What Duanmu Huai meant by Greenskins naturally wasn't that group of enthusiastic Orks shouting "WAGGGGG!" Although judging by their appearance, these fellows were tall and heavily muscled, looking hardly any different from Orks—but to Duanmu Huai, they actually looked more like the mutants he had seen in games before, people infected by viruses and then mutated by radiation...
If there was one difference, it was that these fellows had black skin—pitch-black, as dark as coal.
"Damn, this world has Fallout too, huh? Where's BB Boy?"
Duanmu Huai got to his feet and couldn't help complaining. In his memories, the mutants on Fallout's wasteland loved nothing more than opening with a Miniature Nuclear Bomb... and by coincidence, these black-skinned mutants were also carrying something similar, or at least something that looked similar.
Where the hell had these bastards come from? How had he never seen them before?
Duanmu Huai scratched his head. They had already been in this world for several days, and he had even driven his train all over the streets, yet that still hadn't attracted these fellows. Where had they crawled out from today?
Still, it served as a reminder to Duanmu Huai. Fortunately, he hadn't been driving just now. Otherwise, if they had fired a Miniature Nuclear Bomb at his train while he was sleeping, that would have been terrifying enough.
"Hahahahaha!"
At that moment, the mutants charged over as well. When they saw Duanmu Huai standing up, one of them immediately laughed loudly and raised the RPG in its hands again...
Are you freaking done blowing things up yet?!
"Okegis!"
Duanmu Huai naturally couldn't let these lousy mutants keep firing. He roared furiously, and Okegis swung up her right hand. In the next moment, that mutant was cut in half at the waist. Its body jerked