Chapter 190:103. Passionate Wilderness_2
Translator: 549690339
What he was really worried about were the two issues of appearance and legal identity.
He had a high-bridged nose, deep eye sockets, icy blue eyes, and his skin was somewhat pale due to the sunlessness all year round.
All of these traits were unlike the local people of the Golden Federation.
Moreover, Noland Lee had tried, but the “Disguise as a Living Corpse” technique had very limited ability to modify skin color.
Noland Lee could roughly simulate the appearance of the Federation people, but he had no way of changing his skin color.
The skin of the Golden Federation’s people was much darker than that of the Empire’s people, noticeably darker.
This was caused by the two suns overhead…
Yes, two suns.
In the Empire, the sun and the stars were never seen.
There was no such trouble in the Federation.
There were two suns in their sky.
One large and one small.
Like a grown-up sun brother, dragging a still-childhood sun brother, wandering in the blue sky.
Looking up at the two suns from the ground, the larger sun was about the size of a clenched fist.
Its appearance and color were exactly the same as the “sun” in Noland Lee’s memory.
As for the smaller sun, it was only the size of a “1 yuan” coin and showed a dim blue color.
When Noland Lee first saw the suns of this world, he was truly shocked.
But he soon discovered that having an extra sun in the sky didn’t seem to be a big problem…
It was nothing more than being hotter, stuffier, having darker skin, and needing to drink a few more glasses of water every day.
As long as a third sun didn’t appear, forming the legendary “three-body” structure, everything was still within an acceptable range.
Under these lighting conditions, Noland Lee felt that his skin would soon become like that of the local people of the Golden Federation.
Just these few days of wind and sun exposure had worn off much of his original skin color.
What was more troublesome was the color of his pupils.
Most of the Federation had black or brown pupils and no icy blue ones.
Noland Lee could cover his face with a face towel, and wait until the facial features of the Empire people faded before removing the face towel.
But how could he deal with the color of his pupils?
He couldn’t just dig his eyes out and replace them with fake ones, could he…
So the best way was to wear sunglasses to cover his pupils, which would reduce a lot of unnecessary attention.
“Pa… pa… pa…”
The crisp sound of gunshots echoed through the empty wilderness.
Noland Lee pulled away from his thoughts and slowed down his pace.
He listened sideways and determined that the gunshots came from the direction of the caravan.
Going up to a high spot, he saw that the caravan had stopped not far away and was engaged in a battle with another group of people using firearms.
Both sides were fighting fiercely, and neither had noticed that an unfamiliar person had appeared at the edge of the field.
Noland Lee used the gentle slope of the wilderness to hide his figure, inching closer to the battlefield.
He crawled forward, sticking close to the ground, reached the top of a gentle slope, and peeked out half of his head from the grass to take a look at the caravan as well as the people fighting the caravan.
“Interesting, the vehicles of this caravan are four-wheeled motorcycles with wide tires, and thick, large exhaust pipes. It seems that the Golden Federation has mastered internal combustion engine technology. The motorcycles have many patches and human skulls hanging as decorations. Hmm, these guys don’t seem to be good people, otherwise, they wouldn’t use ‘skulls’ as a sign of authority.”
Noland Lee determined that the caravan in front of him was not a kind one.
After seeing the actions of this caravan, he was even more convinced of this.
The attire of the caravan members was dominated by greasy waxed jackets and jeans with holes.
The weapons they used were roughly made homemade firearms double-barreled shotguns made of rusty metal plates, revolvers with slightly deformed barrels, and shotguns with overly large muzzles.
Such a group of wasteland-styled people stopped in the wilderness, not for camping, but for robbing a campsite.
The tents in this campsite were dark green, similar to the color of the grass.
From a distance, it was difficult to find traces of the campsite.
Noland Lee also noticed the existence of this campsite just then.
There were ten people on the caravan side and only five on the campsite side.
Both sides had crudely made firearms, but due to the large difference in numbers, the battle was soon decided.
It was at this moment, as Noland Lee watched in secret, that the people on the campsite side had already been annihilated by the caravan, and three of the caravan side had also died.S℮arch ɳewɳƟvel .Ɵrg on gƟƟgl℮
The surviving caravan members entered the campsite and looted it, taking all the fresh water, food, firearms, medicine, and backpacks to their vehicles.
Some of them were extremely cruel, cutting off the heads of the dead and hanging them on the back of the vehicles.
In the Suffering Borderland, a ghostly place, the suffering of mankind came from the Undead.
But in the Fission Wilderness, a place filled with greenery, the enemy of mankind seemed to be only mankind itself.
The cruelty and bloodshed inflicted by one’s own kind was far more shocking than when Noland Lee first encountered the Undead.
Seeing this situation, Noland Lee had the intention to take action.
Not for the sake of so-called justice, nor to avenge the unrelated campsite side.
But the evil deeds of the caravan side had given Noland Lee the impulse to passively deconstruct the caravan members and obtain a large amount of information.
And in this process, he would not feel any psychological burden at all.
[System Message: You are trying to deconstruct “unknown named car team members”]
[It is estimated that consuming 15 energy points will increase the degree of deconstruction to 100%]
