Warhammer Inquisitor

Tara Standard Year: 29K.801 Tara/Old Earth

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The dazzling sun shines on the bare rocks, but the sun is burning the earth like a devil. Everything in the endless barren wilderness is so hot, and the sand and gravel are smoking hot smoke like a branding iron. All because of the high temperature, the scorching air that distorts the field of vision rolls.

Bare rocks and Gobi stone piles occupy everything, and there is nothing on the barren land, not even a trace of life. The ancient legends about forests, grasslands and oceans that once existed on Terra have long since become songs of the past. In poems and unrealistic fantasies.

There is only death and barrenness in this land. The endless desert and Gobi desert extend towards the end of the land. The only place where there is a little change in this land is here, these canyons and passes made up of bare rocky mountains.

The lizard scrambled up the rock, looking around with its tiny eyes, but soon it was terrified and fled into the shelter of its rocky peak.

A boot stepped on the rock, and the punk gunman wearing a hood and goggles cheered all around, holding a crude automatic rifle in his hand, the craftsmanship is enough to make you suspect that his enemy fell first, It was the gun in his hand that blew up first.

There are many such people in the canyon. They all wear a variety of mixed and matched clothes. The only common feature is that each of them has a symbol of a flaming skull tattooed on their arms.

These guys dressed in rather wasteland punk are resting in the valley, motorcycles and trucks are parked between the mountains and the mountains. This is a convoy, a gang of robbers that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland of Terra now. .

These outlaws, bandits, rapists and outlaws from every settlement and town will gather in the desert, and eventually a group of such villains will form a gang of marauders, who will roam around, plunder and extort the weaker settlements. .

The blazing sun shone on their heads, and the high temperature further increased and intensified between the mountains. Many people hid in the only shadow or sat on their motorcycles. These villains were talking to each other and discussing the past "Grade"

The leader of the gang sits in the shade of an awning, a canvas awning pulled out by a truck behind him, a glass of water in his hand, an unappetizing but a luxury in this part of the world.

"Boss, we made a lot of money a while ago! There are more things in that town than we thought!" The driver with Mohawk hair was sitting on the side, showing his yellowed teeth, "Since there are A convoy! Now we’ve made a few months’ worth of goods at once!”

"Not to mention that the people there were sold to slave traders! Although those old hats are not worth much, they still made us a fortune."

Mohawk giggled, "I still prefer the town we went to last year, the women there are really good! The price is also very good, but it would be nice if we could keep a few at that time."

The leader ignored this unruly guy. He drank water and looked at his subordinates, especially the big truck parked on the side, which carried the gold bars and all valuable things they earned. He didn't want people to steal.

"Boss, when are we going to find a few more towns? All the women in our hands are dead, and those boys are too careless, although... everyone didn't mean it."

"How dare you say that! Those are the goods to be sold to slave traders! You are all playing to my death!" The old man hit him with a stick on the head, and Mohawk immediately hid aside, "Boss Don’t you also give the most beautiful one to” “Did I make you talk back?!”

The boss pulled out a short-barreled shotgun and put it against Mohawk's head, "Those women are going to exchange water! The price of water has gone up again! Ever since the Achaemenids and Ursh fought It's gone! The price of water changes every day! You f*cked up the goods!"

The boss got up and almost pulled the trigger, but it was not Mohawk who died after a gunshot. The boss suddenly turned his head to look at a gang rider who fell to the ground in response.

Then came the second person with the second shot, the third shot and the fourth shot, and a person fell to the ground in response. That person's marksmanship was unbelievably superb, but now is not the time to marvel.

The boss stood up and waved his pen, "Everyone hide! Quick!"

Before the boss finished speaking, the fifth and sixth shots were fired, and the gang members began to look for cover everywhere. These rude predators fled from the pass and hid behind rocks and vehicles.

A handful of shoddy firearms began to look for enemies around. The punk gunman nervously looked around with his automatic rifle, but he didn't notice the figure suddenly falling behind him. A low-quality grenade was dropped.

The boss stepped out of the awning toward the gun and looked around, and his men around him looked around too, but he saw nothing, not a single enemy visible in the canyon around him lit by the midday sun.

Suddenly an explosion blew up on one side, and the fuel tank of a truck was blown up. The roiling flames instantly engulfed the surrounding predators, and the rest of them also started to shoot around in panic, shooting at all the chaos around them. gun.

The boss was startled and bent over to avoid a stray bullet, "Cease fire! You fools! Cease fire!"

They did stop, because their heads were shot through, bullets went through their foreheads in the chaos, and the boss and Mohawk looked around nervously trying to find the shooter, but all they saw was Gang members down one by one.

"Damn it! Come out!" the strong boss roared, and Mohawk timidly held the gun behind the boss. He looked around nervously and soon saw something, "Head! Where is he!"

"Where?!" the boss yelled, but he was answered by a gunshot, and a gunshot and a bullet blasted Mohawk's head, and he fell to the ground.

The boss looked around, pointing the muzzle of the gun around but never saw the man.

"Don't move." A voice said, the boss was sure that it wasn't someone from his own gang, he stopped and turned his head to look at the gunman standing not far away, who almost appeared suddenly.

His face is covered with a sunshade hood, only his eyes are exposed with sunglasses A little bit of light is like a diamond.

He looked at the boss and tilted his head slightly, then turned back, "Nash Luan Dao, I don't know if this is your nickname or what, but someone wants your head."

The boss still had the shotgun in his hand, and he stared at the shooter, showing his gold teeth, "I believe we can talk, shooter, what do you want? Money? I can pay three times the ransom of your employer."

His hand was slightly adjusting the steering, and the gunman's pistol was shaking, "The request didn't say whether it was for the living or the dead, so I don't mind taking anything back. You'd better think about it."

The boss cursed under his breath. He watched the gunman sizing him up. He must be a mercenary or a bounty hunter. Although there is no difference between the two most of the time, this guy looks very professional.

He couldn't see the shooter's face clearly, not at all, and the black one-way sunglasses were shining in the sun.

But suddenly behind the gunman a not-dead gang rider raised his gun and pointed at the gunman with the most vicious and vulgar swear words.

The gunman pointed at the gunman at a high speed and pulled the trigger, the gang rider's head with a chic hairstyle was blasted, and the boss immediately picked up the shotgun when he saw the gunman's emptiness.

He fired, and a dense spray of shells hit the shooter, but suddenly all the bullets stopped in the air, like insects caught in a spider's web.

The gunman pulled out the revolver from behind with his backhand, and the boss of the predator fell to the ground with a shot. The gunman hung down the revolver that was emitting green smoke and walked to the corpse.

He tore off half of the turban with his fingers, revealing half of his face. Vito looked at the corpse on the ground from behind the sunglasses.

"Alright, anyway, it's not easy to take someone with you."