Abnormal Doomsday Records

Chapter 6 06. Brother Jie, don’t do that!!!
"You, you, you! Take that damn thing away from me!"

Old Taf, who was standing nearby, witnessed the whole process of Zhou Ke using a strange method to activate the black device on his left arm. After the thing made a sound, the lame old man seemed to have seen a monster, and he grabbed A Miao beside him and jumped away like a three-legged toad.

He screamed at Zhou Ke:
"Throw it away! No, smash it! Quick, before it rebels, before it blows your head off, before it lures the mad killing machine from Rustburg!"

"Why are you panicking? Shut up! I'm thinking."

Zhou Ke was also in a daze at this time. He turned around and yelled at Old Taf.

He learned from others that there seemed to be an "infectious disease" in the Badlands that specifically targeted smart devices. The locals called it "awakening disease." If a smart device was activated in a place where there was no smart firewall entity set up by the Acholi Consortium, the device would most likely be infected with the virus.

According to Old Taf's description, smart devices may go out of control after being infected, and will also transmit location information to a rebellious mechanical base called "Rust Castle", calling on their real "old friends" to pick them up and "join the group".

This kind of thing that can give intelligent machines autonomous consciousness by simply infecting them with a virus sounds a bit fantasy, but considering that even more fantasy things are hanging high in the night sky above Zhou Ke's head, it doesn't seem impossible for a similar virus to appear in this world where demons are obviously running rampant.

Zhou Ke quickly accepted this setting and began to fiddle with the strange device in his hand.

The operation is very simple, and it is quite comfortable to touch with fingers. However, more than 90% of the functions in the menu bar that is opened are unavailable. Important functions including the self-defense module, construction module, and medical module all show "external plug-in missing". The only ones that can be activated are the reconnaissance module and the humanized response function.

The two gadgets are still in "low-power operation" because the database of this personal intelligent assistant calling itself "Wuneng" is currently in a "locked" state.

Zhou Ke tried to unlock it, but a big error message "Key adaptation required" popped up.

"Well, a pretty crippled AI."

He was a little disappointed, so he tapped the screen of the device and said with a straight face:

"So, I activated you at the risk of having my head blown off by you, but what kind of help can you bring to me?"

"."

A string of ellipsis appeared on the screen of the energy-comprehension device, probably because the guy was "thinking". After a few seconds, the awesome mechanical sound just now sounded again, this time with a bit of flattery.

it says:

"How about I sing a song for you to liven up the atmosphere?"

"Okay, give me one."

Zhou Ke shrugged and agreed to this flattering request. The next second, a melodious serenade sounded from the sophisticated device on his arm.

The sound quality is excellent and the original sound is retained. If you don’t subscribe to 17 or 18 vinyl and red record memberships, you won’t be able to hear this quality on other platforms.

He turned around, did a cool Latin dance step under the eerie purple moonlight, bowed to the horrified old Taf behind him, and said:
"Calm down. Look, this thing is just a music player. It's stupid as hell. It's not a smart thing. It won't betray you."

"This machine protests, this machine is not"

"Shut up!"

"Ow."

Listening to the melodious music surrounding the shabby tavern, Old Taff raised his eyebrows, then said in doubt:
"Oh, it's a music player. Why didn't you tell me earlier? I thought it was something dangerous. Well, look at how messy I am. I won't keep you here. Why are you running around so late at night?

Go back and rest quickly!
You will set out tomorrow to die, to fulfill your sacred duty as a fighter."

After saying that, Boss Taft waved his hands as if he was chasing away the plague god and told Zhou Ke to leave quickly.

But the next moment, Zhou Ke came to Old Taff with tap dance steps, put his hand on the tavern owner's shoulder, and whispered to him like a good brother:

"We are friends who have risked our lives for each other, Boss Taft. I even crippled the victim for the sake of your third leg. With such a deep friendship, you, an old yellow-haired guy, are unlikely to spread the matter around, right?"

"No, of course not. Come to think of it, what exactly happened just now?"

Old Taft showed a clear and stupid look in his eyes and said:

"I was just looking at that bitch Ah Miao's chest. It's late at night and I'm so horny. How can I have the mind to look at other things? Is there anything in the world that is more beautiful than a woman's breasts?"

"Good, good, good, this is a good quality for a man. I like it."

Zhou Ke smiled and turned to leave, but after a few steps he came back and said to Boss Taft who was wiping his cold sweat:
"Do you have any bullets left? I want good bullets that are suitable for Wolverines, not the dangerous stuff made by Wastelanders that will explode. Give me more."

"You ride on the horse"

Old Taf now really lives in Bengbu.

This bastard just grabbed him and grabbed him, but Zhou Ke took out a roll of consortium coins from his arms and stuffed it into his hand, sighing and saying:
"Don't look at it, it's really gone, this is the last bit."

"Tsk, poor bastard."

Boss Taft curled his lips in disdain and pointed under his truck.

Zhou Ke bent down and grabbed a wooden box. When he opened it, he saw not only boxes of bullets, but also a medical kit and a box full of energy bars.

Just by looking at the nice packaging, you can tell that this is a good thing produced in the City-State District.

"The money you gave is only enough for these supplies."

Old Taf sat back in the truck and continued to enjoy Ah Miao's shoulder massage service. He looked like Huang Shiren + Grandet Promax, counting the consortium coins in his hand with his saliva-stained fingers. He said without raising his head:

"I haven't settled the score with you for those two good guns yet. You owe me fifty thousand dollars now. If you survive and come back, my tavern is in need of a doorman. You can pay me back by working for me for ten years."

"Okay, okay, in these few hours, I have received three offers in a row. It turns out that talented people are popular everywhere."

Zhou Ke grinned, waved to Boss Taft while holding the supply line, and said:

"Then wait until I come back, and remember to pray for me when you can still get hard on Ah Miao."

After saying that, he disappeared leisurely on the road leading to the town to the accompaniment of the distorted Symphony of Fate. After he left, Boss Taft breathed a sigh of relief.

He has met many people, but Zhou Ke is an "oddity".

Old Taff can see through the rough minds of the wastelanders, but he cannot see through Zhou Ke's thoughts and doesn't know what this guy will do in the next second, which is why he tries hard to maintain a good relationship with Zhou Ke.

A guy who can change his face at any time and has a gun in his hand
I can't afford it.

Of course, another important reason was that this guy actually came to settle the debt.

Although the money given is not much, all businessmen like this kind of trustworthy guy, especially compared with other unreliable bastards in the evil land. This quality, which is particularly valuable in the apocalypse, is even more satisfying.

"You, Zhou Ke, really make me happy."

Old Taf smiled, then pinched Ah Miu's butt hard and whispered:
"You didn't see anything just now, do you understand?"
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The next morning, after a good sleep, Zhou Ke got up from his "container hotel", washed himself with rough cleaning tools, and then took his little belongings to the "gunman canteen" to eat. In fact, it was just a group of people eating energy bars in the yard.

However, as Mayor Qiao Can's "private soldiers", the gunmen had buns or dumplings for three meals a day, which was considered an extra meal benefit. The shameless Zhou Ke mixed in with the private soldiers and received four hot buns from the mayor's cook.

The yellow skin indicates that it might be cornmeal, but a smell tells you that this flour should also be the "technology and hard work" from the bad land. As for the meat in the buns, it tastes like beef, which reminds Zhou Ke of the two-headed cow that old Taf used to pull the cart.

It seems that the weird evil camel beast, in addition to being hardworking and enduring, also has to shoulder the responsibility of being a "food".

While chewing a bun, he looked around and soon noticed the defense machines in the yard that were shut down during the day to deploy solar panels for charging. The rusty things were in human form with four heavy machine guns mounted on them. They were quite intimidating, but the graffiti all over them gave them a kind of "artificially stupid" beauty.

He guessed that this thing should be operated by humans and was not an intelligent weapon, otherwise it would have rebelled long ago.

After getting closer and taking advantage of the fact that others were not paying attention, Zhou Ke used the energy device on his left arm to scan the machine in front of him, and the conclusion he came to was consistent with what he imagined.

"Low-intensity defensive weapon unit, no intelligence, extremely poorly maintained, at least ten years past the scrapping deadline, worthless, recommended to be fed to the crusher."

Well, Brother Wuneng’s sharp comments are as sharp as ever.

"Zhou Ke, come here and get your things. We will be leaving soon."

The shout of the gunner captain Qiao Shan came from a distance, which made Zhou Ke turn around and put on a squinting smile. He carried his things and followed Qiao Shan to leave the mayor's courtyard.

In another yard not far away, a caravan of villains was already ready. Eight two-headed oxen were pulling a fully loaded truck, there were three modified motorcycles that even my mother didn't recognize, and a "supply RV" modified from a heavy three-wheeled motorcycle.

Putting aside other things, Zhou Ke was impressed by the ability of these wastelanders to modify motorcycles. The Barat tactical manned motorcycle was just low-level stuff compared to these "wasteland technologies" in front of him. Have you ever seen machine gun slots installed on the front, back and sides of a three-wheeled motorcycle?
This is totally a "fire assault type all-weather weapon platform three-wheeler"!

Such a well-armed caravan also made Zhou Ke realize the miserable living conditions of the merchants in the Badlands every day. It turned out that this "hot land" would not give birth to cowardly souls.

Just as he was watching the fun, Mayor Qiao Can also appeared with his lovely daughter. To be honest, when he saw Miss Qiao Ya, Zhou Ke almost thought he had mistakenly entered a movie set.

Hey, girl, your exquisite style is totally different from those rough guys around you! Is it possible that Mayor Joe's genes could give birth to a beautiful girl like you?
What a fuss!

But even though he complained, Zhou Ke did not approach him to start a conversation.

On the one hand, he didn't want to cause trouble.

On the other hand, the guard beside Qiao Ya, the ruthless guy called "Boss Ohm" by others was staring at him coldly.

If Zhou Ke remembered correctly, it was this guy who almost kicked his brain that night. It is said that he is a strong man in the "sublimation state".

Hmm, it seems to be a power system unique to the Badlands.

"Stop looking and come help!"

Qiao Shan shouted at the side, and Zhou Ke turned around and saw four or five fully armed gunmen dragging a cage with rollers at the bottom into the yard with chains. He went up to help, and saw a long-haired man lying in the cage, almost naked and wearing only shorts.

Locked in a heavy iron cage, handcuffed and shackled, this posture alone shows how dangerous this man is.

"Who is this?"

Zhou Ke asked, Qiao Shan snorted and said:
"Your colleague, one of the fighters in Slag Town. Don't ask too much. I don't know his identity. He was picked up a few months ago. He is a biochemical warrior with a burned brain."

"Ah? Isn't this your colleague?"

Zhou Ke raised his eyebrows and said:
"Brain burnout means out of control?"

"Yes, it's still the kind of personality breakdown that is hopeless."

Qiao Shan himself was a biochemical warrior who had been strengthened many times, so he naturally knew the dangers of his line of work. He looked at the sleeping guy in the cage and said in a low voice with some grief:
"In order to gain powerful physical strength, biochemical warriors must regularly inject gene-enhancing drugs and take a lot of drugs to stabilize their emotions. We must draw the will to fight from anger, just like the 'berserkers' recorded in the old civilization.

For us, physical injuries are nothing, but if emotions are out of control or even personality collapses, then we can no longer be called human beings.

Our bodies will be dominated by shattered and uncontrollable emotions, living like wild beasts.

Master Ohm has been teaching me meditation, which is an effective way to control emotions. It's a pity that this poor guy will never have the chance to learn it.

He's done.

Just like a piece of wood, when it finally burns, it will always die in a battle that it has started. "

"So you guys just took advantage of me, right?"

Zhou Ke asked with narrowed eyes, but Qiao Shan did not answer. As the next mayor, he thought it was reasonable to exchange a crazy biochemical warrior he picked up for the lives of the people in the town.

"what is his name?"

Zhou Ke asked again, and Qiao Shan said:

"Ajie, don't look at me like that. How can he talk when he's crazy? When we picked him up, he kept mumbling the word 'jie', so everyone called him that. Come on, help push the box onto the cart.

Don't worry, Applejack has been given an anesthetic and he will sleep all the way to the End Castle."

The gunmen shouted as they pushed the cage onto the cart, but a clumsy guy accidentally touched the cage while taking out the chain, causing a harsh sound.

He didn't think it was a big deal, but he didn't notice that the noise startled the "beast", and by the time others noticed it, it was too late.

With a loud bang, "Ajie" who was sleeping in the cage roared and punched the iron cage. The iron bars as thick as bottle mouths were broken. The poor gunman only had time to scream before Ajie grabbed his neck. As Zhou Ke stared at him with wide eyes, the muscles in his arms bulged, and people around seemed to be able to hear the crackling sound of the poor gunman's neck and spine.

The next second he would be "separated".

Zhou Ke had already drawn the gun from his waist and aimed, but someone was faster than him.

A figure wrapped in faint green light rushed onto the truck like lightning, and in a flash, his big foot flew up, and with thunder, he kicked Ajie's devil-like face. Under Zhou Ke's unbearable gaze, the crazy biochemical warrior was kicked away, hit the wall like a ball, bounced a few times and fell back.

As luck would have it, he fell right next to Zhou Ke!

The biochemical warrior who was kicked by Boss Ohm has not lost his fighting power yet. He staggered to his feet as if drunk and rushed towards the nearest person with his teeth bared. He was shot three times in the chest. Amidst the blood splattering, Zhou Ke grabbed a brick at hand and threw it at the big face plate.

After being hit hard by Ohm, he was already at the end of his strength, and then he was hit in the face dozens of times in a row. Even an iron man's head would be shaken.

When Zhou Ke dropped the half brick, Ajie was lying on the ground with blood all over his head and was sleeping like a baby.

This small crisis passed just like that, and the wastelanders continued to be busy as if nothing had happened. In a corner where no one was paying attention, Zhou Ke quietly glanced at his bloody left hand, where there was a bloody mask that only he could see.

It's very similar to Lao Wang's mask, but a little thicker.

But the problem is, Ajie is not dead!
So, is there any other explanation for this "mask golden finger"?

Wow, interesting, worth studying.

(End of this chapter)