Chapter 82

Ling'Er then brought Moni and Lala out of Angry Reef City at dawn. From here, they were around 12,000 kilometers away from the Blue Brilliant Mountain, also known as the Blue-collar Mountain Range, where the Parkland plutocrat was located.

Even if he travelled day and night, he would still need nearly a month to reach it.

During this trip, he would have to travel through over a hundred bases, several gorges, lakes, and even the abyss zone created by the collision of the continent's plates.

In short, it would not be a pleasant journey.

Even if he didn't talk about the environment, the Parkland plutocrats wouldn't let him reach his destination easily.

It was impossible not to make the initial provision, and the supply needed to go to other bases.

He was confident that Parkland would soon learn of him, as soon as he passed three or five mid-sized bases.

After all, as one of the few major corporate powers, there were many companies and bases attached to Parkland's wings.

Zero was not in a hurry, and he knew that in order to obtain the greatest benefit, he had to first exert the greatest fear.

He also knew what Sauron, who had once had an unpleasant encounter with him, had meant when he determined that he was headed for his family headquarters.

Saurun would certainly use his family's power to deal with him, and what he had to do now was to smash every obstacle in his path. He would become a nightmare that the Parkland plutocrats would not be able to destroy.

What he did not know was that before he could set out, Sauron had already sent for the White-headed Eagle to deal with him.

If the White-headed Eagle hadn't gone to Elk Town, that place would have been inconvenient for transportation and there wouldn't have been an effective communication system established between the bases that were tens of thousands of kilometers away. Thus, it was only at the end of the day that the White-headed Eagle found out that its son Kabu had been killed by Zero.

Otherwise, if Zero had not made his move, this assassin would have long been looking for him in the Raging Reef City for bad luck.

Zero-drive locomotives are nocturnal. The ultraviolet rays of the day are particularly intense, but the chances of encountering mutants are much less than at night, thus reducing many unnecessary variables.

Before leaving, he bought Monnie a protective suit and a medical kit so that the girl would have enough conditions to roam around during the day.

As for Zero himself, the protective suit he was wearing was just a tool to conceal the changes in his body.

Even before he had the ability to do so, the amount of radiation from the sun could not cause him any damage. Furthermore, he now possessed a superpower and had experienced a genetic shock. His ability to resist the radiation was on par with some powerful monsters.

At night, Zero would camp out in the wide terrain.

This was learned from the diary that had been presented to him. Although he would often be able to find a relatively intact settlement in the rubble, it was naturally more comfortable to rest in than in a tent.

However, the ruins under the night sky could be the hunting ground for death. All sorts of mutated creatures roaming around would be willing to sacrifice their fresh flesh and blood.

During the night, Monique was taught the common sense of field solo combat and survival in an almost procedural fashion.

He could have sworn he had never taught anyone, but he had taught Monnie like an instructor.

Monnie accepted it quickly. The little girl was like a sponge, desperately trying to absorb the moisture in her knowledge.

When Monnie could recite her theoretical knowledge backwards, zero began to teach her the basics of combat.

Among them were Zero's best scouts and snipers. Occasionally, he taught Monnie the art of using daggers to fight, only to discover that this little girl displayed amazing talent in controlling cold weapons when compared to other skills.

After a few days of practice, the two of them used tree branches to fight. If it was purely about moves, Monnie and Zero could already attack and defend.

Although Zero was not good at cold weapons, he also had the most basic fighting ability.

Furthermore, Monnie was only a twelve or thirteen year old little girl. To be able to achieve such a feat could only be described as' genius'.

Sometimes Monnie would play with a dagger and make all sorts of fancy attacks. He was absolutely certain that Monnie had more fighting talent.

If an opportunity presented itself and Monnie had to undergo a genetic shock, there was no doubt that she would be able to produce her own cold weapons.

This reminded him of Su, the female swordswoman who was also quite accomplished in this area. She might be more suitable to become Moni's mentor than Zero.

And she was a woman, and it was easier to get along with Monnie.

However, he didn't know where the female swordsman was. Was she making money for a mission, or was she bitterly searching for her enemy?

The campfire jumped, making the beef stewed in a pan over the flames very soft.

The broth made from artificial seasoning gives the meat a vanilla taste.

Naturally, this kind of food would not come from nothing. To him, a tube of nutrients was enough for two days of regular consumption.

Therefore, this beef stew was made by Monnie. The little girl's talent in culinary skills was no worse than her ability to control cold weapons. She even thought that Monnie would be able to manage a restaurant by herself.

Of course, that was at least when she was an adult.

As he ate a bowl of soup like this in silence, he divided the portion into four parts, while Monnie only drank a small bowl herself.

This was the standard wilderness rule. Food was given first to strong adult men, then to women and children, and the old men were given the least because they did not contribute at all.

But a bowl of beef broth doesn't give more energy than a tube of nutrients, so it pours at least half of the broth into Monnie's bowl.

After all, during her time with Johnson, she had eaten less than even the dog Johnson had kept.

Food was incomparably precious to her, so when she filled the bowl with an extra bowl of broth, Monnie's eyes turned red.

She made no effort to eat every drop of soup in the bowl.

This is another reason Zero-like this child, in Monnie, you can always get her love of life.

Even so, it is only in the act of trying to be alive.

But as a little girl, in the face of this pitiless world, she was already far stronger than anyone else.

Late at night, the bonfire flickered.

Zero sat by the fire, Coltrane at his knees, on the watch.

Meanwhile, Monnie had been sleeping in the tent with Lala in her arms. At her age, what she needed the most was food and rest in order to quickly grow up.

Therefore, the night watch was a zero-based job. To him, light sleep with his eyes closed every night was enough to recover the energy he needed for his daily routine. He would only get a good night's sleep when he went into the base to replenish his supplies.

Like now, it was like falling asleep. In fact, his ears were monitoring the area within a kilometer.

At this moment, Zero's ears twitched. A faint sound of gunshots came from afar, followed by the man's curses and the roars of a few wild beasts.