
East-west direction, Stormpike safe zone, medium size.
On the map, near the safe zone represented by blue, there are two heads and three levels wandering around, as well as a location with suspected blue equipment.
First go to the safe area to accept the war zone mission, and then upgrade to the third level of advanced level by killing the mutants, and then go to the Death Suit copy.
In this way, efficiency is maximized.
With the target determined, the modified blood corpse transport aircraft accelerated forward after a burst of shaking.
