Global wasteland: I am as good as a god with a machine

The drug dealers Wu Mian faced were weaker than he imagined.

With the vehicle damaged, the drug dealers were unable to evacuate and could only rely on the terrain to hold on. Even though Wu Mian only exposed four pistols, the drug dealers did not launch a counterattack and made it clear that they would protect the goods in the vehicle to the death.

Two minutes after the shootout, a red light flashed over the heads of the drug dealers.

"boom!"

Wu Mian fired a shot, and the drone in the sky was blown up by the shot and turned into a ball of flame.

Nan Ci caught a glimpse of Wu Mian's movements out of the corner of his eye, and there was a hint of admiration in his eyes.

Although she has not received systematic military training, as the leader of the Worker Bee Organization, with hard training, if measured by soldier standards, she can reach at least an average level.

But Wu Mian's shot made her feel envious.

Yes, it's not that he feels inferior, but outright envy. At least Nan Ci doesn't think that he can possess such superb marksmanship.

Judging from the straight-line distance, the drone just now was more than 70 meters away from them.

The powerful revolver in Wu Mian's hand has an effective range of up to 100 meters, but basically no one shoots at this distance.

When shooting at a moving target, even if you can hit the target 100 times at a distance of thirty meters, you are considered a sharpshooter, and fifty meters is an insurmountable dividing line.

After more than fifty meters, the difficulty will increase exponentially with every additional meter.

Wu Mian's shooting just now was completely a subconscious act done in one go.

Except for synthesizers equipped with coordination modules above the industrial level, Nan Ci has never seen ordinary people possess such abilities.

Wu Mian's mechanical spine cannot even reach the civilian level and has no benefit effect, indicating that his shooting relies entirely on muscle memory.

Wu Mian didn't take the shot he just took seriously at all, and without even thinking about it too much, he asked Nan Ci: "Has our deployment been completed?"

"report!"

Nan Ci retracted his thoughts, pressed the embedded headset, waited for about three seconds, and nodded to Wu Mian: "All our people are in place. The secret sentry along the way has seen the reinforcements of the Wolf King Association. There are two units in total.

Pickup trucks and several motorcycles.”

"boom!"

Wu Mian fired a shot, and the bullet hit the exposed calf of the middle-aged drug dealer leader. Taking advantage of the opponent's body shaking, he fired another shot and shot him in the head: "Leave this place to others, let's go down.

Do business."

…

As one of the top gangs, the Wolf King Club has unquestionable dominance in the Jiangjunwei area.

Someone dared to rob the goods they sold just a few kilometers away from General Wei. This was a blatant provocation to their authority, and it was absolutely intolerable behavior.

On the road leading to the mass graves, more than a dozen locomotives roared forward, and two pickup trucks with machine guns on the carriages behind them kept bumping along with the undulations of the terrain.

As the lamp swayed, it illuminated the murderous faces in the carriage.

At a high point 200 meters away, Wu Mian stared at the motorcade in the distance with his binoculars and asked in a low voice: "Can it be solved?"

"Although the Wolf King Guild is powerful, its weapons are relatively backward. In any case, the Worker Bees are also a paramilitary organization. In a head-on confrontation, we may not be the opponent of the Wolf King Guild, but in the face of this small-scale conflict, we have a guaranteed chance of victory."

Nan Ci charged the laser sniper rifle in his hand to the threshold and pointed it at the convoy: "Which one should I destroy?"

"Wow!"

Wu Mian pulled the bolt of the akm's gun, followed the movement of the convoy through the double sight for about a second, and then decisively pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

The bullets whirled, and the motorcycle rider at the front of the convoy was shot in the head. The vehicle rolled over, and the people behind were also thrown ten meters away.

"Squeak!"

A sudden change occurred, and the motorcycles in the queue slowed down one after another and moved towards a pickup truck behind them.

Wu Mian saw the direction of their escort and said in a deep voice: "Take the lead."

"Boom!"

A stream of red fireflies shot out along with the tremor of the rifle, and the pickup truck in the distance instantly exploded into a fireball.

"Da da da!"

Gunfire flashed on both sides of the road, and the gang members on the motorcycle had no way to dodge. They were all swept away by bullets. Several ownerless motorcycles rushed forward in random directions.

"Bang! Bang!"

Wu Mian fired two shots again. The first shot hit the driver of the pickup truck, and the second shot hit the right front wheel of the pickup truck, causing it to deflect, avoid the wreckage of the car in front, and hit the car on the side of the road.

on trees.

"boom!"

An arc grenade rolled down to the bottom of the pickup truck. After the explosion, the arc jumped. The people in the car were shocked by the electric shock, and their bodies were paralyzed and they lost the strength to resist.

The worker bee members lurking on both sides of the road swarmed up, opened the car door, and dragged the remaining three people inside out of the car.

Wu Mian quickly rushed to the car, looked at the three people who were kneeling on the ground, and looked them over: "Who among you is taking the lead?"

"You bastard! You're looking for your fucking death!" A young man had veins on his neck and roared hysterically at Wu Mian: "Have you thought about what will happen if you attack us while the generals are surrounded? When our people arrive, you will be killed.

Burned alive!”

"boom!"

Wu Mian raised his revolver and shot the noisy young man in the head with one shot. He looked at the remaining two people expressionlessly: "You two, who is taking the lead?"

Another young man swallowed and looked at the ponytailed middle-aged man next to him with erratic eyes.

"boom!"

Wu Mian shot the young man to death, and then looked at the remaining Lao Kong: "Who are you?"

Lao Kong saw Wu Mian acting so brutally and took a deep breath: "Which gang are you from? Now that I have fallen into your hands, I will admit it! If you have any demands, we can talk about it."

Wu Mian answered the wrong question: "I ask who you are."

Lao Kong gritted his teeth: "My name is Kong Wei, and I am the strategist of the Wolf King Association. You don't even know me, which means you have no grudge against the Wolf King Association. We still have something to talk about, right?"

"Do we have anything to talk about?"

Wu Mian put the pistol back into the holster on his waist and looked at Lao Kong with gloomy eyes: "Choose a way to die. Do you want to die by gunfire? Cutting the throat? Or suffocation?"

"..."

Seeing that Lao Kong was silent, Wu Mian's expression softened a little: "Don't be nervous. Just say whatever comes to mind. Speak freely. If you don't like my plan, you can make your own choice."

Lao Kong responded with some frustration: "I don't want to die!"

Wu Mian raised his middle finger and tapped Lao Kong's forehead: "Hey, don't go off topic!"

Lao Kong raised his head and looked at Wu Mian: "I really don't want to die! If we have anything to say, we can discuss it! If you want money or goods, just say it!"

When Wu Mian saw Lao Kong's appearance, the corners of his mouth raised slightly: "You were the ones who attacked the garbage dump, right?"

"Are you from the resistance army?" Lao Kong is a man who knows everything. When Wu Mian asked, his eyes jumped wildly: "Listen to me, this matter was done by Meng Lang and has nothing to do with me.

, Although I am a military advisor, I do not have such great energy to contact synthetic humans, and..."

Wu Mian interrupted Lao Kong: "Who did it?"

"It's Zhang Fuhai, who is known as the number one madman in Kyoto!"

Nan Ci interrupted: "Is he from Hidden Dragon?"

A trace of doubt appeared in Lao Kong's eyes: "What is a hidden dragon?"

Wu Mian continued to ask: "Where is this Zhang Fuhai?"

"The location where we met was in the slums of Chao Town, but Meng Lang met him alone. I didn't know the content of their conversation. It was only when we were returning that I heard Meng Lang say that you live in a garbage dump...

"

In the middle of his words, Lao Kong saw Wu Mian's hand touching his waist, opened his eyes wide and shouted: "I have told you everything I know, you promised me not to kill me!"

Wu Mian raised his arm and opened the firing hammer: "I have never said this."

"You fucking...!"

"boom!"

The sound of gunshots was loud and carried far away in the evening wind.