1200 The strange unconscious person

"Sigh, you little fellow, I really can't do anything to you!"

Uncle Jim sighed. He had always felt helpless about Morris 'habit of " picking up people.

In the past few years, this kid had " picked up " more than a dozen injured Wanderers with unknown identities. Some of them died very quickly after being picked up, some chose to leave after recovering, and some stayed in their team.

This included Jim himself, who was actually picked up by Morris. After his injury recovered, he stayed and became the trusted Uncle Jim.

Therefore, Uncle Jim could not stop Morris 'habit of picking up people. Most of the time, he was responsible for helping Morris " pick up " people and bring them back to their residence.

As for whether the other party was dangerous or not, Uncle Jim never had to worry because he had enough confidence to ensure that his companions would not be hurt.

However, the unconscious man in front of him made Uncle Jim feel a little uneasy, and he subconsciously wanted to refuse Morris 'request.

"It's a dangerous situation now. We can't be afraid."

As Uncle Jim said this, he happened to see Morris's pleading eyes. In the end, his heart softened, and he put the machete in his hand back into the scabbard. He reached out and tried to pick up the man lying on the ground.

However, when he grabbed the man's body and was about to pull him up, he realized that the other party seemed to have grown on the ground. He could not move at all!

damn it, is this guy a robot? how can it be so heavy? "

Uncle Jim was shocked. If the other party was a robot, he definitely could not bring it back, as it would bring danger to his companions.

However, when he saw the man's broken skin and flesh, as well as the White bones, he immediately made a judgment. This was definitely a normal human with blood and flesh!

"Morris, we can't take him away because I can't move him at all!"

Uncle Jim shook his head helplessly and reached out to grab Morris 'arm, trying to take him away from this place.

Morris had also seen the scene just now. He stood up unwillingly. He understood that the situation was very dangerous. If they were caught in the destructive storm, none of them would be able to survive!

Although he had only seen the destructive storm from a distance, Morris was very clear about its horror. The dark clouds formed by countless miniature robots would refine and break down all materials that could be recycled, then store them and continue to produce new miniature robots!

Fortunately, they were only active near the garbage mountain. Every time a new garbage was dumped, these miniature robots would appear and collect the resources they needed from the garbage.

After being collected by these miniature robots, almost all the garbage would be cut and decomposed, becoming riddled with holes or even turning into powder. They could no longer be used!

It was for this reason that the Aboriginals had tried to find some usable complete items from the garbage mountain before the appearance of the miniature robots to make the tools they needed.

However, when the miniature robots were working, no living beings were allowed to appear on the garbage mountain. Otherwise, the miniature robots would treat them as a part of the garbage and would cut them up without hesitation!

&Nbsp; this was why the natives would try their best to escape from the area where the trash mountain was when the terrifying storm arrived, so as to avoid being completely devoured.

This unconscious guy could only blame himself for being unlucky. He had actually fainted on the garbage mountain and couldn't be moved at all!

"Alright, Uncle Jim, let's leave quickly!"

Standing up quickly, Morris carried the bag of miscellaneous items on his back and was about to leave.

However, at this moment, he felt his calf being grabbed by someone, as if it was an iron plier. Then, he saw Uncle Jim pull out his knife nervously, staring at Morris's back.

"Let him go, or I'll kill you!"

Following Uncle Jim's roar, Morris also turned around nervously and looked at the unconscious man.

A pair of clear and calm eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything met Morris 'eyes just like that, causing him to shiver slightly.

"Please help me leave this place, thank you!"

After the man said that, he clenched his fist. Morris saw a glimmer of light flash from his hand. It seemed that a strange power appeared at the same time.

Morris subconsciously ran two steps forward, but he felt as if there was some kind of light object hanging on his leg. Then, he found that all his companions were looking at him in a daze.

Behind the transparent lens, there was a look of horror!

"Damn it, what's going on?"

Uncle Jim growled, rushed to Morris 'side, and pulled at his calf twice.

Morris leaned over curiously, only to find that the man who had been as heavy as an iron block earlier was now floating in the air, swaying with his footsteps.

However, after a short period of consciousness, the man had fallen back into a coma.

Seeing that Uncle Jim was unable to pull away the unconscious man's hand and was trying to raise the machete in his hand, Morris quickly shouted, " "Uncle Jim, you can't do that!"

"Since he's asking us for help, and it's not as heavy as before, let's take him away, okay?"

no, don't you see how abnormal this guy is? who knows what kind of monster he is? "

Uncle Jim's face was filled with determination. He did not care about Morris's dissuasion at all. He raised the knife in his hand again and swung it at the man's arm.

"Bang!"

The sword landed on the man's arm, but blood didn't splatter. Instead, the sword was sent flying by the huge force and landed on a pile of trash a dozen meters away.

One of his companions quickly ran over to pick up the machete, only to find that the edge had been rolled back and was badly damaged!

Due to the extreme scarcity of metal, Uncle Jim treasured this machete very much. Now that he saw that his weapon was damaged, he immediately felt so distressed that the corners of his mouth twitched continuously.

Morris was also shocked, but when he saw the knife fly out and the man's arm was intact, he heaved a long sigh of relief and said to Uncle Jim, " "Uncle Jim, since we can't get rid of him, we can only bring him back for now and then think about other things!"

besides, this person is very mysterious and must be very capable. If he can help us to repay our kindness, maybe we can live a better life!

Seeing the determination on Morris 'face, Uncle Jim could only sigh helplessly. He asked everyone to leave as soon as possible because a terrible storm was coming.

As for Morris, who was running at the back of the group, he looked extremely strange at the moment. A man who was like a balloon was grabbing his calf with one arm, and it was still shaking with the bump of the running!