"Trist? Although surprised by his trust, Lin Yuan still didn't tell him his real name.
This was the stronghold of the Eternal Life Cult, and his name was likely already being watched.
It was safer to use a false name.
"Mm, Zhu Mingjun, can you really not tell me why you're in the White Eagle Federation?" Trist also took off his mask and hood, looking like a young uncle in his 30s.
"I really can't." Lin Yuan didn't want to implicate anyone else. He had to handle his own affairs, a principle he'd learned since childhood.
"Then should I call you Li Xiangxin or Trist?"
Just mentioning the name reminded Lin Yuan of the Card Master.
He wouldn't suddenly say, "Lady Luck is calling."
It was clear Trist wasn't the Card Master and wouldn't suddenly put a big eyeball on someone's head. He might play some poker.
"Just Trist. I'll always remember my Chinese name. When I return home, you can call me by my real name."
A strange homesickness.
"Alright, Trist, can I stay with you for the night? I need to gather some information?"
Hearing this, Trist's previously firm thoughts suddenly became unsettled.
Wasn't this Zhu Mingjun sent by China to carry out a secret mission? Why did he need to ask for information about the area from him?
No intel?
But thinking of his children at home, Trist suppressed his doubts. He still needed Lin Yuan's help.
He had left home five hours ago and still hadn't figured out how to enter the town.
If only he had an AR-15.
Alas, he only had a Beretta 686, which was the S686 double-barreled shotgun in the game.
He could handle a one-on-one fight, but facing multiple opponents, he was a bit underpowered.
"You can, but I need to find medicine for my two children. They have a high fever and can only last until tomorrow night."
The implication was clear: if he wanted to stay, he had to help find medicine.
But Lin Yuan looked at the sky in the distance and shook his head at him. "It should be too late now. A blizzard is about to hit, let's go back first." Seeing Trist about to collapse, Lin Yuan quickly added, "I have special medicine here. If it's just a common cold, my medicine will cure it. If it's something else, it can at least buy you two or three days."
Fearing Trist wouldn't believe him, Lin Yuan also showed him the supplies in the medical kit.
These syringe-like items were clearly no ordinary things, and Trist immediately agreed.
Lin Yuan followed him out of the forest. An SUV was parked by the roadside, looking quite expensive.
However, the only decent equipment he had was a shotgun. How to put it.
It seemed a bit out of place.
Could it be that his family was out for a picnic and encountered a zombie outbreak, leaving them stranded in the wilderness?
Who would go on a picnic in July with the sun blazing?!
"Get in quickly, we need to get back before the blizzard hits."
"Okay." Lin Yuan was now like a completely defenseless, naive person, getting into the car with Trist.
The engine ignited, and the SUV successfully started.
The scenery on the country roads of the White Eagle Federation was quite nice, at least Lin Yuan found it fascinating.
Trist, sitting beside him, was also talking about his past.
"I joined the army at 18 and served for 5 years. I didn't re-enlist as a non-commissioned officer, nor did I want to transfer. Because my uncle was in the White Eagle Federation, and my family agreed, I came here to make a living with my uncle.
It's been 10 years now. I've established quite a large business and was planning to return home to live a leisurely life with my uncle during the New Year.
Who knew something like this would happen."
"Caw caw."
Just as Lin Yuan was about to comfort Trist, he heard a few bird calls in the distance, exactly like crows, and quite rhythmic: three calls, then a pause, then three more calls.
It didn't bother him much, only leaving a slight shadow from when he was flying the plane. But Trist, who was driving, panicked. He stopped talking and slammed the accelerator, speeding off.
This was a mountain road, weren't you afraid of falling off a cliff driving this fast?!!
Clearly, Trist found these bird calls more terrifying than death itself.
He drove Lin Yuan like a roller coaster for nearly half an hour before managing to shake off the bird calls behind them.
"Zhu Mingjun, get out of the car quickly. We're not taking the car anymore!"
"This..." Before Lin Yuan could finish speaking, Trist pulled him and they ran into another forest, also tossing him a white cloak.
"Put it on."
He put one on himself as well.
There was still snow in this forest, and with the cloaks on, the two of them lying in the snow were as good as invisible.
"Stay still and don't make a sound. It'll be over soon."
Fortunately, they managed to grab the two bags. The contents were all treasures.
Ten minutes passed, and Trist was shivering from the cold, but Lin Yuan was as unfazed as ever.
It was no joke; he could swim for five hours even if he fell into water that was only a few degrees Celsius.
Trist was cursing internally, wondering why they still hadn't left.
"Boom!"
Not only did they not leave, but your car was blown up!
Immediately after, the sound of light footsteps echoed through the forest.
Lin Yuan raised his head slightly and saw a pack of wolves with red eyes searching for something.
Their eyes were abnormally red, not purely red, but with a hint of turbidity, as if they were festering.
Damn it, what kind of monsters were these? The moment he saw them, Lin Yuan held his breath, preventing his "human scent" from being detected by them.
How could a pack of wolves blow up a car?
The wolf pack wouldn't give them time to ponder. He could hold his breath, but Trist couldn't hold on for long, and their scents were already different from the surrounding environment.
They simply sniffed the air carefully and then charged towards Lin Yuan and the others.
Lin Yuan stopped pretending. He put on his gas mask again, pulled his combat suit's hood over his head, and was about to attempt a perfect Assassin's Creed-style infiltration.
He had shown off his wealth earlier, and now it was time to display his martial prowess.
As a result, Trist grabbed him. "You can't kill them, it will leave a trace. Those people have special methods of tracking!"
Tracking?
With that thought, he switched to an FN57 and asked, "Which direction is your home? Take me in the opposite direction."
Trist nodded, grabbed Lin Yuan, and headed northeast.
How could they outrun the wolf pack at this speed? Seeing the pursuers getting closer, Lin Yuan directly slung Trist over his shoulder and ran with all his might.
"???", Trist was completely stunned. Looking at Lin Yuan, who was carrying him like a running rock, with two large bags in his left hand and him on his shoulder, it was like a dream.
Is this human?
He ran an unknown distance with a living person on his shoulder until he found a suitable tree and stopped.
Throwing Trist onto the tree, Lin Yuan took out his FN57 and assumed a combat stance.
He unleashed a series of precise shots at the approaching wolf pack.
Including the crows perched on the tree.
In just 5 seconds, the more than a dozen wolves charging at them and the three crows on the tree lay on the ground, unable to move."