Modified car like a crazy beast pouncing on the camp, about to hit a moment to hit the steering wheel sharp braking, the whole car moved horizontally to the door, strong and ear-piercing friction, the soft ground was plowed out of the two diagonal ravines, the body was not easy to stabilize, kala kala ring a few times, the engine seems to be on the verge of smoking, a few pieces of parts of some parts broke off and flew to the ground. 

"Ha ha ha!" The fat man laughed a few times, he did not care about the situation, a cigarette in the dashboard pressed out: "We're back!" 

Cloud Eagle didn't hold back the flopping feeling of vomiting up. 

The surrounding mercenaries were laughing at the new rookie with impunity again. 

"Hahaha!" 

"This kid's wimpy like, he's really useless!" 

"Now honestly go back to being a scavenger, it's not too late!" 

Who can stand driving like this? 

He felt that the full belly field was almost strangled! 

These mercenaries drove a car simply do not want to die, cloud eagle second time in the car can endure to this point, I'm afraid it has been considered very difficult. Just as the cloud eagle raised his head ready to retort a few sentences, but the words just to the mouth, and was re-swallowed back, two eyes staring blankly ahead. 

This is a place that can be called a town. 

The outside was surrounded by barbed wire and fences, a large number of broken tires, stones, sandbags to build up the wall, the back of the wall built a wooden watchtower, about seven or eight meters high, there are several sentries in the building with metal bows and arrows. 

"Mercenaries of the Yellow Springs, open the door!" 

There was a heavily modified truck placed horizontally that was the gate, and when the sentries confirmed their identities, the truck started up and drove off to the side to reveal the intersection into the camp. 

A large number of ramshackle houses, misplaced and densely spread out, the vast majority of them inhabited, with a high-rise building in the center standing out. 

A digger's camp? 

Excitement, this has the memory of more than ten years, he is a wilderness in the cracks of the survival of scavengers, every day with worms and grass roots to feed the hunger, drink polluted rainwater, and become a diggers, almost a cloud eagle's dream! 

The camp was close at hand. 

Was that windswept, insect-like life far away? 

A few guards came over to greet him, "It's been a few days, you should have gotten quite a lot, right?" 

The camp guards wore leather armor embedded with copper skin, a half-face breathing mask, and a windscreen, they kept their eyes on Cloud Eagle, and said in a somewhat disinterested tone, "Huh, a new face? That's out of order!" 

Rules? 

There are no rules these days! 

A few watchdogs only, mad dog, cunning fox is not in the eyes, but also can not be casually offended, not to mention that this mission harvest a lot, cunning fox generously pocket half a pack of cigarettes are sent out: "We carry the head of the mixed life, which have you dashing, this kid is a newly recruited members, give a convenient?" 

"Lord Cunning Fox is too outgoing, how can you not give face, quickly go in!" 

Mad Dog pushed the frothing Cloud Eagle and he immediately stumbled in after the mercenary. 

In these turbulent times, it was very difficult to rebuild homes, because everything had to start from scratch, everything had to be produced and crafted by themselves, and the completeness of the Black Flag camp was rare and hard to come by. There were inns, bars, warehouses, parking lots, basically everything. 

In addition, as a concentration of diggers, all kinds of metal components, strange parts, leather fabrics, and all kinds of stores can often be found, as long as there are enough good skills and luck, these parts are enough to put together a suit of armor, or to transform a gun, or even to assemble a messy car. Haha. 

This was where the Diggers were. 

It was simply a new world! 

"Black Flag Camp is not a charity organization ac, everyone who lives here needs to pay a high price, you want to enjoy the resources of living here? Then life to fight!" 

Fatty summarized a sentence, "This is a paradise for the strong and a hell for the weak." 

After saying that, he habitually touched his pocket to smoke, but remembered that half a pack of cigarettes had been given away, cursed the watchdogs, and then proceeded to say to Yun Ying, "Remember, if you don't have enough strength, this place won't be any better than being in the wilderness, or even worse!" 

At this time, Yun Ying realized that the streets were filled with unclothed, skinny and bony young women who were enduring the cold, scratching their heads and constantly seducing the men passing by, their faces full of prayers. 

"What are they doing?" 

"These days, women sell their meat and men sell their lives, it's only natural!" 

Yun Ying was slightly stunned. 

"These prostitutes selling meat for a living are everywhere, you give a piece of bread want to play any way you want, tents, behind the house, alleys, everywhere to have sex, exciting, haha. After the fight back to stimulate a hand, pleasure and orgasm, the countries of the voluptuous women have aca!" 

Cunning Fox is an expert who knows his way around, whether Cloud Eagle understands it or not, "But there is no good stuff on the streets, most of them have mutant organizations, so if you mess with them too much, you will get sick. The better goods are usually in the tavern, or someone's private collection, the price is a bit more expensive." 

Cunning Fox droned on and on imparting his experience, Cloud Eagle didn't listen to a single word, he was attracted to the attention of a woman sitting on the ground, all skinny with no meat, only skin wrapped around the bones, half of her face had a sarcoma that had festered, and even her hair had shed a large portion of its head, leaving a large number of pustules, and in her arms, she was holding a rags-wrapped baby. 

The rags filled with a strong putrid odor, indicating that the baby had been dead for many days. 

This woman's gaze, let the cloud eagle a little touch, because this kind of eyes are too familiar, despair and pain and on the contrary very numb, as if falling into the endless darkness, never see a ray of light, the remnants of the body lingering, spiritually but already dead. 

"Look at a hair ah!" Cunning Fox impatiently patted Cloud Eagle, "I tell you, look at her like this, it is estimated that inside are mutant organizations, you want to get on her, be careful even dick rot in it!" 

Cloud Eagle was dragged away by the mercenary. 

The woman holding the rotting dead baby motionless, as if a corpse waiting to rot, the road people come and go, no one to look at more than one glance, probably have long been accustomed to it. 

Cloud Hawk began to be a little confused, diggers in the impression that not all can wear warm clothes, eat bread, drink clean water? 

Why is it completely different from the imagination! 

Originally full of excitement and anticipation mood is like being poured cold water, as if a child is full of joy to open the gift, only to find that it is a piece of shit. 

There are a lot of humble stores in the campground. 

However, there is no currency here, it is purely primitive bartering, in which food, bullets, fuel and other things are considered to be more suitable for the circulation of hard currency. 

A small tavern of less than thirty square meters was in a pandemonium, a young woman stood naked on a high platform, and was constantly dancing her water snake-like body in the rotten light, and the upturned buttocks made the men around her want to go up and pinch them hard. I'd like to fuck her from behind, haha. It seems that my years of unleashed sexual desire has returned, I am good at everything but that thing is stronger, haha. I'll have to enjoy it when I have the material to do so! 

"Slave!" 

"Sell slaves!" 

In front of him, a flesh-faced trafficker stood on a high platform, spitting and selling his products - three women and two men respectively. 

"One hundred percent clean, no viruses, no mutations, the women can be taken back to their private stash, with plump breasts and sexy asses, a good deal is definitely not a bad deal!" 

"The men are strong and able to work, a little training a few times is a gladiator, maybe even to the gladiator ring to earn a hand, a good opportunity not to miss!" 

The three women and two men stood and let people touch them, instead of pain and despair, they looked pandering, eager to find a good master who could feed them. 

The wind blowing out of an alley was mixed with the strong odor of corpses, it was not surprising that one or two people died every day in a remote and dark corner like this. Tobacco, alcohol, women, desire, violence, degeneration, rottenness ...... are almost all the themes here, and everywhere is filled with a decadent and rotten atmosphere. 

Men sell their lives, women sell their meat. 

Paradise for the strong, hell for the weak. 

Yun Ying could slightly understand the words of Cunning Fox. 

In the center of the camp there is a stone monument that is set up, several prohibitions are printed on it in bright red font that seems to be able to bleed, the monument only states the prohibitions but not the way of punishment. However, not far away from the place a blackened pillar of fire torture silently explains everything, each pillar of fire torture with wire tied with burnt corpses, the camp punishment is only one - torture by fire! 

"See?" Cunning Fox pointed with his hand and said, "Right in front of this is the private residence of the camp leader, don't blame me for telling you not to go near this place, there's no difference between them killing you and pinching a bug!" 

The building could be seen at the mouth of the camp, standing out like a crane, with the rooms in it lit up with the bright light of electric lamps. Electricity, is a very precious and luxurious thing, wilderness very few scavengers luckily dug up the ancient generator copied out, only a very few people can use the precious resources. 

The chief's home? 

Cloud Eagle couldn't help but think: just how does a three-headed character have the qualifications to sit in such a camp, so that Cunning Fox, Mad Dog and all these ferocious people are honestly afraid to rebel? 

"You've come at the right time." Cunning Fox looked at the stone wall text emotionally said, "a year ago the black flag camp is ten times more chaotic than now, full of killing and raping, all parties of meat dealers, slavers wantonly hunting, since the new chief came to be a little improved, the words on the stone monument above is that she personally wrote on it." 

"A new chief? And where is the old one?" 

"You tell me." Cunning Fox gazed as if at an idiot, "Killed, of course! The leader is never fixed, often the leader is killed, then the one who kills the leader becomes the new leader, and is eventually killed by the later, people will always embrace the strong, if you think you're strong enough, you can also go and challenge the leader!" 

Cunning Fox and Mad Dog are strong enough, people like this are only making a living in the camp, relying solely on the camp to provide information to take missions to earn hire money, they don't dare to disobey the chief or take his place, Yun Ying is even more so, he doesn't even dare to think about it! 

There was a loud noise from the front. 

More than ten people wearing half-face breathing masks, dressed as camp guards, are teaming up to drag a huge corpse around. 

It was clearly a monster that was about close to half a meter thick, and a drop of mucus secreted from its slimy epidermis onto the ground would instantly make a large chunk of sludge out of the ground, in which a slight hissing corrosive sound emerged, giving people a creepy feeling. 

However, this monster corpse is only half cut, so there are about ten meters. 

This team is not too far away place, there are soil was tumbling traces, a half meter big hole left on the ground, around are mucus, there are several corpses lying there, they are corroded very badly, as if a mass of wax that is about to melt. 

"Damn, it's another big earthworm ah, it's popped up twice this month, there's still an end to it!" 

Yun Ying had never seen such a terrible monster, "What ...... is going on here?" 

Cunning Fox casually said, "So many people gathered in the camp, if I were a mutant beast I would also choose to hunt here, this kind of occasional drilling out is not a big deal, I'm afraid of encountering a wave of mutant beasts, most of the camps are destroyed in this way." 

"Hey, relax, nothing strange." An old mercenary bird comforted, "You'll get used to it if you don't die." 

When the camp guards dragged a horrible corpse away, the passersby who were walking around naturally stepped aside and surprisingly didn't even look at it for more than a second... how can you get used to this? 

Cloud Eagle suddenly felt like thorns were growing on the soles of his feet, and he felt uncomfortable with every step he took.