Data Wasteland

After going down the mountain, the four of them went around again and found some car marks.

A Qiaomu looked at it for a while, then judged, "It's an armed cricket."

"Good guy, it's an armed cricket, maybe it's a private job!" Cassie exclaimed.

Chen Xing walked over and took a look. The tire's texture was in the shape of fish scales, which was indeed unique to armed crickets.

The armed cricket is a mid-to-high-end all-terrain off-road vehicle produced by Hongtu Heavy Industries. It is known as the "wilderness sports car". Instead of traditional inflatable inner tubes or tubeless tires, they are filled with dove-egg-shaped "dark-field rubber fiber bubbles". The super tires can not only meet the elastic needs of traditional tires, but also are particularly durable. However, due to the internal mechanical structure, fish scale-like tread marks will be produced, which is very iconic.

Armed crickets are of great value, and being able to equip them with such vehicles means that the strength of the mercenary group is not low. What Cassie said was that the people in the mercenary group came out to work privately without the consent of the upper echelon. Those who are able to drive armed crickets are closely related to the head of the regiment in all likelihood. Chen Xing immediately made a judgment:

"withdraw!"

They must leave as soon as possible, otherwise the mercenary group will come back to seek revenge, but they can't stop them. The people present are all veterans, so you don't need to say much, you know everything in your heart. Quickly return to the camp and let the caravan drive overnight.

But by the afternoon of the next day, he was caught up by the mercenary group. The speed of the truck is far less than that of the off-road vehicle, the body is heavy, and the tire marks are very clear.

"The black eagle group handles business, the vehicle in front of you should stop immediately, otherwise it won't matter! The black eagle group handles business, the vehicle in front of you should stop immediately, otherwise..."

There was a warning sound on the public shortwave radio communication channel. Turning his head and looking at it, the sand was rolling in the distance, and there seemed to be a large number of vehicles chasing him. Chen Xing assembled the sniper rifle and was about to get down to aim, but at this moment, the fat leader's hurried voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Stop, don't shoot, don't resist!"

There are a total of five mercenaries in the merchant group. One died before, but now there are only four left, and there is no chance of winning at all. The fat leader chose to surrender. According to the rules, as long as the caravan surrenders, people can survive except money and goods looted.

As far as the goods are concerned, they are all scraps recovered from the fringe towns and ready to be sent to the recycling plant, which is not worth a few dollars. He doesn't have much cash. As for the money in the account, the refugees who do not have a black watch cannot post it. How can citizens with a black watch dare to leave a posting record?

Seeing the motorcade that stopped slowly, Chen Xing frowned and hesitated for a few seconds. He picked up the sniper rifle, jumped off the truck, pulled the fat boss off the only jeep in the caravan, and turned over.

The fat leader was a bit unreasonable and didn't say anything, letting Chen Xing get in the car.

"Brother, take me!" Seeing Cassie, he ran over in threes and twos and rushed to the passenger seat.

Chen Xing turned to look at A Qiaomu and the white mercenary not far away, both of them seemed a little hesitant, as if they didn't want to leave alone.

In just a few seconds, the vehicle of the Black Eagle Group appeared in the field of vision. Chen Xing couldn't wait. He stepped on the accelerator, turned the front of the car, and rushed to the side. Not to mention that he has valuable collections on his body. The two gunmen were killed by him. Others surrender may be able to save their lives, but he certainly can't. And more importantly, he did not have the habit of handing over his fate to others. It is impossible for him to sit and wait for death!

After driving a few hundred meters, several dune buggies of the Black Eagle Group chased them, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air.

"Shoo, hoo..."

The bullet grazed from the side, and Chen Xing glanced at Cassie and threw himself back into the back seat. Cassie immediately rolled into the driving position and took over the steering wheel.

Chen Xing quickly poured psychic energy, and the bullet in the magazine became agitated. This M4 has been transformed by Aaliyah, with a flame effect, which is first-class to deal with machinery.

"Da da da!"

A shuttle of orange-red bullets swept out, and the sand cart chasing at the front made a "boom", and the flames rushed. Then the front of the car tilted and rolled over.

"Wow!" Cassidy cried, "Mr Qin, you are really amazing!" He slapped the steering wheel hard, excited, "I love you to death!"

"Shut up..." Chen Xing said in a deep voice, "If you don't want your **** to bloom."

"Mr Qin, I am your only teammate, the only one!" Cassie shouted.

When the two were talking, another sand truck caught fire, and the screams were mixed in the howling wind.

Immediately afterwards, Chen Xing felt a pain in his scalp and dodged downwards.

"Clang clang!"

As soon as his head was retracted, sparks flew from the rear of the car, and the sound of breaking through the air grazed overhead. At the same time, the blue light on the back of Cassie's head shook, and his head hit the steering wheel.

"I was shot, I was shot!"

Cassie screamed in a panic, and the jeep crashed like it was drunk. Chen Xing rolled around in the back seat, miserable.

"I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding..." Cassie touched the back of his head, looked at the blood in his hands, and muttered to himself.

Chen Xing couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted, "Drive it better, or I will blow your head.

! "

"Clang clang!"

As soon as the voice fell, a shuttle bullet swept from the side, hitting the door of the car, clinking.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Cassie gradually woke up, holding the steering wheel with both hands, and steadying the car. But at this time, the two sand trucks had doubled over and shot at them.

Seeing the blue light flashing on Cassie's body several times, and the shield gradually dissipating, Chen Xing gritted his teeth and shouted, "Bump over!"

"Where!" Cassie asked loudly.

"Whatever!" As soon as Chen Xing's voice fell, Cassie slammed the steering wheel, and the jeep slammed into the sand truck on the side.

"Kang Dang!"

With a loud noise, the two cars joined together. Chen Xingfei rushed over and thrust a knife into the chest of the archer in the back seat. The archer's eyes widened and he fell out of the car. Chen Xing picked up the opponent's assault rifle and slammed a **** on the back of the driver's head. The driver slammed his head on the steering wheel, splashing blood and fainted.

The vehicle was out of control, and Chen Xing flew out first, hitting a dozen rolls on the ground. When I got up, I turned dizzy and my vision was blurred.

In a blink of an eye, the two cars in front collided together. Cassie drew his knife and stabbed a shooter to death. At about the same time, the driver drew his pistol and banged it on Cassie's shoulder. Cassie leaned back and fell out of the car.

"Nigger!" The driver yelled, and was about to make up a shot, but there was no warning in his head.

Cassie's eyes widened, and plasma sprayed his face. Turning his head to look, Chen Xing was holding the silver pistol in both hands, with blood covering his head and face.

"Go!" Chen Xing limped over, and Cassie shook his head, climbed into the jeep, and quickly fled.