I give the world destruction and rebirth

The howling wind instantly penetrated the saint's thin clothes, and came from all directions, trying to knock the warrior down. Countless sand surrounded the man who dared to challenge the power of God, like bullets. Try to knock him down.

But compared to what the saint had experienced, all of this was still gentle. God still favored him and did not set off a stronger storm at this time. Once the wind level exceeded level 16, it would be beyond his control. .

Because the wind force exceeds that level, the Saint cannot rely on the control of his muscles to resist the force from the strong wind, and he will be directly blown away due to weight issues.

But where is the sniper?

Although Saint is not a professional sniper like Shadow, he has been Shadow's assistant for a while. If you don't take into account those super-standard snipers, he is actually considered a top sniper in the ranks of 'mediocre'.

He can calculate ballistics. Although he is not good at mathematics, he is always very talented and full of passion in killing skills. But how to calculate the ballistics under the influence of a Category 14 hurricane? According to common sense, thermal weapons should not be used in such climate conditions!

So the Saint just calculated the possible directions as much as possible and judged that the shooting distance was no more than a hundred meters away from him, or a little closer.

The saint lay prone on the sand, holding his breath, trying to avoid being affected by the big storm as much as possible. He raised his head slightly and looked around. Even now, he still doesn't understand who is going to attack him. This may be someone who will attack him in the future. surface.

What else could survive that level of destruction but the inhabitants of the shelter?

Mikkelsen either doesn't do it or never does it. He just doesn't have the ability to peel off one layer of the earth's surface like peeling an apple. Otherwise, he would dig three feet into the ground to ensure that not a single blade of grass is left. So as usual, In fact, there shouldn't have been any extra living creatures, let alone one that could shoot.

Thinking of this, Saint even felt like watching a horror movie, but the next second, five meters away, a small bump on the sand suddenly appeared and started moving, as if there was a large groundhog underneath. Just keep digging.

The saint moved his limbs together like a spider towards the bulge, almost no slower than the opponent in terms of speed, and the vibration to the sand itself was greatly reduced.

He was a great imitator, and now he was imitating the way a sand spider hunts, and whatever was beneath the sand was now prey.

The thing under the sand layer stopped after less than twenty meters. The saint didn't know whether the other party was taking a short rest or planning to leave from a deeper level. He didn't dare to bet, even if it was just for curiosity, he would never Will miss this goal.

So the Saint ventured around in a circle and quietly approached the tiny sandbag from the other direction.

Then, he saw a gun barrel wrapped in a large amount of tattered plastic sheeting emerge from the sand, move left and right, aim at their armored bus again, and then just stay there.

At this time, the Saint's curiosity had outweighed his anger. He moved his limbs more cautiously and got closer to the gun barrel less than one meter away. However, as if he sensed the Saint's presence, the gun The tube retracted underground with a swish!

But how could the saint let it slip away like this!

He directly grabbed the barrel of the gun and pulled it upwards, but what he pulled out was just an old sniper rifle with an unknown model. Apparently the owner of the gun let go the moment he felt the external force.

The saint directly inserted his other arm deeply into the sand. When passing through the gap in the sand, he felt as if he was holding something cold, but the thing was slippery and he failed to grab it. The other party's trace was instantly lost.

This time, there was no such bulge rising on the desert surface, and the Saint could only return to the armored bus holding the gun alone.

The consequence of not wearing protective clothing was that he had to accept the radiation abatement, but the Saint asked Thor to take out a sealed container in advance and put the gun in it. He felt some of the same sticky substance on the surface and gaps of the gun. It's a slippery thing. Maybe we can get some clues through testing after we go back.

When the saint returned to the car with red skin, the youngest Gu Ren had been forcibly thrown into the safety cabin at the rear of the car. This was to allow the members to perform temporary operations in case of a leak in the car body itself. Area of ​​refuge.

Even after going through the radiation elimination process, the saints still have residual radiation. Others can resist it by drinking large amounts of radiation elimination, but Tan Ren cannot. He is too young to use those potions.

"So, a psychotic gunman ambushed us outside?" Brian looked at the sealed barrel containing the gun in awe, feeling as if he was listening to a science fiction horror story, something like that - when the last person in the world When a person is about to end his life, there is a knock on the door. Who is it?

"I can't be sure if it's a human being." The saint frowned, recalling the feeling of his sudden glimpse, and slowly shook his head. He had no clue. He only knew that this matter would probably bring Dr. Wu Qianying back when he returned. Wake up from sleep state.

Yes, when we get back...fuck, he hasn't finished paying off the tires yet!

The painful saint had to put on protective clothing again, and then silently went outside to change the tire for the second time. They also brought enough spare parts. Even if such attacks were repeated several times, they would not have to worry about not having spare parts. The only problem that can defeat them is the storm itself.

Eventually, after being stranded on the surface for a day and night, the old but reliable bus burst into flames again and headed toward the shelter.

Only this time, the small raised sandbag on the desert surface appeared again and followed behind for a while. A pair of pale yellow eyes watched them disappear into the distance indifferently.

Sol, who was inside the observation sphere, couldn't detect this small change at all. The particles in the big storm eliminated any possibility of looking far away.

As the bus slowly returned along its route, they saw Martin outside the shelter door.

Martin Sanye was like a sculpture. He stood in the big storm, looking at the bus in the distance before slowly breathing a sigh of relief. His weight, his strength, and his physique all determined that he was in this period. People who are best suited for action on the surface are just a bit slow to react.

"Thank God, you are finally back." Martin said slowly, then reached out and patted the rear of the bus, causing the bus to move forward out of thin air: "Miwako is going crazy with anxiety."