"I told you it's no good, you stupid waste!"

The voice of the girl in front snorted coldly, the handle of the submachine gun in her hand pointing at me, the muzzle of the bullet almost touching my nose. I shuddered and dodged to the side. "Killing is so cruel, what if I leave you with a perfect scar?"

I put on a pitiful face, and the girl snorted in disdain. "Yeah, right. You'd still be dead if I didn't." With that, she raised her hand, intending to shoot me again.

I knew this was my last chance. If I was shot now, I would really die. I quickly thought, what would happen if I was shot? In the world of废土, death was very serious. When you died, you were a waste, and you would forever become the fuel for others. Even if you were a waste, death should be avoided as much as possible.

I saw that the girl was about to shoot, and I quickly dodged to one side. While dodging, I picked up the pieces of equipment around me and threw them at the girl. "Ah, these things are not good, throw them away!"