After 6 hours of flight, the not-so-fast transport ship finally arrived at the nearest safe zone.
After lowering the transport plane behind a hillside, Lin An took out the mechanical compass and created an illusion to cover up the transport plane.
Although the blood corpse transport ship did not have any markings on its fuselage under his arrangement, Lin An still chose to land outside the safe zone's air defense identification for the sake of safety.
After all, he had traded these transport ships to Tyr, and a transport ship with a strange route appeared here. With a little care, the other party would realize that someone from Long An was here.
"Captain Lin, when will Mo Ling wake up?"
After following Lin An out of the boat, Zhang Tie couldn't help but look back at Mo Ling, who was sleeping soundly.
If he wasn't still breathing and his chest was rising and falling steadily, he would have thought that Mo Ling was already cold.
"uncertain."
Lin An shook his head slightly, tore open a scroll near the transport plane, and sighed secretly.
After some thought, he still chose to take Mo Ling with him, hoping that Mo Ling could wake up before entering the dungeon.
After repeatedly checking the information sent by Taier, Lin An keenly realized that the humanoid cultists in that copy were probably related to special events.
According to scattered records, there are several shadows around the altar where the Death God's armor is stored, which are suspected to be supernatural beings.
After entering, Mo Ling's ability may work wonders.
"Let's go to the safe area."
No longer thinking about it, after suppressing their thoughts, the two of them quickly ran towards the direction of the safe zone.
"Asking the awakened ones to attack! Asking the awakened ones to attack!"
"Here comes support!!"
Outside the Thunderpike safe zone, a strong man with a chain on his upper body clutched the walkie-talkie tightly, shouting at the walkie-talkie with a frightened and angry expression.
The wind howled, and standing on the roof of the car, he frequently turned around and looked behind him.
There are still three kilometers to the nearest defense line from the safe zone, but these short three kilometers are extremely long. With the mutants chasing behind them, it seems to be endless.
"We brought gasoline and food back! Asking for support!"
"squeak!!"
With a shout, the tires suddenly turned, and with a harsh friction sound, the off-road vehicle under the strong man was like a drunken wild horse, shifting more than half of his body in an instant, changing direction violently, and almost knocking him out of the car.
top.
"Damn it, please drive more carefully!"
"boom!!"
At the same time, a chain ax as fast as lightning slammed into the off-road vehicle's position just one second later.
"Are you sure? If I didn't act like this, you would have died a long time ago!!"
"Almost got hit!"
Controlling the steering wheel with both hands, a tattooed man with pigtails almost jumped up in shock. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. He turned the steering wheel with curses in his mouth and urged the strong man who raised his head again:
"Tell them to hurry up! Those stupid idiots defending the city! Didn't they see that we were being hunted by mutants!?"
"After paying so much protection money, are they really a bunch of losers who just eat and don't work?"
'grass!'
The curses came one after another, as if the only way to relieve the fear in my heart was to curse aloud.
The strong man, who was clinging to the roof of the car and with a black and gold chain wrapped around his upper body, turned his head angrily, staring intently at the fat monster chasing behind him.
At the end of the convoy, they saw a red-eyed butcher about five or six meters in size, howling angrily and taking steps towards them.
Every step leads to a deep pit, the earth trembles, and chains swing.
Different from the iron chain on the strong man, the end of the iron chain of this second-level high-level monster is dragging a huge butcher knife, like a throwing knife. The dark red iron chain soaked in blood is following the movements of the butcher monster.
, quickly took it back.
The fat on the belly was like a washboard piled up in layers. Unlike its huge body, the speed of this second-order mutant was not much slower.
The thighs covered by the belly were like stubby radishes, flying up as they ran with all their strength.
Second-level advanced mutant, bloody butcher.
As a well-known mutant near the safe zone, ordinary survivors will intentionally avoid its territory when they go out to look for supplies.
But this time, as the boss of the team, Tofsky couldn't resist the urge to do something big. The team took advantage of the butcher to chase another unlucky team and stole the oil tanker.
I never expected that this bloody butcher would be chased from the edge of the city all the way here, as if his beloved thing had been taken away.
"Team No. 76, Team No. 76, this is the Stormpike safe zone."
"I'm sorry. Please hold on for another three minutes. The nearest awakened person is on his way back. There are currently no high-level awakened people in the city."
On the other end of the communication, it could be vaguely heard that the defenders were also a little panicked, and every second was like suffering.
When the strong man with chains on the roof of the car heard the news coming from the intercom, his face turned pale for a moment, and in a panic, he accidentally crushed the intercom.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
There are no high-level awakened people staying in the city!? Doesn’t this mean I’m going to die!?
In the cab, the braided man in charge of driving even though he didn't need to be relayed by the strong man, after hearing what he just said, he became even more angry.
It was a arduous journey to escape, it took a lot of effort, and two companions died before I could get here.
I thought everything was safe, but I didn't expect that the high-level awakened people in the safe zone disappeared en masse!
Isn’t this just playing with them!?
In three minutes, I can dance in front of my grave!
With a look of death in his eyes and a heart filled with despair, the man with the braids seemed to suddenly remember something, so he leaned out of the car window and shouted at the top of his lungs to the oil tanker behind him:
"Boss! Why don't you blow up the oil tanker? Let's run away!"
The only way.
Sitting in the most important oil tanker, the hook-nosed man named Tovsky's face darkened. Looking carefully, he saw that his hands were trembling slightly under his calm expression.
He heard what the team members said, and he couldn't count on support now.
Abandon the tanker truck?
I wonder if the tanker and the butcher have a special relationship, but the monster never attacked the car.
Detonate it now, and they might be able to escape back by taking advantage of the explosion.
If you delay any longer, you will die.
But I can’t bear it, I really can’t bear it!
As long as the oil tanker under him is pulled back to the base, he can exchange it for two pieces of white equipment! Eighty boxes of fine vodka!
You know, in the icy and snowy Soviet theater, oil is fuel, the fire that sustains survival! Generators and tanks are indispensable for any of them!
Just as the man was hesitating whether to blow it up, a scream suddenly came from an off-road vehicle nearby.
I saw the butcher who had retracted the chain and was still throwing it.
At the end of the chain, the huge butcher knife split the other three companions' cars into two halves.
As if being thrown into a car that was split into two parts by a cutting machine, two of the three awakened people were killed in an instant. The blood was like spraying tomatoes, dyeing a bright red in the ice and snow, and the remaining one had a pale face.
Frightened, he fell directly out of the disintegrated off-road vehicle.
Can't delay any longer!
With fear, grief and anger in his heart, Tovsky gritted his teeth and was about to jump out of the car and blow up the oil tank when two black spots suddenly rushed towards the convoy directly in front of him at extremely high speeds.
One second later, he seemed to be standing casually, standing silently in front of the motorcade and watching them.
Someone is coming!?
The hook-nosed man stared blankly, and a touch of ecstasy appeared on his face.
But after seeing clearly that the person coming was somewhat unfamiliar, the joy on his face suddenly froze.
"Captain Lin, do you want to take action?"
Crossing his arms, Zhang Tie tilted his head in boredom, looking at the chased convoy and the last bloody butcher.
He had already heard the shouting and talking on the motorcade.
The huge safe zone was actually cornered by a second-level high-ranking person.