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Chapter 367 107. Junkyard on the Icefield

Dilapidated tracked vehicles drive on the unmarked ice.

This piece of ice has a lot of impurities, and the track will not slip when it runs over it.They can safely travel at a higher speed.

Of course, they are not very relieved.The source of this emotion was a young man with black hair and dark eyes sitting in the back seat of the car.

By this time, Mu Su hadn't been able to get a piece of clothing on either.

The atmosphere in the car was silent and awkward.The two people in the front seat were rigid and motionless, except for the occasional sneak peek through the rearview mirror.

There are only two types of people that these guys who commit crimes in the Federation are most afraid of: those from the Federation and those with unknown origins.

Musu belongs to the latter.According to general practice, this kind of character should be discarded in the outside world at minus 100 degrees, waiting for him to be turned into an ice sculpture.

But Musu fell from the sky, nothing was wrong with nothing on, and those remarks made them fearful and dared not resist.

Fortunately, from the current point of view, this mysterious guy seems to be injured, and he doesn't have much malice.

Ten minutes later, the tracked vehicle stopped in front of their residence.

"Let's open the gate and the garage, Mr. Sun, please wait here for a while." Rowell called Mu Su awkwardly, and after speaking, he gave the scarred man a wink, and the two got out of the car one after another.

The cold wind poured into the car for a short time, and was isolated with the door closed.

The temperature inside the car dropped by nearly 50°C in a short period of time, and Mu Su shivered for a while, and finally he didn't have to force himself, and rubbed his cold face with his hands.

"The heater in the car is not turned on, it will kill you." Mu Su cursed.

He feels that he has been fighting against the cold recently, is it because he has been in the sun for a long time?

They live not far from the dump.A few kilometers away is the trash dumping place of the None Owner chaebol.Not too close is to place the garbage out of position and hit them.You must know how many times it happened to the first group of escapees.

Cube-shaped discarded compressed metals are spliced ​​together as courtyard walls.The height of three meters is enough to withstand the cold wind of -230°C at night.

With a temperature of nearly two hundred degrees below zero, most of the instruments could not hold up.And Rowell who can hold on, or all the escapees can't afford the luxury.Therefore, their doors still use a very old-fashioned method: pushing them open manually.

Amidst the sound of tooth acid rubbing against each other, the two pushed the iron door with great effort.

"Boy, you're dead." The man with the scar tensed his muscles, and his tone was filled with anger and strength.

"It's not my fault..." Rowell clenched his teeth.He felt wronged. "Who would have thought that it was actually a human... No, it might not be a human at all."

The man with the scar stepped on the iron door frame with his spikes, and amidst the scratching of his teeth, he mustered up all his strength and shouted, "No matter what method you use, get him out of here quickly!"

The mist sprayed on the mask, and it was a blur.Trembling with fear, he glanced at the car.

Fortunately, the young man was still sitting in the back seat with a cold expression on his face.

It's just why his face is red...

With doubts in his heart, Rowell pushed open the iron door with the scarred man.Then get back in the car and drive the car into the yard.

Rowell invited Musu into the residence.The scarred man closed the gate outside and unloaded the fuel and today's income from the car.This job was done by Rowell, but he didn't want to have any contact with Musu at all.

"This place is relatively simple..."

Rowell quickly closed the door, then ran to the front and kicked away the obstacles blocking the way, clearing a way for Mu Su to walk to the sofa smoothly.

It doesn't look big from the outside, but even smaller from the inside.The small living room is messy and piled with various metals and objects, making it appear cramped and cramped.Uneaten food and stinky socks piled on the dining table.

The temperature in the room was not very high, and a layer of ice shards had already appeared on the glass of water on the table.

In the corner, there is an exaggerated TV set they own.

A mute symbol appears in the lower left corner, and a TV series is playing on the TV.

Vibrant colors, a very low-resolution fluorescent screen, and the iconic big butt all indicate that this product... is actually a CRT TV.

If their TVs were bought, the gold digger who sold them must be a profiteer.

In the other corner of the living room are two doors facing each other.

A door opened, revealing the messy bedroom inside.The other door was ajar, and a figure stood by the door.

It was a tall woman.The delicate and soft face makes people feel that getting along with her will be very warm.

In a room with a temperature close to zero, she actually only wore a set of sexy-style underwear, and her bare skin revealed a large circuit board and metal circuit.The long black hair that should have been smooth and smooth was covered with oil stains and bonded together in strands, and the skin seemed to have been irradiated, with scratches and spots.

She couldn't see any emotion, she held onto the door frame like a machine, and silently watched Musu.

A third-generation synthetic human.

And it's very similar to Musu - he doesn't have anything on him.

Seeing Musu looking at her, Rowell introduced: "Our sex...our servant."

Rowell threw away a pile of clothes on the sofa, and was slightly relieved to see Musu sitting down without thinking.

The man with the scar came in, threw the goods they received today into the empty space they had just cleared, and went out to unload the fuel.

"Your Excellency Sun... Wukong." Rowell bit the bullet and called out a name that was very familiar but he couldn't think of it.

"How did you fall from there?"

He pointed to the top of his head.

Musu coughed lightly, and said slightly solemnly: "I am Sun Wukong from Nebula M78, because I was attacked by hostile forces in the solar system and fell to Europa. If you are willing to help me leave and provide a certain amount of travel expenses, when I return to Nebula M78, I will Canonize you as sons."

"Uh...we will definitely help you." Rowell was stunned for a moment and replied with a dry smile.

Just like he doesn't know the truth of Mu Su's words, Mu Su also doesn't know the truth of his words.

bang——

The scarred man pushed the door open and came in, bringing a burst of cold air.

He closed the door behind his back and put a barrel of fuel by the door.He ignored Musu and went straight to the room.

"He... is more shy of strangers." Rowell made a far-fetched excuse.

In a sense it's a smart move.With a bad temper, he can't bow his knees to show weakness, so he simply doesn't lift it.

Just as Rowell finished speaking, a scream rang out.

Looking sideways, the man with the scar entered the bedroom, grabbed the woman's hair with one hand, and dragged her in forcefully.

The woman pulled her hair, and struggle and despair appeared on her gentle face for a moment.

A synthetic human with awakened self-awareness.

A miserable synth.

The rustling of heavy objects falling and clothes being stripped came from behind the unclosed door.

Lily took off the heavy protective clothing, unbuttoned the pants, held the woman's ankle and lifted it up. Just as he was about to do something, he suddenly felt strange.Subconsciously look back.

I saw Mu Su peeping through the crack of the door with a sinister face.

(End of this chapter)