But this Bartra... can be studied to make the Infinite Renewal Repeat?

Really valuable!

He looked at the gift-giver.

"What do you call it?"

This man is burly and wearing a guardian uniform.

"I am a guard camp, a big head soldier, just call me Lao Zhang."

White latte thinks for a moment.

Look at myself, I was wearing a new style of rattan armor. This thing was useless, so I just took it off.

"Brother Zhang, I do like your heirloom.

"I will exchange this piece of rattan armor with you."

...

The white latte held the blind man in the wood, and the rusty half of Batree inside, and left.

Old Zhang was wearing a new style rattan armor and looked in disbelief.

He is not even at the professional level. Not to mention the new type of rattan armor, even ordinary rattan armor is not as good as him!

Unexpectedly, the garbage thrown in the corner of the house can be exchanged for such a treasure!

Hahaha, you've made a lot of money!

...

The other guests next to them sighed.

"Is Captain Bai so bright?"

"It's not easy for others to take advantage of it."

"He's very particular."

Some people suddenly had their eyes shining.

"Isn't it just rusty iron garbage, my family has it too!"

"Damn it? Is the crappy gun thrown in the kitchen selling rags?"

...

The old battalion commander next to him whispered to the deputy battalion commander.

"That was an antique gun before the catastrophe?"

The deputy battalion commander recognizes goods.

“Bartray.

"It was before the catastrophe, the top sniper rifle.

“The range is two thousand meters.

"The bullet caliber is so big that it is known as a cannon!"

The old battalion commander breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's fine."

The guns before the catastrophe are very different from those of the wasteland natives!

The general structure of guns before the catastrophe was extremely complex. Even if they were replicated, they could not achieve the corresponding accuracy and could not adjust the integration of man and gun.

In other words, the powerful gun before the catastrophe was not strong in the wasteland and would not be able to adapt to the local environment.

It was just a waste of effort to study that thing in White Latte, and it was too much thought...

...

The banquet in the auditorium is still held lively.

The wine and meat are fragrant, and the cups are mixed with the warm fragrance, floating towards the high ceiling.

Outside the auditorium, there was a vast snow and wind.

A carriage carrying a white latte and doctor Xiaoyu rushed into the wind and snow, leaving horseshoe prints and ruts in the snow, and went to the rattan armor weaving factory.

In the carriage, Dr. Bai Latte and Dr. Xiaoyu looked at the broken half-broken Bartre in the wooden box together.

Although it has been rusted out of shape and has rusted out its edges and corners, the lines that can be seen vaguely still show coldness and sternity, demonstrating its style of being ranked at the top of the killing throne of an era that was unknown many years ago!

Dr. Xiaoyu frowned.

"What do you want it for?"

White Latte Railway.

"I want to try it out, can I make it."

The carriage walked through the streets and alleys and drove into the uninhabited abandoned neighborhoods.

What Bai Latte didn't know was that in an empty house with air and snow, a 38-year-old man walked into a vicissitudes of life in the neighborhood.

...

Li Hua, with a vicissitudes of life, squatted in the corner of the house.

This corner can hide from the wind and not be too cold.

Randomly, take out two balls of wet wipes from your pocket.

These are two balls of blood-soaked wipes.

One of them was soaked in Mr. Qingzhu's blood, and another one was soaked in Mr. Hongshi's blood.

He just used Qingquan Martial Saint's skills to steal it from the guard camp.

Two balls of blood-soaked wet wipes drip blood onto the pocket watch on the face and on the dial.

I saw a small human face opened its mouth and drank two drops of blood one after another.

"Oh... these two guys."

I saw a human face pocket watch, a second hand, and it began to rotate!

Colors and lines flew out of the pocket watch. These colors and lines were divided into two groups in the air, constantly outlining and depicting.

One of them, depicted as a thin man wearing a red checkered suit, is Mr. Red Line!

One of the groups, depicted as a biochemical monster with a glass jar on his neck, is Mr. Qingzhu!

The two dead people came alive at this moment, at this place, with two drops of blood!

The dilapidated house with air and snow suddenly became quiet.

Qingzhu, Hongshi, Li Hua, and the three of them looked at each other in surprise.

The green bamboo and the red line both felt like a dream.

"Just, wasn't I beaten to death by Qingquan Martial Saint?"

"I seemed to be shot?"

"What's going on?"

The red line touched his pocket, and the harmonica was still there.

Look at your clothes, the red nematode is still there.

"No, these red nematodes were poisoned to death by poisonous gas bombs?"

The two looked at Li Hua, and looked at Li Hua squatting in the corner, holding a pocket watch.

"Who are you?"

But Li Hua showed a strange smile, and the black folds on his face were all wrinkled.

"Ha ha ha ha.

"Hello, the green bamboo an hour ago, and the red line an hour ago.

"Welcome to...the cage of time!"

...

The wind and snow raged for a day and a night.

In the evening of the next day, it finally stopped.

Bai Latte bid farewell to the old captain and Zhao Xueqing and returned to the Qijia Factory.

Along the way, I saw workers getting off work, eating one by one, in groups of three or five, talking and laughing.

When all the workers saw the white latte, they would say hello with joy on their faces.

"Captain Bai, good evening!"
To be continued...