In the lieutenant's eyes was a black heavy locomotive, on which was a young knight.

He was probably in his early twenties and was a member of the yellow race.

However, the outline was abnormally clear, especially the blindfold on the yellow eye. It made the guest who came late into the night feel like the night sky was shrouded in mystery.

Behind the Knight, there was a 12 or 13 year old girl. The girl had a head full of long gray hair that was reminiscent of the Milky Way, making it hard to forget.

On the girl's head, there was a round creature. With Vader's eyesight and knowledge, he couldn't tell what kind of creature it was.

The knights, the silver-haired girl, and the mysterious creature made a strange picture.

No matter what, this combination was not simple.

The rider on the locomotive spoke, and in a cold, low voice said, "Is this how you treat the men who saved you?"

Bart's cigarette fell to the floor, and the captain bellowed, "Did you kill the wolf?"

Looking at this middle-aged man, Zero nodded silently. His expression did not change at all, as if he had done something insignificant.

As for Bart, the captain's expression suddenly became brilliant.

The SUV stopped in a V and a bonfire was lit in the open space guarded by the SUV.

Flames illuminated the surrounding space, causing the black locomotive to flow with a scarlet luster.

Kampf looked at the young man, who was full of killing intent.

Although the adventurer businessman didn't have any ability to strengthen himself, his eyes were very sharp. Otherwise, he wouldn't have discovered so many mutated beasts with potential commercial value.

Right now, he was looking at the mutated beast with a measuring gaze.

It was the first time that a normal person had to feel ill at ease.

After he killed the wolf, he thought that he could use the caravan to confuse the information about his existence, so he drove over with Monnie.

But now, he decided to leave.

The pot-bellied merchant in front of him felt very uncomfortable. This person's gaze was like that of a commodity, and there was unconcealed greed in his eyes, causing him to almost shatter the merchant without drawing his gun.

Zero doesn't want to be a commodity.

At zero, just as Monnie was about to leave, Camber realized he'd lost his composure and stood up. "Wait a minute, sir," he said.

"You can't just leave."

Zero asked coldly, "What do you want?"

You want to sell us as slaves? "

"No, no, no."

"How can that be? A sniper as good as you is a talent I desire."

I don't know where you are going, but if you don't have a specific goal, you might as well stay in my caravan.

I think Bart and the others will need a sniper like you, and for that I can give you a satisfactory salary. "

This was exactly what Zero wanted. He nodded and said, "I want to go to Blue Brilliance. If it's along the way, I don't mind earning some extra money."

"Blue Peak, huh? What a coincidence. I have to pass by there as well."

So we can have a short but happy trip. "

As long as Lingcun agreed to stay, the businessman was confident that he could use his perfect tongue to make Lingcun stay behind as his personal guard.

Even if he failed, he would still have such an excellent sniper as a guard before he left for Yongye City. This would make Camber's journey much easier.

He asked, "May I ask what you have to do with the blue glow?"

"To tell you the truth, I still have some connections. If you need any help, just let me know."

This is another of Cumberg's ways, with soft policies that have been tried repeatedly in this cold and cruel age.

But a single answer from Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zero-Zurich made him laugh no more.

"I still don't need it. I'm going to kill someone."

Zero dropped the sentence, but took Monnie to the plane and set up a tent to rest.

Camber's smile froze on his face for a moment.

"It's a joke, it's definitely a joke."

"That blue light, they are all important figures."

The businessman consoled himself.

The next morning, the caravan continued their journey.

Monnie sat in Camber's SUV. It was a zero decision.

So the girl didn't have to bump with him on the locomotive.

Although Monnie didn't like the fat businessman, she wouldn't object as long as he said zero.

For Monnie, zero was her God.

Previously, Camber had lecherously asked Zergs who Monnie was.

In this turbulent age, it was not unusual for a young and powerful warrior like Zero to keep a young slave.

Camber was also drooling over the delicate but beautiful Monnie, who he hoped to buy from Zero if he wanted to.

However, Zero's words made his lust sink to the bottom of the sea.

"She's my daughter. If anyone dares to touch her, ask for my gun first."

Zero responded coldly to Cumberg's words.

Kampf pointed to zero and looked at Monnie again. I can't believe a young zero has a daughter like that right now.

But his hand on the revolver at his waist made Camber swallow the question into his stomach.

Until now, Monnie was sitting beside her.

Cumberg, however, was sitting in the car, and the occasional glance back at him from time to time was more effective than any stern warning.

Monnie was a child, after all, and after sitting in the car for a long time, she began to look around.

What interested her the most was the "cargo" behind the SUV. The cargo was being carried in a two-headed carriage, and the goods carried in the back of the SUV were much larger than the other vehicles.

It was a pity that a thick tarp obscured Monnie's gaze.

But it wasn't as if Monnie didn't have a chance to get a peek. A random chance, a gust of wind from the far end of the wilderness lifted a corner of the tarp.

So Monnie came to a big cage, in which lay a huge figure.

As if sensing Monnie's gaze, the thing rolled its eyes, and in the shadows Monnie saw a pair of gray, lizard black beast eyes in the middle.

The tarp was covered again, but Monnie couldn't take her eyes off it.

In that moment of surprise, she had realized that the cargo in the cage was that of a behemoth.

Those eyes were filled with savagery, savagery, and a hint of indiscernible sorrow.

"What's that?"

Monnie asked the first question.

"What?"

"That's my treasure," said the merchant, smiling complacently as he followed Monnie's gaze to the huge cage behind him. "It's my treasure. It's called Bessemos."

"Bessemos?"

Monnie read the name with the colors of the old days.

"That's the name I gave it. In the Old Testament, it's the name of the strongest beast in the world."

"Do you know what the Southwest Land is like?"

It was the forbidden land of civilization, from which Besemos had come.

It is a savage species of the Southwest, ferocious and bloodthirsty, and especially likes to eat girls like you. "

Cumberg laughed, trying to frighten Monnie.

Unexpectedly, Monnie raised her small face and looked stubbornly at the merchant.

There was not a trace of panic in his face, and he was too strong for her age.

"Alright, I was joking."

Kendall raised his hand in surrender.

Mony turned back to the cage and said in a voice so low that she could hear it herself, "Bessemos, are you just like me, unable to find your way home?"

Inside the cage, the giant beast's ears twitched.

The huge, bell-like eyes rolled up, and through the tarp to Monnie, who was only a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more than a little more.

After a while, he slowly closed his eyes again.