Gunfire, Punk and Necromancer

"Brother, does anyone have extra blankets? I see it's getting late and the temperature is probably going to drop, so I thought..."

Zhuang Xuteng first bought a circle of food and water, put them back in the car, and then made an excuse to buy some blankets and quilts. The truck drivers gathered together thought this was normal and they were totally concerned about the performance of their female companion, so they let him walk around casually. So he approached the vehicle where the traitor's radio station was located again, suddenly pulled out his armor-breaking hammer, and smashed the cargo door with all his strength.

"Bang!" A loud noise startled everyone. They shrank their necks and turned their heads, and saw Zhuang Xuteng tearing off the back door of the broken container, exposing the filth inside to the world. Two people, one set of tables and chairs, one set of radio stations, and two pairs of frightened expressions. One of them suddenly reached for the frequency knob on the radio - he wanted to conceal the target of the call. At this time, a gray ghost energy bomb flew by and directly broke his arm.

One man fell to the ground wailing loudly, and the other had a sickle around his neck. Zhuang Xuteng's movements in the super-calculated martial arts five-dodge state were as smooth as clouds and water, without any pause or waste, and he controlled the situation in the shortest time. He held the sickle in his left hand and hooked it around the man's neck, showing him the shadow gun in his right hand. "If you don't want to die, just obey," Zhuang Xuteng held him hostage and kicked the man with a broken arm in the chin. The man stopped wailing and fainted.

Zhuang Xuteng dragged the people out of the truck and said to everyone: "These two people are talking to the nomadic tribe and choosing targets for robbery. Where is the driver of this truck? What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for him to run away and report the news? "

"Catch him first! Ask him clearly!"

If there is someone who takes the lead, things will be done quickly. The driver was caught, and all the guys controlled by Zhuang Xuteng were attacked. The nomadic tribe was short of money recently and wanted to get a big one, so they came up with a plan: first block the road and let the drivers gather, and then send people to lower their vigilance. It is best to ask the drivers to turn off the steam engines. When a heavy-duty truck is fully loaded, it takes more than ten minutes to re-start the truck with a cold engine and hit the road just to pressurize the steam engine. This time is enough time for the nomadic tribes to rush over and stop them all.

Then a driver waved his fist and said: "Fool, everyone who drives a sports car outside knows that the steam engine cannot stop and will not stop. This plan of yours is purely wishful thinking."

Zhuang Xuteng shook his head and said: "They put a lot of hand drills in the car, maybe they want to do something to your tires? I think you guys had better check the truck behind you that is carrying old tires. Maybe he's with them."

At Zhuang Xuteng's reminder, the second-level plan of the nomadic tribe was also discovered. If the tire in front is damaged and a large truck is used to block the back, wouldn't the trucks in the middle be completely blocked if there are bad roads with unknown road conditions on both sides? If it doesn't work, they will even destroy all the tires. Anyway, as long as the goods are left and replaced with second-hand tires brought by the cars behind them, the nomadic tribe can repair the trucks here and drive away again.

"The problem now is how to get through." Zhuang Xuteng looked at the time. The remaining time he had estimated before was almost exhausted. He could not stay here for long. So he suggested: "Either wait here, or drive over. There must be a roadblock on the other side, and the vehicle that rushes over first will be damaged - but we now have two vehicles that volunteer themselves."

These two vehicles were the truck containing the radio and the truck filled with tires. Zhuang Xuteng suggested using them to pass the test.

"The key is whether you can follow them and rush over." Zhuang Xuteng said to everyone: "I will drive in the lead and rush out of a road, and the others behind will be able to pass along as long as they follow closely. The first car is the most dangerous, and the last car is the second. After successfully breaking through, they may attack those who remain.”

Some drivers expressed confusion and asked: "Young man, are you in such a hurry?"

"Are you going to stay here and wait to be attacked by those people after dark?" Zhuang Xuteng shook his head and said, "Their plan includes a rush. What are you going to do? Wait here, or turn around and go back?"

"Turn around and go back, but you have to do it all over again. If you stay here, you will be at the mercy of others. It seems that you can only pass. Young man, as long as you rush ahead, we will follow."

"Then it's settled." Zhuang Xuteng clapped his hands and said, "It's dusk now and it's not completely dark yet. It's our last chance. If it's later, we'll have to turn on the car lights, and there will be no suddenness. In addition, , Nomadic tribes have never been diligent, and they will definitely pay attention to the direction of oncoming traffic when the road is closed, so we have to rush across from the opposite lane, and then seize the opportunity to turn back, so that the chance of success is higher."

"You're right, you are very thoughtful." Several drivers nodded and said, "We will follow you and let your female companion's car be between us for better protection."

"Then rush!"

Zhuang Xuteng told Nightingale and Yanque about his plan, and they both sighed at the same time. "Although I think you are a little impulsive, if you think this will help the mission, then you can do it. Do you need us to drive a car?"

"No. I'm driving the first one. The tire truck is driven by a driver, and he follows me. You two just need to drive the car." Zhuang Xuteng leaned close to the window and whispered: "Follow closely and be careful. The chaos that may occur. If that doesn't work, just drive under the roadbed. This car is small and can handle short distances."

"You take care of yourself." Nightingale raised her hand, lightly scratched his nose, and said, "The front is the most dangerous, you have to be careful."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded, then turned around and boarded the truck. He shifted into neutral, raised the pressure of the steam engine to maximum, and then took the lead and drove off.

Trucks of all sizes lined up behind him, all driving with their lights off. The setting sun allowed them to see the butt of the car in front of them, and beyond that was a blur. But it doesn't matter, they just need to keep up with the car in front.

Zhuang Xuteng squinted his eyes and let his vision work for as long as possible for a certain distance. With the last light of the day, he took a clear look at the situation on the road ahead, and then kept it in his mind. When the afterglow disappeared, the black smoke column in the distance merged with the night and was no longer visible, and the convoy was basically hidden in the darkness.

At this time, the eyes have not yet switched from day to night mode, and there will be a period of time when vision is at its worst. Especially nomadic tribes, they use fires to illuminate and warm themselves, and the nearby bright light further weakens their night vision. When they heard the sound of car engines amid the noise of conversation, the convoy was only more than two hundred meters away from them.

"Is there a fat sheep coming?" Many people covered their eyes with their hands and looked into the darkness.

Zhuang Xuteng took a deep breath and increased the speed of the vehicle to the highest speed. He had seen clearly before that the roadblocks of the Nomadic Tribe had loopholes, and the main anti-impact direction corresponded to the direction of road travel. Therefore, if the level was attacked from the other side, the difficulty would be much lower. In front of Zhuang Xuteng were two cars, their fronts facing each other, facing the far end. As long as they hit each other in the middle, the two cars will swing to both sides to make way.

"Come on!" Zhuang Xuteng suddenly turned on the car lights, giving the group of people a high-beam shock.

Under his leadership, all the lights of the convoy were turned on, and a long dragon of light flew out of the steam. At this moment, Nightingale said to Yanque: "Sister, it's up to you."

Yanque nodded and smiled, put his hands on his forehead, opened the implant and stretched out his tentacles. She accesses the horde's communications system via the mole's car's radio link and orders them to play a piercing sound. This specially programmed audio gives people headaches and nausea. If you wear headphones, it will make you lose your balance and make it difficult to control your body. Although the effect will not last long, they only need to temporarily disrupt the nomadic tribe's command system to achieve their goal.

The blood flowed downwards along the bridge of the nose. Yanque was already used to it and took out the prepared tissue to wipe it. At this time, the sound of Zhuang Xuteng hitting the roadblock came from the front, followed by waves of exclamations. Several ghost energy bombs flew in the air and hit some vehicles. It is difficult for a hasty shot to hit the driver of a high-speed vehicle, and the shadow guns of the nomadic tribe are one level worse than the gang's firearms, and they cannot fire a few shots.

Zhuang Xuteng held the steering wheel tightly and used the tactile perception ability of super computing martial arts to grasp the status of the vehicle to prevent it from losing balance in a violent impact. The enemy was illuminated by fire and car lights. Zhuang Xuteng glanced at it and found possible higher-level commanders based on their clothing and equipment. These people posed a greater threat to the convoy than the gunmen. Just as the ghost energy bullet shattered the glass, he not only judged that the shot must have missed, but also raised his right hand and took aim.

He fired a shot that penetrated a skull and broke a chain of command. Next, he rushed across the middle of the two lanes, used the flying vehicle to sweep away three or four more people, and finally broke out of the obstruction.

There is an open road ahead, and everyone just needs to run away. Zhuang Xuteng felt the bump under his buttocks and knew that his car was in trouble. After all, this is not a White Beast armored vehicle, just a medium-sized truck. The front of the car was damaged in the collision, and hot steam was puffing out; the tires should also be broken, and the whole car was tilted to one side. Zhuang Xuteng stretched out his hand from the cab window to signal the vehicle behind him to pass him and continue on his way. Then quickly pull over and get out of the way while the car still has power.

Every car passing by him would honk its horn as a tribute and thank you. Zhuang Xuteng left the car and observed the nomadic tribe's checkpoints. There was chaos there, with many people covering their ears and staggering, and even more people furious at the motorcade whizzing by incompetently. A car stopped next to him. Nightingale waved to him and said, "There is still business, let's go quickly!"

"Yes, we still have business." Zhuang Xuteng opened the door and jumped into the car, quickly following and passing the large army.

"We can barely make it in time, we have to drive at full speed." Zhuang Xuteng observed the situation behind him in the rearview mirror, and then noticed the inconspicuous blood stains on Yanque's face. He frowned, pointed at her face, and asked, "Why are you injured? Is it a stray bullet?"

"Idiot, the car glass is not broken, how did the stray bullet fly in?" Yanque shook his head and said: "I used my ability to make their heads buzz through the communication system. I only used the intelligence to spy on the implant to make their faces Bleeding, there is nothing you can do about it. The brain is the area with the most blood vessels in the human body, and so are the capillaries on the face. There is no way to prevent the bleeding, we can only wait for it to recover slowly."

"Huh... it sounds painful." Zhuang Xuteng took out the hemostatic spray from his pocket and handed it over. Yanque said she had better ones and had already used them. "Okay, I know you can take care of yourselves, I just want to express my feelings. Nightingale, do you want me to drive next?"

"I noticed your eyes are unmodified and we have night vision. Let me drive so we can go faster."

"That's great." Zhuang Xuteng nodded and said, "If you need a replacement, just call me and I'll seize the time to take a nap."

After saying that, he pulled on the seat belt and fastened it, tilted the seat back, and pretended to sleep. Yanque leaned over from the back seat and dangled his fingers on Zhuang Xuteng's face. "Are you really going to sleep? Can't the two of us stay with you?"

Zhuang Xuteng smiled: "The way you talk is a bit like Brother Dao: it sounds normal, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to have other meanings. Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about yourself. For example, why are you acting so strange?" Yanque said: "I noticed that you consciously look away every time you look at us. This is strange, we did not show any hostility towards you. , you are even welcome to come and see, why are you hiding? Do you feel guilty?"

"Uh... polite?" Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head and said, "I don't remember that I deliberately looked away."

"You do." Nightingale sighed and said, "You don't shy away from others when you look at them, but when you look at us... you avoid us, is it because of our middleman Stair?"

"I didn't intentionally look away." Zhuang Xuteng shook his head vigorously.

"If it's not intentional, then it's unintentional. It hurts people even more." Yanque retracted his seat, held his face in his hands, and sighed softly. Nightingale said while driving: "Style will give us some jobs as prostitutes, so it is understandable that you despise us. We don't like this situation, but we can no longer replace the middleman - Naike, can you understand? ?”

Zhuang Xuteng nodded and said, "When you entered the industry, didn't you try to find a female middleman, such as Lucy?"

"I heard that you were introduced to the industry by Brother Dao. He is your introducer and directly guarantees you, letting Lucy be your middleman."

"That's right." Everyone in the industry knows this, and there is no need to deny it.

"When we entered the industry, we were introduced by someone who was willing to support us in using our brains. Such opportunities are rare and we have no other choice. There is a contradiction here: if you don't join the industry, you don't know what it's like; if you join the industry , you missed the opportunity to choose.”

Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head and said, "Why don't you refuse those disgusting tasks?"

"We are not official intelligence officers. Our implants need to be taken care of, which costs a lot of money. This is a kind of debt that we cannot escape." Nightingale explained: "The two of us are still young and don't want to be with other intelligence officers. The same, we will never see the light of day again in this life. We choose to act as mercenaries, and this freedom comes with a price. Our mercenary commission is not enough to maintain the implant, and we are always in a state of debt. If we don’t want to be side effects Torture, then you can only listen to Stair’s words.”

"This is really too bad." Zhuang Xuteng sighed.

"Who told us to choose that way in the first place?" Yanque shook his head and said, "Naike, we just want you to stop avoiding us. You are free and have a good partner and a good middleman. We envy you. , but please don’t hurt us.”

"Uh... I really don't... Okay, I agree." Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head and said: "Oh, by the way, if you trust me, I can try to help you reduce the pain of side effects. Who can give me a headache? one time?"