Warhammer Inquisitor

Vito rode a motorcycle through the desert. He was traveling south along the ancient national road between Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan. The Caspian Sea was far away in the sky, and what he saw now was a barren desert.

The hot air flow danced on the ground with the wind, and all life disappeared under the yellow sand.

Vito looked into the distance from the back of his motorcycle, and he could still see the silhouettes of those ancient cities, where there had long been no signs of life. Tashkent, the once glorious Pearl of Central Asia, had disappeared into the yellow sand. The magnificent city of the era finally perished in the earth's civil war.

Now only the remnants of the past glory are left, still standing on the land in the distance, just like this civilization.

And what was really bad was not what the old bastard Vito was thinking about right now, but his motorcycle started shaking with a bang, the power of the motorcycle was completely lost, and he barely managed to control it before the body overturned it.

The scarlet motorcycle stopped slowly, and the vehicle came to a complete standstill after sliding for a certain distance.

Vito cursed in a low voice and turned over to get off the bike. He crouched down and checked the chassis of the motorcycle. The air pump and cock blew up.

"Damn it." Vito cursed speechlessly and raised his forehead. With his fingers, he took out a disc from his trouser pocket, and put it on the hood of the motorcycle.

"Helen, check what else is blown up." Vito said and began to squat down for inspection. A small artificial intelligence lady appeared on the CD, and with a wave of her hand, the holographic structure diagram of the motorcycle appeared in front of her eyes.

Helen's eyes quickly flicked across the structural diagram, completing the inspection almost in nanoseconds.

"The fan heating device is blocked, probably caused by yellow sand." "I can see it."

Vito said that he took off the cooling net from the base, and then started to fiddle with it underneath, cursing, "The question now is, where can we find parts for our fucking one in the middle of the Central Asian desert?"

"I suggest looking for another motorcycle to find a replacement. Although it is not as good as the original parts you found, I believe it can guarantee the rest of the journey, sir."

Vito retreated from below, he stood up and rubbed his neck, his eyes wearing sunglasses looked around the endless desert around him.

"I think so."

Before Vito could finish his sentence, there was a gunshot in the distance. The explosion of the gunshot instantly led to a series of fierce firefights, and the roar of the guns echoed in the air.

"Oh, dear, it looks like we're in luck." Vito said as he pulled out the pistol on his waist, and he winked at Helen jokingly, while the latter looked at him indifferently.

"Sir, please don't flirt with me, I'm an artificial intelligence that can't provide you with the service you want."

Vito smiled jokingly and put away the CD, he pulled the bolt of the gun and ran towards the direction of the gunfire.

He came to that place very quickly. Vito lay on the back of the sand dune and watched the firefight ahead. There were two groups of people. One group approached Vito's direction were locals and a group of tribesmen, while the other side were desert predators. That is, bandits everywhere.

The two sides were shooting at each other, and the bullets hit the sand dunes and Gobi rocks. Both sides tried their best to shoot at each other, but to be honest, their marksmanship was really bad, and no one died after fighting for a long time.

Vito looked in the direction of the tribal people. They wore gray-brown robes and turbans or hoods on their heads. They had dark skin and classic Central Asian features.

One person was injured, and his shoulder was pierced by a bullet. Although it is not known whether he was injured during the confrontation between the two sides, it is still in the current stage of confrontation.

But Vito didn't care anymore, he looked in the direction of the desert predator, and there was a motorcycle parked in the battlefield, which was the only one that was still intact, at least it seemed to be.

Vito took a deep breath and jumped to his feet and opened fire with both guns, his finger on the trigger, and the first round pierced a Marauder's head.

The man fell to the ground with a thud, and the tribesmen were immediately attracted by the gunfire behind them, and they looked back to see Vito slid down the hill in front of them and rushed between them.

He fired as he advanced, and the bullets kept hitting the marauder's direction. A marauder with a long gun aimed at Vito and was about to fire, but he was shot through the eye socket first.

The bullets were shot at them accurately, and the heads of several predators seemed to be blown. The rest of the predators hurriedly searched for cover, but when they raised their heads again, Vito was already standing in front of them. The master mercenary was holding two guns. Continuous shooting, one shot swept across the position behind the dunes.

Several looters were killed as if they were shot, and the last few raised their guns to aim at Vito and were ready to fire, but they were killed just as soon as they raised their guns, and it was not Vito who killed them.

The tribesmen obviously chose to fight side by side with Vito. They helped the enemy's enemies. The tribesmen climbed out of the cover and rushed forward shouting with long-barreled hunting rifles in hand.

The bullets hit the remaining marauders, and those who were not hit were also killed by the tribesmen with their machetes and crescent machetes at the end of their guns after they rushed up.

The tribesmen raised their weapons and shouted in celebration. They picked up the weapons of the marauders and cheered each other like showing off their trophies. Shotguns fired into the sky, and their blades flashed in the sun.

Vito glanced at them, and then walked to the motorcycle. There were still several motorcycles pierced by bullets, which were probably useless.

Vito turned the handle of the motorcycle, but then he cursed, the motorcycle didn't respond at all, and immediately Vito found the powerful bullet that had pierced the pump.

He sighed and patted the hood of the car. He just turned around and saw Wuliu pointing at his shotgun. Vito smiled awkwardly and slightly raised his hands, looking at the people in front of him. Burakumin who belong to the same camp as themselves.

These dark-skinned Central Asian tribal people pointed their homemade shotguns at themselves. Those shotguns were slender and looked very rough, but Vito knew that although they looked fake, these shotguns were also good at hitting people. Not bad.

Especially its high-power bullets can make this kind of shotgun have a very long range, and its power is quite impressive, which can be used to hunt the fierce prey that inhabits the desert today.

Vito smiled and pointed at the predator behind them with his finger. Several tribesmen turned their heads to look at the predator, "Guys, I just helped you a little while ago. Wouldn't it be nice to repay you?"

The tribesman responded to him in an unfamiliar language, which sounded like a coyote's cry, and Vito really couldn't understand a word, so he smiled awkwardly.

"Can anyone speak Cyrillic? The language of Ursh, don't you? Persian? Well, it doesn't look like it."

Vito said regretfully, he scratched his head and then waved his hand, signaling the tribesmen to follow. Several tribe hunters looked at each other, then turned around, picked up their weapons and followed Vito.

Vito led them to his motorcycle. He stretched out his hand and turned the handle of the motorcycle, explaining his problem to them vividly and with gestures.

The Burakumin chatted and nodded to each other, hoping they understood.

"Okay, gentlemen, I need your help, parts or anything like that," said Vito, standing beside the car, patting the side of the car.

He watched the whispering tribal people talking in the local language. Of course, Vito was not worried that they would kill him and steal the car, after all, they couldn't do it.

Vito's hand was pressed on the pistol behind him during their discussion. He watched the tribesmen whispering to each other, discussing with each other with gestures and yelling, which seemed extremely intense.

Vito raised his eyebrows and looked at the hunters in front of him. They seemed to look at Vito after a heated debate. One of them said something to Vito, and he gestured for Vito to follow them.

The tribesmen started walking in one direction with their shotguns on their shoulders, and the hunter waved to Vito as he walked.

He smiled and followed them with his motorcycle. He followed them and walked in the desert. He followed the hunters. After walking for an unknown amount of time under the vicious sun, he finally arrived at his destination.

Vito stood on the sand dune and looked at the settlement below. It was a tribal camp built with six or seven tents, and there were many tribal people living in it, men, women and children.

The women looked up at the returning hunters, they waved to their husbands, and the children ran from the camp, yelling.

They fought with the hunters, and the cheerful atmosphere continued for a while, until Vito also walked into the camp.

The children looked at Vito and all became quiet. The women and the rest of the men in the camp all looked at him. The men raised their hunting guns and hunting knives and looked at him vigilantly.

Vito smiled wryly. It seemed that the locals were not very friendly with the outsiders. It was no wonder. After all, they had a fight with the predators from other places just now. I just hoped that they would not regard themselves as predators.

The leader of the hunter confessed something to a child, said something in that strange language, and the child wrapped in a turban ran to a large tent with awnings in front of him. He shouted something outside the tent and then retreated to the side.

A tribal man emerged from the tent. He watched a man and a woman emerge from behind Vito. The young tribal man was holding a shotgun with a long knife attached. He held the barrel of the gun and looked at Vito. Not friendly.

The tribal people in robes he led said something to the young woman, she nodded slightly and then walked up, Vito looked at this beautiful woman.

She was dark but not ugly at all, with an exotic beauty and big, watery eyes as blue as jewels.

"Hi outlander, welcome to our tribe." "I am honored, although it seems that not everyone... welcomes me."

Vito smiled and looked at the vigilant tribesmen around him. Men were standing around holding weapons, and even children were playing with sticks.

"Our patriarch asked for your name and what you are doing," she said in Ursh, which Vito could understand.

Well, it looks like I've hit the jackpot and not only has someone who speaks Ursh, but also a beautiful woman.

Vito looked at the patriarch who was talking with the hunters. He seemed to be the patriarch who understood the situation. He looked very old, calm but knowledgeable, and the young men behind him stared at him like guards.

Vito looked at the beautiful female translator and smiled.

"I just helped your guys out, and now I need you to help me too, and yours." "Me?"

The beautiful female translator asked with some doubts.

Vito shrugged naturally, "Of course, you have to translate for me, don't you?"

The young woman turned her head and said something to the patriarch. She probably translated Vito's meaning accurately, at least it should be.

Vito looked at the patriarch, who looked around at the surrounding clansmen, and finally looked at Vito and raised the long staff in his hand.