Return from the second dimension

"Hey, you little guy, I really can't help you!"

Uncle Jim sighed. He has always felt helpless for Morris's habit of "picking up people".

Over the course of several years, this kid "picked up" more than a dozen unidentified injured vagrants. Some of them died soon after being picked up. Some chose to leave after recovering. Stayed in their team.

Including Jim himself, he was actually picked up by Morris. After he recovered from his injuries, he stayed and became the trusted Uncle Jim.

Therefore, Uncle Jim really has no way to stop Morris from picking up people, and he is often responsible for helping Morris to bring the people "picked up" back to his place of residence.

As for whether the opponent is dangerous, Uncle Jim never needs to worry, because he has enough confidence to ensure that his companion will not be harmed.

It's just that the unconscious man in front of him made Uncle Jim feel a little uneasy, and subconsciously wanted to refuse Morris' request.

"The situation is dangerous now, we can't..."

When Uncle Jim said this, he happened to see Morris's gaze asking for help. In the end, his heart softened. He inserted the machete in his hand into the scabbard and reached out to try to pick up the man lying on the ground.

But when he grabbed the man's body and was about to pull it up, he found that the other person seemed to grow on the ground, unable to move at all!

"Damn it, is this guy a robot, how can he be so heavy?"

Uncle Jim was shocked. If the opponent was a robot, he would never take it back, because that would very likely bring danger to his companions.

However, when he saw the man's broken flesh and Bai Sensen's bones, he immediately made a judgment. This is definitely a normal human being with flesh and blood!

"Morris, we can't take him away because I can't move it at all!"

Uncle Jim shook his head helplessly, and reached out to grab Morris' arm, trying to take him away from here.

Morris also saw the scene just now and stood up unwillingly. He understood that the current situation was very dangerous. If they were caught in a storm of destruction, none of them could survive!

Although he has only seen the destruction storm from a distance, Morris is very aware of its horror. Those dark clouds composed of countless micro-robots will refine and decompose all recyclable materials, then hit them and store them, and continue. Produce new micro robots!

Fortunately, they have always been active only near garbage mountains. Every time new garbage is dumped, a dark cloud composed of such micro-robots will appear, collecting various resources they need from the garbage.

After being collected by these micro-robots, almost all the garbage will be cut and decomposed, become riddled with holes, or even become powder, and can no longer be used at all!

It is for this reason that the indigenous people will try to find some useful and complete items from the garbage mountain before the appearance of micro robots to make the tools they need.

However, when the micro robot is working, there must be no creatures around on the garbage mountain, otherwise the micro robot will treat it as a part of the garbage and cut it down without hesitation!

Therefore, when the terrifying storm comes, the indigenous people will desperately flee the area where the garbage mountain is, so as not to be completely swallowed.

The only blame is that this comatose guy was unlucky, so he passed out on the trash mountain and couldn't move it at all!

"Okay Uncle Jim, let's leave quickly!"

Standing up quickly, Morris carried the bag with the sundries on his back and was about to leave.

But at this moment, he felt that his calf was grabbed by someone, like iron tongs, and then he saw Uncle Jim pulling out the machete nervously, staring at Morris's back.

"Let go of him, or I will kill you!"

As Uncle Jim's roar sounded, Morris also turned his body nervously and looked at the unconscious man just now.

A pair of clear and calm eyes that seemed to be able to see everything, just like this, they looked at Morris together, causing his body to shake slightly.

"Please help me get out of here, thank you!"

After the man said this, he squeezed his palm fiercely, and then Morris saw a glimmer of light flashing from his hand, and it seemed that a strange power appeared at the same time.

Morris ran forward two steps subconsciously, but he felt that there seemed to be something light and fluttering on his legs, and then he found that all his companions were looking at him in a daze.

Behind the transparent lens, there are horrified eyes!

"Damn it, what's going on?"

Uncle Jim let out a low growl, and a lunge rushed to Morris's side and slammed his calf twice.

Morris leaned over and looked curiously, only to find that the man who was as heavy as an iron block just now seemed to be floating in a hovering position, shaking with his footsteps.

Only after a brief period of sobriety, the man has fallen into a coma again.

Seeing that Uncle Jim could not pull away the hand of the unconscious man and was trying to raise the machete in his hand, Morris hurriedly shouted: "Uncle Jim, you can't do this!"

"Since he asks us for help and he is not as heavy as he was just now, shall we take him away?"

"No, don't you see how abnormal this guy is, God knows what monster he is?"

Uncle Jim looked determined, ignoring Morris's dissuasion, raised the machete in his hand again, and slammed it at the man's arm.

"Boom!"

The machete directly landed on the man's arm, but the scene of blood splashing did not appear. On the contrary, the battle knife was directly bounced by huge force and landed on the garbage dump more than ten meters away.

A companion rushed to pick up the machete, only to find that the cutting edge on it had been rolled up and it was seriously damaged!

Because of the extreme scarcity of metal, this Uncle Jim cherished this machete extremely. Seeing that his weapon was damaged, the corners of his distressed mouth kept twitching.

Morris was taken aback just now, but when he saw the machete flying out, but the man’s arm was intact, he heaved a long sigh of relief and said to Uncle Jim: “Uncle Jim, since you can’t get rid of him , We can only take him back temporarily, and then consider other things!"

"Furthermore, this person is very mysterious and he must be very capable. If he can help us in repaying his gratitude, maybe it can make us live better!"

Seeing Morris's resolute look, Uncle Jim could only sigh helplessly, and let everyone leave here as soon as possible, because a terrifying storm is coming.

As for Morris, who was running at the back of the team, he looked very strange at the moment, because a man who looked like a balloon was grabbing his calf with one arm and was still shaking with the bumps of the run!