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

Yan Weicheng is just twenty-three years old this year and has been in the delivery business for five years. He is considered the youngest member of the Wolf King Club.

His motorcycle stopped in front of a dense forest, and he stared at the tree shadows in front of him with complex eyes that looked like ferocious living creatures, feeling an inexplicable horror.

Seeing his appearance, the deputy who was seven years older than Yan Weicheng had a slight smile on his face: "Why don't you leave suddenly? Are you afraid of the dark?"

"I have lived in the graveyard, how can I be afraid of these things that catch wind and shadows?"

Yan Weicheng's words have a sophistication that belies his age: "But this forest tonight gives me a very bad feeling. Let everyone prepare and turn around."

"Look back?"

The deputy opened his eyes wide: "You have to understand that we have been working day and night for seven days to produce this batch of goods. During this time, the number of calls from buyers has almost overwhelmed Brother Lang's phone number. We

If you want to go back, there must be a reason, right?"

"This forest gave me a very uneasy feeling today, and that's why."

Yan Weicheng looked at the dense forest in front of him and felt that he was being stared at by a cold and vicious danger: "I have never felt this way after all these years of trafficking."

"Haha, theology?"

The deputy was amused by this ridiculous reason and laughed: "Xiaoyan, we can't deliver the goods this time. I don't know what your uneasiness will bring about, but the execution hall's knife will definitely nail us to the wooden stake!"

You, I, are powerful, but we are not."

Yan Weicheng knew that his uneasiness, which was almost fearful, was not enough to prove the problem, but he believed in his sixth sense. This was a skill honed in a life of licking blood with a knife. At this moment, he just wanted to turn the motorcycle around, and it seemed that he was dying.

fled back to the general's siege.

But as the team leader, in order to suppress this group of desperadoes, Yan Weicheng could not show such cowardly thoughts, so he had to ask one of his cronies: "Have you contacted the brothers at the transit station in the woods?"

"No."

The young man at the back gestured to his cell phone: "The signal in this area is very poor, and we are not using satellite bracelets. It is common for us to not be able to find a signal."

The deputy was a little impatient: "Xiaoyan, if you can't come up with a reason to convince us, we have to keep going."

"Let's go!"

Seeing that he could not convince everyone to evacuate with him, Yan Weicheng turned the accelerator and rushed into the woods.

The reason why he is unwilling to enter the woods is because the magnetic field in this forest is disordered. Even the bracelets of the Golden Horse Group are unable to connect to the signal here. Once someone has a problem inside, it will be difficult to even send out a distress signal.

It takes three hours to ride through this forest.

When everyone passed by the transfer station at the top of the cliff, they found bodies lying on the ground in front of the wooden house.

Yan Weicheng's uneasiness was verified at this moment.

Everyone looked at An Shao lying in a pool of blood and immediately became vigilant. The deputy walked to the bonfire with sparks in the embers and checked the body's wounds: "The blood is still warm and the wounds are neat. They were caused by energy weapons!"

Yan Weicheng's uneasiness became more and more obvious: "Withdraw! Withdraw quickly!"

"Boohoo!"

Howling sounds came from the woods on both sides, and the experienced desperadoes instinctively began to look for bunkers.

While running, Yan Weicheng felt as if his thigh had been bitten by an insect. He reached out and touched it and pulled out a needle. Before he could raise his hand, his arm became paralyzed and he fell to the ground, although he was very conscious.

, the body also has feelings, but the central nervous system is paralyzed, making him look like a drunkard who has lost control of his body.

The specially equipped anesthesia needles at the nine locations took effect very quickly. A well-planned ambush ended within ten seconds, and the people responsible for transporting the goods all fell to the ground.

Wu Mian walked toward the crowd, put the military-grade contact lenses on his fingertips on his eyeballs, and his vision became brighter.

Shen Jiahong held the laser pistol and scanned the crowd: "Who is Yan Weicheng?"

When the deputy saw the attacker calling someone by name, he shouted without thinking: "That's the guy next to me in white clothes!"

"Bang!"

Shen Jiahong flicked his hand and shot the deputy in the head.

"Boohoo!"

The fireflies fired by energy weapons flickered in the darkness, and a group of thugs who were dedicated to delivering goods to the Wolf King Society soon turned into corpses all over the ground.

Yan Weicheng looked at the figures in the darkness and his breathing became rapid: "Who are you? My father is Meng Lang's driver Yan Jie. If you do anything bad to me, my father will definitely get to the bottom of it!"

"boom!"

Wu Mian smashed Yan Weicheng's knee with a shot, and aimed at Yan Weicheng's face as he screamed in pain: "Your father will pamper you, but society will not. Can you cooperate with me?"

Yan Weicheng's chest heaved: "I will die if I cooperate with you, right?"

"It will be easier to die. At least there will be a whole body."

Wu Mian sat on the stone next to Yan Weicheng, picked up an unburned branch from the bonfire, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and handed it to Yan Weicheng: "Should I smoke a cigarette and go on the road, or should I tie you down?"

In the woods, let you watch your own skin and flesh being torn apart bit by bit by unknown predators?"

The only choice made Yan Weicheng's psychological defense collapse: "What do you want to know?"

Wu Mian handed the cigarette to Yan Weicheng and asked him to take a puff: "In recent times, you Wolf King will be conducting large-scale transactions with the Spiritual Religion Group. Am I right?"

"We have never traded with any spiritual sect, but I know you are talking about Zhang Duba."

Seeing Wu Mian indicating that he should continue, Yan Weicheng said: "Wolf King Club does all business at the source and never trades with strangers or retail investors. Zhang Muba is a middleman. He will represent people who are not familiar with Wolf King Club."

Get the goods in our hands and be responsible for the transactions between both parties, so that Wolf King will not have to contact uninvestigated buyers."

Shen Jiahong asked: "Then how do you know that what we are looking for is Zhang Duba's client?"

Yan Weicheng took another puff of cigarette to suppress the severe pain in his leg: "I have been delivering goods to the Wolf King Club for five years. I know every customer very well. The only one I cannot contact is Zhang Duba's client.

In the past two months, he has obtained goods from us three times, all of which were traded in gold, and the amounts were extremely huge."

"No wonder the gold robbed by the Spiritual Religion Group cannot be found on the black market. It turns out that all these guys have invested in it to purchase goods. This is also a method of money laundering!"

Shen Jiahong turned his attention to Wu Mian: "These bastards are really ready to let themselves go on the road of crime."

Wu Mian was noncommittal and took the cigarette away from Yan Weicheng's mouth: "Where can I find Zhang Duba?"

Yan Weicheng remained silent.

Wu Mian smiled: "With conditions?"

Yan Weicheng looked at Wu Mian: "I have my girlfriend's number in my phone. Send me a message saying I love her."

Shen Jiahong was amused: "Huh? One of your legs has already entered the gate of hell. Why are you still thinking about this little thing in your crotch?"

"This is fucking love!" Yan Weicheng looked at Shen Jiahong angrily: "I am a drug dealer, but I am also a human being. If you want to know the news about Zhang Duba, you must do what I say, otherwise...!"

"boom!"

Wu Mian thought Yan Weicheng was noisy and shot him in the head.