Heavy Truck Chariot In The End Times

In Mingfa City Square, a few people wearing sharkskin looked at the traces on the ground and soon discovered the hastily buried corpse.

"It's Yuan Changjiang's group. They are dead." The one who was speaking was a one-eyed dragon, and the black blindfold added a few more killings. "The tire tracks are heading towards Mount Tai Town."

Another man squatting on the ground said: "The tire tracks eat very deep soil, and the axle spacing is almost five meters. This car weighs at least more than 100 tons. It is a modified big car, and it is likely to be an iron man in the Eastern Theater."

"Iron men in the Eastern Theater? What are they doing back again? Could it be that the wounds have been recovered and they want to find a place?"

"No matter what their purpose is, since they are here, don't think about going back. Our Black Blood Group just lacks the iron man to maintain equipment. The golden man is killed, and the iron man becomes a slave!"

"Boss, it's getting dark, shall we go to Mount Tai to investigate?"

"Don't go anymore. At night, a ghost child came ashore in the river and was entangled by a ghost child. I don't know how to write the dead words." The Cyclops said.

"Then what should I do if this iron man ran away?"

The Cyclops coldly said: "He can't run. The roads outside Hehe Sixth District are intact except for the two highways back to Yizheng City. The other roads have been dug up. The cars they drove were too big and their off-road ability was definitely not good. In the Sixth District, you can either go back to Mount Tai Town. Let the ghost baby entertain you in the evening."

"Then we now?"

"Go back to the mouse house station, take a tricycle through the tunnel back to Yizheng, and report to the group headquarters. Tomorrow, bring more people and leave the iron man with the car." The one-eyed dragon waved and signaled the group to go back.

A team of seven people quickly stepped on stilts.

The two-meter-high stilts were nothing more than a jump for them. Soon the seven people walked on stilts, dressed in sharkskins, and left the scene like ghosts.

The tips of the stilts are relatively thick, and they are covered with a kind of leather, and they step on the ground silently.

The traveling speed was very fast. Three minutes later, seven people came to a ruin, jumped off stilts, and lifted the huge stone slab above the ruin to reveal a hole. After the seven fishes entered, it was a tunnel, and there was a broken sign hanging on the wall of the entrance to the ruins.

"Welcome to Metro Line 10."

Below the sign, a few bright red characters are usually painted with graffiti: "Stop the mouse house, be careful of the collapse, you deserve it-Yizheng Tunnel Office."

After getting off the platform, the seven people soon came to the railroad track, and they could see that the railroad track had disappeared, to be precise, it had been corroded. The metal is rusty and unmaintained. It is not only the railroad tracks being destroyed, but the tunnels are already in danger. You can see that some places have been cracked and dust is falling from time to time.

This is still the situation after reinforcement. Many load-bearing girders no longer have such a large load-bearing capacity due to metal corrosion, so the top of the tunnel is simply supported by wood to prevent collapse.

Now where it was supposed to be a railroad track, there is a tricycle parked, which seems to be made of wood. There is no chain, and the pedals are directly mounted on the front wheels.

Seven people squeezed into the tricycle. One took out a lighter and lit a lamp that resembled a kerosene lamp on the car, and the other sat at the front, stepping on the pedals.

There are no faucets and handles, and the steering of the front wheels is controlled entirely by the twisting of the feet. But after all, they are all dead eaters, with very strong physical fitness, riding a simple, awkward tricycle, with the faint kerosene light, still fast.

The underground tunnel is a series connection of the previous subway.

The tricycle drove fast on the subway line. Several people cycled on the bike, boasting and chatting about Eight Trigrams from time to time. I don't know how long the ride was. The kerosene lamp was filled with oil twice.

When passing a sign, a mousetrap said: "Yizheng has arrived across the river tunnel."

After a while, there seemed to be lights in front.

The human voice is gradually audible.

With the light, you can see many pictures and graffiti written on the walls of the tunnel.

"When you see this line, it proves that you are not crushed to death, you are safe-Yizheng Tunnel Office", "Wang Changjun, I'll go to your mother", "Life is precious, love is more expensive, if you think From then on, leave the money to buy the road-Yizheng Crossing the River Tunnel Toll Station".

"Grass mud horse, daddy has no money, I need to use C1 to plug in you.***", "Weather forecast: tomorrow will rain heavily, the tunnel will be flooded, and the whole family will die when going out.".

"Welcome to the city of entertainment, Lost Paradise is waiting for you, Baccarat, Golden Flower, slot machines, thousands of ways to play, everything you need", "Don't believe in Old Dog Zhao, Brother Xinchun, resurrect in place", "Eight times a night, "China Shenyou", "New Hope Laboratory, the hope of all mankind, welcome to join the ranks of volunteers", "Zhao Bitch. Child kneels down to daddy."

The group paid no attention to the graffiti, and stopped at a sentry post in front. You can see that there are many similar tricycles around the sentry post.

The man on duty in the sentry rubbed his eyes and opened the window: "The dog is blind, and your rat trap team is not dead? Damn, daddy bet you won't see the sun tomorrow. You lose again. Damn it!"

With a cold face, the Cyclops threw a few black coin-like objects over: "X your wife."

The attendant quickly caught the black coin, spread his hands and counted them: "One, two, three... Only six nuclei, blind, not enough, now it takes seven to pass through a tunnel."

"Seven? Why don't you grab it!" shouted a mousetrap behind the Cyclops.

"Hey, inflation, social labor productivity is insufficient, market supply is less than demand... I tell you that you don't understand, hurry up and get another nuclear crystal out."

"A group of vampires!" After pulling out another crystal core, a mousetrap gnashed his teeth and cursed.

The watchman on duty was not annoyed. Seeing the rat trapper about to leave, he suddenly shouted: "Ah hello, wait a minute, the blind team, you just said you want X my wife? I have four wives, you want X Which one, for the sake of colleagues from the Black Blood Group, charge you a little cheaper, five crystal cores at a time, do you not?"

...

"The exploitation above is getting more and more fierce. Now it takes seven crystal nuclei to pass through a tunnel. Only a few crystal nuclei are earned by catching mice every day, and they are all sucked up by the vampire above! If this continues, only a few C1 can be saved. Money! Boss, I can’t go on like this!" Leaving the tunnel, the rat trapper said angrily.

The one-eyed dragon's face was cold, and his expression became more and more gloomy: "Damn it."

At this time, a famous team member suddenly proposed: "Otherwise, we will sell the news and report to the group headquarters. At most, a few crystal cores will send us. But we can make a fortune by selling the news about the iron man in the Eastern Theater."

The proposal received a response from the other team members: "Boss, let's do it! People don't have windfalls and no wealth, horses don't have night and grass and don't get fat. We have to fight for all the benefits by ourselves."

"Yes, fuck. His mother!"

"They are unkind, so don't blame us for being unrighteous."

The only eye left by the Cyclops scanned his subordinates for a long time, and finally nodded: "Okay, I'll sell the news tonight!"

Thank you for reading this story at mtlarchive.com. Your support enables us to keep the site running!