I give the world destruction and rebirth

No one knows what Tang Anran and Constantine Gu Ren said in the dream that night. In short, when Gu Ren woke up, he had forgotten everything in the dream, but Gu Ren was inexplicable. He felt that they could get through it, as if someone had promised him in a dream.

In fact, this was indeed the case. When the sun rose again, the wind speed plummeted, even to about level 14 at one point.

"I'll change the tire, and you'll be the sentry." The saint put on protective clothing, carried tools, and turned around to enter the small airtight cabin in the middle of the bus. It is the most advanced thing in the car. Its main purpose is to prevent strong winds from directly entering. inside the car, and perform radiation elimination cleaning on the protective clothing before returning to the car.

How to perform basic repairs on vehicles in a big storm? This skill has been learned by the living saint from Adecado technicians for more than three years. If he were to go back to the days before he met Tangji, he would be able to master this skill alone. I can open an auto repair shop.

The saint who stepped out of the car immediately hung the safety lock on the reinforced ropeway on the car body to prevent the wind speed from suddenly increasing like yesterday and blowing him away.

But the fourteenth level wind was really a rare good weather. With the saint's balance, he hardly needed much assistance to maintain his balance.

He raised his head and looked at the sun above his head through the eyepiece of his helmet, then looked into the distance, and finally at the land beneath his feet.

Being in the car and standing on the ground give people a completely different feeling. At this moment, the Saint finally felt like I was back on the surface.

Unlike the vicissitudes of the environment in Night City, the Saint in Davis Mengshan Sanctuary located in the Great Gobi feels that nothing has changed around him. What it was like when he came here is still the same now. That ghostly look.

There is a layer of sand less than a finger thick under the feet, and beneath the sand is hard soil, which makes the saint's work easier.

First loosen the nut and put it away, then use a jack to jack up one side of the car body, remove the punctured tire, and replace it directly with a new one. Everything is very simple.

The next second, the tire that the Saint had just put on suddenly burst again. If it were before the Apocalypse, the Saint would have reacted immediately and looked for a bunker, thinking that someone was attacking. But now, his first reaction was to go Check to see if you accidentally scratched the tire while removing it.

But the bullet holes in the tire meant he had indeed been attacked. They were bullet holes!

The saint's eyes widened, as if he had encountered a ghost in broad daylight. He subconsciously wanted to throw himself to the ground, but the safety rope immediately took effect in response to this rapid movement, causing him to tilt to the ground at an awkward 45-degree angle. Able to lie down smoothly.

How can this be? The saint turned to look at the vast sea of ​​sand, but could not see any suspicious target, and the roaring wind that filled his ears also covered up the possible sound of gunfire.

The most important thing is, who can hit the target with a bullet in a storm of this level? Even superhuman beings with relevant supernatural abilities cannot make a difference in such an environment.

The saint threw away his tools, walked back to the car door in embarrassment, looked around cautiously, and then entered the armored bus again.

"Get down!" the saint shouted to the people in the car in the airlock: "There are snipers outside!"

When the saint said this, no one in the car reacted, because what he said was more like a prank.

Half a minute later, the saint who had completed the disinfection work walked into the car in embarrassment, directly picked up Constantine Guren, who was still sleeping, from the seat, found a corner and put him down: "Get down! I'm not kidding! "

Seeing the Saint's reaction, Brian finally realized he wasn't crazy.

Boom!

The bullet hit the side window glass, but did not penetrate the bulletproof glass. The bullet was embedded in the glass.

".300 Winchester Magnum bullet?" Brian looked at all this in stunned silence and slapped himself hard: "Am I dreaming?"

In order to ensure that the vehicle does not leak air and also to reduce noise, they used double-layer bulletproof glass, and also injected noise-reducing glue in the middle. The Adecados have nothing, but they have deep experience in these auto parts. reserve.

"What is that?" Panan asked loudly while lying on the ground. She had never experienced such a thing. In fact, no one had experienced such a thing. Even the saints did not expect that they would be attacked on the surface.

"That's a bullet!" Thor understood Panan's subtext and explained: "A long-range attack weapon!"

Growing up in a shelter, Panam never saw a gun.

"Cool!" Panan high-fived Konstantin Gu Nin, who was also confused.

"What the hell is going on!" Brian looked at the Saint with a puzzled face, as if he wanted to know about a catastrophe.

Unfortunately, the Saints also don't know who, where, or why attacked them.

When they made the plan to go out, they never thought about encountering living creatures on the surface, at least not near the Davis-Montana Shelter. After all, there were not so many shelters here, and they all wanted to take advantage of them. The advantages of weak wind areas actively return to the surface to prepare for a new round of competition.

"I fucking don't know! There's a madman or a monster or something, shooting at me after the end of the world! But I didn't see anything!" The saint glanced at the anemometer and found that the wind speed had dropped further. It's below fifty meters per second. Strictly speaking, it's now level 13 wind.

Thank God, the saint felt that he had finally found something that felt familiar to him. He had seen the thirteenth level wind before the Apocalypse. Coupled with what he had experienced outside before, the saint decided to take the risk and go out again. Do not wear protective clothing.

"Give me the Fu Ning!" the saint greeted Thor. The tall but careful Thor immediately found what he wanted and threw it over.

"I'm going out to find that bastard! You be careful!" The Saint injected himself with an anti-radiation BUFF that God knows whether it worked or not, and then entered the airtight cabin again.

The Saint's only protective equipment is the tactical eyepiece. This is a good thing before the Apocalypse. It is a high-end product of military technology. Although the fancy functions are no longer available, it can still do its job well, allowing the Saint to do its job well. See the road ahead clearly in a big storm.

If it was understandable that he could not tell the trajectory of the bullet fired at the tire, then the bullet fired at the windshield was enough for the Saint to determine the direction of the attacker.

The saint just lowered his body as much as possible to reduce the impact of the big storm on himself, and rushed towards the distance without any scruples.