The younger brother, who was holding a double-barreled gun, looked at Zhang Tie who was racing in with vigilance, and couldn't help but turn his head and ask his boss:
"Boss Raymond?"
The man wearing lace boots raised his hand to suppress the commotion, and quickly took out a revolver from his waist:
"People in front! Stop the car!"
He yelled to stop, and aimed the revolver in his hand at Zhang Tie, who was rushing forward.
His eyes were puzzled.
The big man in front of him who was driving toward him was wearing a black combat uniform.
The exquisite tailoring and styling of the combat uniforms make them look like elite troops.
Brand new off-road motorcycle, strong body...
Savage is impossible.
Food man or slave owner?
But...
Even the troops under the commander of the safe zone may not have such sophisticated equipment, right?
Although it seems to have no weapons, the combat uniform alone is eye-catching enough.
The man named Raymond stared intently at the oncoming motorcycle, not daring to move rashly for a moment.
There were only a few safe zones nearby, and this group of people looked extremely unfamiliar.
the most important is.
Very clean.
It's as clean as taking a shower every day.
You know, except for a few slave owners in the safe zone, even those who have food cannot go anywhere.
Unable to determine the origins of Lin An and others, he was not stupid enough to take action directly.
Three years after the disaster, class divisions have become extremely strict.
Slave-catching teams like my own only bully slaves and savages.
"Zhi!"
The motorcycle moved sideways, its wheels splashing gravel on the ground.
The strong man in front of him turned over and got out of the car with a cold expression.
Raymond breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the five people in front of him carefully.
Three men, one woman, and a savage.
The four people wearing combat uniforms looked like aristocratic elites from a powerful force.
but.
Brought a savage?
In the car.
Lin Ruolan didn't get out of the car, but stared at him and the entire slave-catching team with fierce eyes.
After seeing a disheveled and dirty woman sitting on the back seat of a motorcycle, Raymond's thoughts changed.
This team...
Probably four noble gentlemen going out to hunt game?
Those dirty and smelly savages are probably their prey?
After thinking of this, a smile appeared on his face:
"Several noble lords."
"Did you just come back from playing jungle in Tianji City?"
"Would you like to see the new stuff we just got?"
As he spoke, he took one step at a time, grabbed Dougou 77's hair, and forced the man to raise his head.
Kind introduction:
"What do you call this master? It seems to me that you don't have any slaves with you?"
When you see people, you talk about people, and when you see ghosts, you talk about ghosts.
Lehman, who was extremely cruel in front of the savages, behaved extremely "humblely" when he met the suspected noble.
Lehman's eyes flashed, and the younger brother behind him reacted quickly, secretly surrounding Lin An and others.
The gun barrel in his hand was pointed at them nonchalantly.
This is the wild, the edge of the safe zone.
Raymond's question was very clever.
The name can determine which safe zone Lin An and others come from.
Since the disaster, in order to show status and facilitate identification.
Everyone's name has been changed to safe zone + occupation + name.
Like him, Raymond, whose full name is Polaka Hound-Raymond.
therefore.
If the safe zone in the name of the group of people in front of me is far away from this, it is a safe zone with a general relationship.
Let him not mind "eating" this kind of running noble jungle team.
To ask whether they had brought slaves or not, they asked Lin An and others if there was a large army behind them.
For example, when ordinary slave owners go out to play, or nobles go out to play in the wild, they usually bring large troops to act as logistics.
There are no laws in the wilderness, and no bullshit morals.
sometimes.
It often happens that brainless rich people or nobles seeking excitement are caught and eaten by savages and slave-catching teams.
Especially noble ladies.
Thin skin and tender meat can fetch high prices on the black market!
Whether it is made into furniture or toilets, they are very popular.
Of course, good-looking men are also popular.
Dougou 77, whose head was held by Raymond's hand, was breathing rapidly and his chest was heaving.
He knelt on the ground with a desperate expression, not daring to move.
His scalp was grabbed and tilted back, and pain surged through his body.
Zhang Tie glanced coldly at Raymond, who forced a smile, and did not answer his question.
"How far is it from [Polaca]?"
"Is there a safe zone behind you?"
He did not answer Hound Lehman's words.
For a moment, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
The custom in the wilderness is to report your identity when you meet to prevent others from taking advantage of your own power.
Behind Lehman, the little man who first sneaked to one side secretly took out his treasured monocular telescope, and then took a closer look.
A moment later, he hurriedly slipped over from the back of the motorcade, looking excited.
Lehman noticed this detail and came back to his senses:
"Um, that."
"Sir, are you from the nearby safe zone?"
"There is indeed Polaka behind us. Are you here to participate in the auction?"
As he spoke, he looked greedily at the group of people in front of him.
Zhang Tie, who was the strongest, was regarded as the leader of the team.
In his eyes, Gao Tian is just a follower.
As for Lin An?
Such a handsome man...
If it were sold to the bed of a noble concubine in the city, who knows how crazy those fat women would be.
They will drain this pretty boy dry!
Of course, many aristocratic adults with special tastes will also like it very much.
I heard that the commander of the safe zone is also good at this.
And Mo Ling, whose eyes were slightly opened behind Lin An, was also quite good.
She is small and small, like a porcelain doll.
This kind of high-quality goods can be sold at high prices even after being made into dolls.
Lehman's lower abdomen felt hot, and he stared at Mo Ling's side face vaguely out of the corner of his eye, imagining in his mind.
Compared to the group of old women in the city whose skin was as wrinkled as donkey skin, the Mo Ling in front of her was simply fresh and delicious.
He couldn't help but wanted to hold the little head in his hands and play with it.
The little man holding a monocular got out from behind the pickup truck and pretended to have just gotten out of the car.
He pretended to scratch his crotch twice, signaling to the boss that there was no one behind this group of outsiders and they could start "doing it".
After confirming that there was no large force behind Lin An and others, Lehman enthusiastically introduced his products to delay time.
Inexplicable.
A sense of restlessness made him want to take action now.
No matter where the hell they came from, this group of people in front of me didn't look like the big forces nearby.
The equipment is luxurious, but there are no weapons.
It stands to reason that there is something wrong with these outsiders, so they need to test it a few times.
A reckless idiot cannot be the leader of a slave-catching team.
But today.
The moment he saw Lin An and others, his strong desire made him unable to control his reason.
Unexpectedly, after asking the question, the bald man suddenly took a step back, revealing his fair face with tender skin like an egg.
"Team Lin."
The strong man stepped back behind the pretty boy with a respectful expression, as if he was asking for instructions.
Before Lehman could say anything, Lin An seemed to raise his hand to suppress the bald man's next move, and then asked casually:
