latent syndrome.

Chapter 511 510. Appraisal
An hour later.

The unrest has subsided.

The boss of the Illuminati took a group of people to their designated camping site in the city of wrecks. Due to the large number of people who signed up for the competition, they could not finish registration in a day or two.

It will take a few more days for the game to officially start.

It wasn't until this moment that the boss of the Illuminati Society realized what kind of a person he had picked up, although he didn't know much about the nameless people with ten misfortunes.

Only one point.

Just now this guy suppressed all the people in the cemetery with his own strength, and he was able to retreat completely.

Although the atmosphere was extremely depressing when they left, it seemed like the silence before the storm, but in short, under many hostile eyes, it still ended peacefully.

It ended with a couple of Fury Road safety statements from Big Macs, because during the race, Wreck City must be absolutely safe, which is a creed that must be abided by throughout the ages.

In short, the law of the ancestors is immutable, so do what you should do.

Anonymous thinks that there is no direct enemy of his in the crowd, maybe he has heard his previous stories, or has been indirectly affected by it, but in short the problem is not big.

I wanted to discuss it with Selene, but this girl didn’t know where she went. The city of wreckage is too big, and I won’t be able to find it for a while. The signal of the communicator she gave is also rubbish in the wasteland, as agreed. Forget it, she will come to the competition site to wait for her.

Under a high wall made of vehicle wreckage is the temporary camp of the Illuminati.

The already extremely respectful attitude of the middle-aged man has turned into admiration. He kept asking about the past of Anonymous, his eyes lit up, and he thought that he could not only get out from here, but also travel across the deep world.

Anonymous is speechless, you fucking ask me, who am I going to ask?
A person who is honest and honest, suddenly becomes a scum of the deep world when he wakes up, a public enemy of the whole people, who to complain about?
Besides, it's not the time for Anonymous to think about these things.

Maybe it was my own illusion, just now I felt a very familiar aura in that cemetery, the strange aura of SCT, I just hoped that I was thinking too much.

"I'm going to go out for a walk."

"Find an appraiser or something."

Anonymous said to the middle-aged man, anyway, there is nothing to do now, after searching his belongings, he found something that had been staying in the corner.

What Nameless desires most is to build a top-quality piece of equipment. Although the speeding gang snatched up a lot of equipment, Nameless, who is so high-sighted, doesn't like it at all.

I am going to find the most professional appraiser to appraise the equipment I bought in the deserted town over there, a thing like a strange sword.

"how?"

"Have you any slaves to sell?"

The middle-aged man didn't realize that Anonymous had a hobby of capturing people, and the head that he hung on his waist at any time was just for decoration.

"Speaking of slaves..."

Anonymous discovered that he still had several of them, thinking that this old cunt, Gordon, had the habit of taking people captive, and he still had single women in stockings and men and women of all colors in his personal space.

Anonymous directly gifted these people to middle-aged people.

The middle-aged man's head was in a daze. Your character slaves are only at this level. I took the Chaos Knife to measure it, and found that there is no one whose index exceeds one, and they are all the lowest-level entertainment slaves.

Even if it is wholesaled at the motorcycle baby flagship store, it is also the kind that is placed in the dollar store.

Anonymous did not notice the middle-aged man's thoughts.

"Actually, I want to identify a piece of equipment."

"I don't know what it is all the time."

Afterwards, Nameless took out the weird sword blade full of mouth and lips, which was shaped like hell. He thought it was some amazing growth-type equipment that could absorb souls and become infinitely stronger.

"The appraiser who appraises the equipment..."

"Um……"

"This is very rare in the wasteland."

"All the skill points of the people here are in transportation tools, electrical engineering, and dynamics."

"Fighting and killing usually only depends on one's own quality."

"I had to find a friend of mine."

"It specializes in the study of mysticism."

"I also know a little bit about divination and identification."

"But I can't guarantee that he can help you."

The middle-aged man didn't say enough, in fact, his friend is quite well-known in the wasteland, and he is old-fashioned.

After half an hour.

After wandering for a while in the maze full of strange people and visions, the middle-aged man took Anonymous into a three-story sightseeing bus.

The first and second floors are open with fully transparent glass, so that people who are entertaining inside can watch the grand events outside, and also allow people outside to visit them.

"Give it up, let it go."

The smell here makes Anonymous feel a little uncomfortable, almost walking on tiptoes, but after thinking about it, he still thinks that these shoes are not acceptable.

Passing through couples or groups of entangled people, the middle-aged man took Anonymous up to the third floor. This place is completely airtight and the interior is quite elegant.

In short, it is filled with a lot of magic-style decorations, all kinds of old books, bottles and cans, rare insect specimens, and the light is relatively dim.

Sitting on the desk is a mangy man dressed as a hippie with a straw on his nose, inhaling some conscious souls that he has compressed into the size of a sesame seed.

It is also a soul eater.

Seeing the boss of the Illuminati coming, he shook his head trying to wake himself up.

"Hold."

"We haven't seen each other for hundreds of years."

"You still fucking think of me."

"It's really strange."

"No money, no car, no service, just go away."

Lai Zitou said quite coolly, he has already looked away, he doesn't want to get involved in the battles of these speeding gangs, he just wants to get up and live a degenerate life.

"Damn."

"There is no price for eyesight."

"I understand."

"You look down on me."

Wu Mingshi mentioned that the Chaos Knife was going to kill people, and immediately slashed towards the desk.

The scorpion was startled, and hurriedly dodged to the side, the table was split in half, and if he was slower, he would have been killed by this guy.

Wu Mingshi didn't intend to kill him, but just wanted to show him some color to avoid wasting time.

"That's what you fucking do to me..."

"It's been a long time since I saw you find someone to kill me."

"I'm not sorry for you."

"Jinjia."

The lame yelled the name of the boss of the Illuminati.

"Your talk is way too much."

"Your old friend is my pony now, and I'm a..."

"Terrifying person."

"I like to kill people, you know."

"In short, quickly identify this thing."

"If you can't hold back a word in 2 minutes."

"Don't say it's a silver party, I chopped up all your belongings."

Wuming took out the toothed sword, threw it in front of him and said harsh words, not joking.

(End of this chapter)