Chapter 132 Murderer, Don't Go
The "sobering potion" has a mild effect on ordinary people, and the aftereffects are similar to a hangover, with a slight headache and lack of energy.
But old man Tust's physical condition does not allow for too much stimulation, so this medicine can only be used as an emergency measure.
But it is definitely not the dosage to take two in a short period of time. The severe sequelae of overdose can give a healthy extraordinary person a headache for several nights.
The old man suddenly fainted, but in fact half of his foot was already in the coffin.
I am lucky to have a doctor named Ryan who is good at micro-manipulation of the "Gangxian" by my side.
Tuster's blood vessels are now severely clogged, and strenuous exercise can cause blood clots to fall off and cause fatal danger at any time. The medical community in this world has not yet developed equipment that can clear blood vessels at any time...
Except for a few extraordinary abilities like "Gang Xian".
In other words, if Ryan hadn't been there, even with a senior doctor here, the old man would most likely not have survived.
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Finally, after a quarter of an hour of first aid.
Ryan breathed a sigh of relief.
The old man's heart rate stabilized and he was half alive.
Karl looked nervously for a long time, and when he saw Ryan stopped the treatment, he dared to ask in a low voice: "Brother Ryan, how is my grandpa?"
Ryan's expression was slightly serious. He said, "The side effects of the 'awakening potion' and the coma caused by overwork have temporarily saved his life. But... I guess he needs to rest for a long time before he can recover to his previous state."
That's a bit of an understatement.
Tust's current physical condition would deteriorate day by day even without the aftereffects of the medicine.
"call……"
Karl listened, and the breath that was hanging in his throat finally came out, and he said to himself: "I'm glad that grandpa is okay."
Turning around, he looked at Ryan: "Thank you, Brother Ryan."
Ryan shook his head. "Grandpa Tust took the potion in order to help me break through. If anything, I should be the one to say thank you."
After a pause, he did not continue to dwell on this topic and said, "Let's get Grandpa Tuster out of this machine first. He should lie down and rest."
Karl nodded: "Oh."
He seemed to be very familiar with the job of taking care of grandpa. He skillfully unlocked a few metal buckles and removed the octopus robotic arm from the old man's back and left it in the control room of the combat mecha.
Then, he carefully carried the skinny old man off his armor.
Floating like a puppet.
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Without the threat of total annihilation caused by the "beast tide" attacking the city, there would naturally be no need to break out.
The scavengers who rushed out also returned to the city one after another.
"We survived?"
“It seems so…”
“Hahahaha…I survived! I made a fortune!”
In the devastated ground base, the scavengers were at a loss for a moment, and then their faces showed ecstasy of surviving the disaster!
There were sounds of jubilant celebration and hysterical venting everywhere.
Everyone felt that this victory was inexplicable.
But, I survived after all.
The scavengers also began to clean up the battlefield.
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After the heavy rain, the fog dissipated, and we had a rare day of clear weather with extremely high visibility.
There were blue clouds in the sky, and the morning light poured down on the earth. Before we knew it, it was dawn.
In this battle, out of the 60,000 to 70,000 people in the "plague base", it is estimated that less than 10,000 survived.
Half of the nobles in the mechanical city survived, and 90% of the wasteland hunters died. This is the difference between having the protection of a mechanical city and not having one.
Ryan and Carl did not clean up the battlefield which was full of treasures. They only collected the corpses of several high-level monsters killed by the old man and left them in the tent.
Carl made a pot of hot soup.
After being fed some hot soup, Tust came to his senses.
The old man was very surprised to see that he was still alive, but then a carefree smile of "living one more day means earning one more day" appeared on his face.
The camp was a little chilly after the heavy rain, and Ryan took a sip of hot soup to warm himself up.
Karl also served a bowl of soup to Bazel who was sitting in the tent, and said timidly: "Mr. Bazel, you should have some hot soup too..."
The “Top Ten Legendary Demon Hunters” are like the top stars in the previous life. They are the legendary superstars that almost all young people in this world dream of meeting.
Ever since he heard about the assassination incident in Glorious City, the young mechanic had long wanted to meet this great man who only existed in legends.
Now that he knew that this burly man who looked a little ugly but not so fierce was the legend, Carl was naturally a little cautious.
"Thanks."
Bazel took the bowl of soup and said thank you, which was rare.
Ryan was slightly surprised, but he knew that it was difficult for weak people to be in the eyes of this legend. This was a thank you and also a recognition.
Gurgle gurgle~
Basel drank the soup very roughly. He probably didn't even taste it before gulping it down.
Carl: "Okay, do you want me to serve you a bowl?"
Bazel handed over the big bowl and smiled: "Thank you, it's delicious."
After smiling, his brows frowned again.
Ryan had never seen him look like this, not even when the beast tide came. After thinking about it, he took the initiative to ask, "Senior Bazel, do you think there is a problem? I see that you look a little worried."
After thinking about it, Bazel said, "Ryan, I think we should take a break and leave this base. The beast tide retreated too strangely this time... I don't feel well."
Logically speaking, the beast tide has already receded and it is unlikely to come back again in a short period of time.
Even Basel himself felt that this sense of crisis was somewhat inexplicable.
After hearing this, Ryan frowned and thought for a moment, not daring to be careless: "Okay! Let's pack up and leave the base immediately."
He remembered that the boss once said that werewolves have the talent of "prophet" in sensing crisis. The stronger they are, the more accurate their perception is.
This ability allows him to have a premonition of certain "extremely dangerous" moments, so that he can make the right judgment. This ability is also the reason why he has been able to escape the pursuit of the vampires many times and survive until now.
The reason that made Basel feel this way might not be a crisis within the base, but a crisis more deadly than the beast tide.
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When it was mentioned that they had to leave the plague base immediately, Tust and Carl didn't say anything.
Ryan helped Carl quickly pack up the necessary things and loaded them onto the "Sausage Dog" steam locomotive.
The scavengers in the camp were cleaning up the battlefield. Although they all knew that there was a very powerful mechanic here, no one came to disturb them.
But they never expected that just as they were about to get in the car to leave, a group of uninvited guests visited the tent.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Phoebe, the vice president of the Sunflower Chamber of Commerce, and her housekeeper who had been there yesterday.
"Sorry to bother you."
Phoebe's tone was unexpectedly polite, and there was a familiar warmth to it.
Ryan didn't intend to pay attention to this group of people, and said coldly: "Madam, I have already said that I will not sell boxing gloves. Please go back."
"No... I'm not here for the gloves."
Phoebe gave a gentle professional smile. She looked at her packed luggage and a hint of relief flashed in her eyes.
Fortunately, I did not delay and came here as soon as possible, otherwise I would have missed this great opportunity.
She didn't even look at Ryan, but instead fixed her eyes on old man Tust, who was lying on the chair, and said in a gentle voice, "I just wanted to come and visit an elder who is an old acquaintance of my mother."
When Ryan heard this, he immediately realized that this woman came for Tust's mechanical technology!
The smile on his face did not conceal his sarcasm.
Haha, you were so indifferent yesterday, but now that the war is over, you're trying to make friends with me?
In the battle last night, everyone witnessed the terrifying combat power of the "Big Muscle Deer God Armor". This top-level mechanical technology is an inestimable wealth for any force.
Not just mechas, but also people and technology!
The higher up the social ladder one is in, the more they realize the value of a top mechanic like Tust.
Ryan did not hide his sarcasm and sneered, "I'm sorry, we are all civilians here, and we don't have any old acquaintances with you. Madam, you may have come to the wrong door."
After a pause, he unceremoniously ordered them to leave, saying, "You are blocking us, please make way."
Under normal circumstances, if this proud noble lady was scolded like this by a commoner, no matter how well-mannered she was, she would probably change her expression.
But at this moment, Phoebe not only did not show any anger, but the smile on her face became even more... enchanting?
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Professional businessmen don't care about this so-called face, and Phoebe cleverly avoided the awkward topic.
She simply ignored Ryan and walked gracefully to the chair where Tust was lying.
Like a younger generation visiting a seriously ill relative, her eyes were full of concern: "Are you... Uncle Tuster Fuentes? Oh, forgive me for not remembering the name of the lady 'Elma Garcia' you mentioned yesterday... Later my housekeeper reminded me that she was the name my mother had before she changed her name before she got married."
The intelligence from Heishuitai is very detailed.
She didn't expect that the person involved in the "scandal" was not dead yet!
What is even more unexpected is that he actually mastered mechanical technology that is more advanced than that of the Omar Royal Academy of Sciences!
Phoebe was in charge of a large business association, so she was naturally very capable and could grasp the subtle emotions between men and women. How could she not notice the emotion of "seeing first love" in the old man's eyes when they met yesterday?
But her old mother was too far away in the imperial capital of Omar, so she had to go into battle herself.
In the eyes of professional businessmen, sex appeal has always been just a bargaining chip.
It's just a matter of whether it's worth exchanging, but there's no such thing as "taking advantage". Phoebe is very confident in her charm, which is her proven success in Omagh's upper class society.
Besides...it seems that the old man's physical condition is only good enough to satisfy his masturbation desire.
At this moment, she was in a dramatic mood and squatted beside the chair. From this angle, everything was white.
She held Tuster's cold and dry palm affectionately, and placed it next to her chest very skillfully, holding it just right. It was not too revealing, but with a slight movement, she could feel the extreme touch. This was a subtle temptation that normal men could hardly resist...
"You can call me Little Phoebe, Uncle Tust. Many people have said that I look exactly like my mother when she was young..."
Phoebe was so into the role that she didn't even give anyone a chance to chase her away. She started her performance right away. "Over the years, my mother always complained that life in the capital was too boring. I often saw her looking depressed. Oh! If my mother knew that there was an old friend in the distant 'Glorious City', she would definitely be very happy..."
When Ryan heard this, he exclaimed in his heart that it was amazing.
This exaggerated emotional outburst may seem embarrassing to others, but in the eyes of the person involved, it is probably not that simple.
But Ryan suddenly understood what this woman was planning to do.
She is trying to seduce the old man!
Not only did this woman become more friendly, she also dressed up carefully. A low-cut retro court dress, and even put on retro makeup from thirty years ago? It was obvious that she wanted Tuster to find her mother's youth in her!
Although he guessed that this woman had bad intentions, it was after all the old man's private matter and she was his elder, so Ryan couldn't say anything and just watched her performance quietly.
Sure enough, when Tuster saw Phoebe dressed like this, he felt as if he saw an old friend from thirty years ago.
However, the complex emotions disappeared in an instant, and he shook his head: "Sorry, ma'am, you got the wrong person."
After a pause, he said to Ryan, "Ryan boy, let's go."
Hearing this, Phoebe's expression changed slightly, but she didn't plan to give up.
Turning around, her eyes were already filled with tears, and she said, "Oh, Uncle Tuster, are you blaming your niece for being rude? You don't look very well, and the environment here is terrible. If you don't mind, I would like to invite you to the Mechanical City, and I will let the best doctor see you... That way, my mother will not blame me for being rude when she finds out in the future..."
Don't hit someone who smiles at you. This trick always works.
No matter where.
But she didn't know that Ryan and the others were in a hurry to leave.
Ryan didn't even give her a chance to continue: "Madam, I've heard you recognize the wrong person. Please leave. Be careful that the motorcycle doesn't scratch your expensive clothes..."
After saying that, he ignored it and together with Carl carried the old man onto the steam locomotive .
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After being blocked repeatedly, Phoebe looked at Ryan, a cold light flashed in her eyes. She knew that playing the emotional card would not work, so she stood up and glanced at her butler. The butler immediately understood and made a small move that no one could notice.
Not long after, a hurried and angry shout came from the door.
"Mother, they are murderers, we can't let them go!"
