Data Wasteland

Soon after Chen Xing and the two left, a large number of sand trucks dragged billowing smoke and rushed over aggressively, surrounding the caravan. At a glance, there are thirty or forty vehicles. Except for the driver, there were one or two mercenaries armed with guns in each car, yelling, shouting, and booing at the caravan.

"Raise your hands and kneel down!" "Kill them!" "Kill them!" "Babies, I will dig out your heart and liver!" "I will kick your ass!"

Looking at the fierce mercenaries, the fat chief had a cold sweat on his forehead. He raised his hands and knelt on the ground, shivering. The others also knelt on the ground, afraid to take a mouthful of the atmosphere.

The head is a red off-road vehicle with a retro semi-cylindrical body, shiny paint, the design of the front two wheels and the rear four wheels, the rear wing like insect membrane wings, and two fronts similar to container trucks. The exhaust pipe looks like an insect crawling on the ground.

Anyone who knows the goods can recognize it at a glance. This is a mid-to-high-end off-road vehicle of Hongtu Heavy Industry-armed crickets. It is very valuable, and the second-hand one costs more than two thousand gold coins.

A fat and strong man got out of the car. Wearing a dark green military cap on top of his head, most of his face is covered by black sunglasses, he has a thick cigar in his mouth, his upper body is a camouflage short-sleeved shirt, his lower body is shorts with suspenders, his face is moustache, his arms and calves The hair on the top was black and rough, and there was a sense of majesty in the roughness.

He glanced around, his eyes swept across everyone, even through the sunglasses, it can make people shudder.

After a while, the mercenary leader put his hands on his hips, spit out the cigar hard, and asked roughly, "Who is in charge here?"

Maybe it was too scared, no one answered for a long while.

"Who!" The mercenary leader increased his tone, and the caravan accountant kneeling on the ground immediately pushed the fat leader. The latter woke up and said quickly, "It's me, it's me..."

The mercenary leader strode over, raised his big hand like a fan, and slapped the fat leader's face with a slap. With a "pop", the fat man's head collar fell to the ground, his white and fat face swelled at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning from white to red, then to black.

"The murderer who killed me!" the mercenary leader asked in a deep voice.

"Let's go, let's go, I, we can't stop..." the fat leader said with a trembling voice, chewing blood in his mouth, vaguely.

"What!" The mercenary leader became furious, and the fat leader slumped on the ground with fright, covering his face with his hands, frightened.

A mercenary leaned over and said in the leader's ear, "People have been chased."

Hearing this news, the mercenary leader's anger finally faded a little, and then he waved his hand and shouted, "Move me!"

Upon receiving the order, the mercenaries jumped out of the truck one after another, looking for the goods on the truck.

While waiting, the mercenary leader suddenly noticed the female mercenary kneeling in the crowd, his eyes lit up, and several subordinates walked over.

A Qiaomu lowered his head and knelt on the ground with his hands raised. Suddenly, she felt the top of her head go dark, raised her head subconsciously, and saw a big face with a beard and scum. Perhaps it was a woman's sixth sense. The moment she saw the mercenary leader, her eyes showed despair. Although it was fleeting, it was still caught by the other party.

The corner of the mercenary leader's mouth evokes a cruel arc, stretches out his hand to pinch her chin, and slowly lifts it upwards. The strength of the opponent was so great that her jaw hurt and she had to stand up with the opponent's movements.

"Tsk tut..."

The mercenary leader looked at it carefully and made a squeaking sound.

The bronzed skin was shiny and shiny, as if she had been coated with sunscreen. The body is mature and well-built, and you can see that it is the result of years of fighting. Although the appearance can only be regarded as medium, there is a mature woman's charm between the eyebrows. It is this charm that has raised her overall appearance to the upper middle level. Even if it is put in a bar in a big city, it is a popular item.

Feeling the malicious gaze, A Qiaomu opened his eyes and glared at the mercenary leader.

It's okay not to stare, a stare even arouses the desire to conquer the mercenary leader. He likes this sturdy, violent, wild woman. Use all kinds of methods to completely defeat them and enjoy a great sense of accomplishment.

The more he watched, the more satisfied he became, loosened the opponent's chin, grabbed a handful of the opponent's plump chest, and then praised the opponent's murderous eyes, "What a good bitch."

"brute!"

Before A Qiaomu broke out, the white mercenary next to him broke out first. Accompanied all the way, he has developed a huge affection for this sandman woman, but he has not had the courage to confess. He couldn't watch his beloved woman being humiliated, unforgivable, and hit the mercenary leader with a punch.

The fists were full of power and power, but the moment they touched the cheek of the mercenary leader, a ray of blue light flashed. It seems to have suffered a huge repulsive force, and there is a gap of one centimeter between the fist and the face, and he can no longer get in.

The mercenary leader gave a cold snort and hit the white mercenary's belly with a fist. The white mercenary immediately fell over his stomach, and several of his men rushed up and smashed them with the butts of their rifles.

At this moment, A Qiao Mu drew his knife and slashed it towards the neck of the mercenary leader. But saw the mercenary leader grabbing the blade with his hand

There were bursts of blue light, spreading outward like ripples.

"Uh…"

A Qiaomu flicked his machete desperately, but didn't move. Two mercenaries rushed up from behind and twisted her arms.

The mercenary leader showed a cruel smile, lightly patted A Qiaomu's face, and said with a bit of mockery, "Little bitch, I promise..." He rubbed his hands up, "Tonight will be an unforgettable night." Then He squeezed **** the bump again.

"Quenching!"

A Qiaomu spit on the mercenary leader's face. The latter suddenly looked like an angry lion, with a hideous face, "You will pay for it!" He breathed a little bit quickly, and seemed to be suppressing his anger, "I promise, you will regret it!"

"Take her away!" The mercenary leader yelled, and several mercenaries immediately escorted Aqiao to the armed cricket.

The back seat of the armed cricket is very spacious and can accommodate five or six men. In a short while, A Qiaomu was backcuffed and controlled in the car.

In the next twenty minutes, the mercenaries of the Black Eagle Group ransacked the caravan's finances. However, they still abide by the rules, except for cash, belongings and goods, they did not move everyone's money in the black table. This made the fat leader relieved a lot, as long as the other party still cares about fame, at least he won't do too much, at least there is no problem with survival.

"Come here." The mercenary leader beckoned to the fat leader. Although the fat leader was a little scared, he didn't dare not pass. He trot to the other side, nodded and bowed and asked, "Big brother, what's the matter?"

"Oh..." The mercenary leader sighed, and he didn't know where he got a rag and pretended to wipe the dust off his face.

The picture is indescribably weird. Both people are fat, but one is puffy and the other is really fat.

The Fatty head was flattered, but he didn't dare to speak, lowered his hands and stood there honestly.

"I can't help it. Two brothers died. It's not easy to make business." The mercenary leader said, looking embarrassed, as if it was them who were wronged.

"Yes, yes, elder brother is right." The fat leader nodded desperately like a chicken pecking at rice, for fear that the other party would not believe it.

"I'll see you later, still friends." The mercenary leader stretched out his hand.

"Of course!" The fat leader hurriedly shook his hand. "It's all the rules in the wilderness. Life is not easy. Be considerate of each other..."

After a while, the mercenary leader sat on the armed cricket, waved his hand, and left with all his men. Looking at the sand and dust going away, the fat man's head and feet were soft and collapsed to the ground...