As long as there is consciousness, differences will definitely arise, and different ideas will converge, and forces will definitely be divided.
In the wilderness, there are countless speeding gangs, large and small.
In order to search for better motorcycles.
To collect more fuel.
This wasteland exists forever, with cruel and bloody killings, as well as the carnival of pursuing supreme speed and being unmatched in the universe.
"Forehead……"
"I don't have a son like you."
Anonymous said decisively.
"It's a bad thing for a villain to identify his father without authorization."
"From now on."
"I am your dog."
The man in the turban spoke righteously, treating his self-esteem as nothing, and because of this, he was able to survive for a long time in this wasteland that was far more bloody than other planes.
Just because he noticed how powerful the two of them were, if they were just mediocre people, the man in the turban would put it into the fuel tank as fuel without hesitation.
"Hold!"
I was so shocked that I finally met someone more awesome than myself. Is it possible that everyone in this wasteland is this kind of guy?
As the saying goes, don't hit the smiling person, the nameless person is also the master of the nameless person. This guy's attitude is unbelievable.
The man in the turban, who is extremely good at observing people's emotions, discovered the depression of the Nameless One.
"A famous philosopher once said."
"When you go out to fool around, you must admit your mistakes, and when you are beaten, you must stand upright."
"It's all my fault."
"Gordon has done his best to both of you."
Having said that, Gordon's eyes flashed to his mind, and his ability to observe words and emotions could be said to have broken through the shackles of three. The two people seemed to have an unusual relationship when talking, but there was a slight gap, and they seemed to be a pair of quarrels.
Lovers, why not use the strategy of alienation to divide the two of them?
It happened that he had plundered many beauties and handsome men. As a strong man with an index close to 2, Gordon did quite well in the wasteland. Many of these top-notch men and women were professional workers in the wasteland.
Immediately, Gordon took out a female worker from the portable space. She had a top-notch appearance and figure. Under Gordon's order, this worker, who was wearing a weird and revealing outfit, purple fishnet stockings, and red leather tube top shorts, and was extremely amorous, began to pose.
"This is my tribute to you."
Gordon had a private chat with the female worker, telling her that if she didn't work hard, he would throw her into the gas tank.
These people who are weak in strength and have weak mental energy but good appearance are also the hard currency of the wasteland. They can not only be used as fuel, but can also be used for a long time.
"Forehead……"
Anonymous was speechless.
Selene's eyelids twitched. Legally speaking, she and Anonymous were a serious couple and had registered.
She glanced at Anonymous to see how he would react.
"Actually."
"I'm already married."
Anonymous said so.
Selene was quite satisfied.
at this time.
At Gordon's signal, the girl in fishnet stockings spoke with a righteous face.
"Quality single girl, apply to compete!"
Gordon was a little surprised by his professionalism.
Ten seconds later.
Gordon's attempt to alienate her failed, and after being beaten violently by Selene, he reluctantly took the woman back.
Anonymous urgently needs to go to Wanling City instead of staying here.
Gordon never expected it.
Even if he was so stubborn, he would bark at all the people who should be yelled at, and show respect to all those who should be filial, but he would still be robbed by an unknown person.
Anonymous does not accept this trick at all.
He robbed Gordon of only his clothes and headscarf.
Anonymous counted some of the trophies. This guy was pitifully poor. He only had a few hundred conscious souls of the captives, which was just enough to refuel. In addition, there were five processed motorcycles, all of which were processed with relatively strong souls. They had high eyesight.
The two anonymous people at the top cannot be called good products, they can only be regarded as excellent.
"Why cry?"
"If you cry again, I will throw you into the gas tank."
Anonymous kicked Gordon a few times in an insulting manner. He adapted to the environment here at the speed of light. He gave Selene a motorcycle, and he also picked one and got on it.
"fine."
"I carry with me the wealth looted from the Tower of Fran."
"The collection of the six masters."
"No need to worry about fuel."
"promise."
Selene took out the most refined basic souls from her portable space. They were all souls with indexes exceeding 1. It wasn't that she was unwilling to give them to more advanced ones. In the master's collection, souls exceeding 2.5 abounded. She just put them there.
On these locomotives, because the energy is too strong, the cylinder will explode directly.
"Although you can just hang people and use them as fuel."
"But the effect is definitely not as good as real fuel."
Anonymous put these basic souls into the gas tank and prepared to go see the speeding gang that Gordon mentioned.
He stepped on the accelerator a few times to start the engine, and the cylinder suddenly became hot. Countless souls were tortured inside. He was ready to adapt first. Suddenly, he had a bold idea. There must be many powerful things in this desert of thoughts.
person.
If many domineering figures could be made into locomotives, supplemented with the best fuel, and with the blessing of their own power, what speed could they achieve?
"That speedster gang you were talking about."
"How strong is its leader?"
Anonymous asked.
Gordon, who had been stripped clean, was completely unable to cope with such a ruthless role. If he just abandoned himself and left the world like this, in this vast and sparsely populated wasteland without a car, he would probably have to wait until the end of time.
.
If he wanders around in the wasteland without a car or fuel, except for the powerful, he will be dead. The Nameless One is now completely squeezing his lifeline.
He desperately said words that were beneficial to him, hoping that Anonymous would give him a chance to lead the way.
"Listen to what my friend says."
"He is a dominating figure."
"Let me lead the way for you two."
"I introduced the two of them to him. A friend of mine has been involved in the speedster gang for a long time."
Gordon cried like he was mourning his heir.
"Um……"
"dominate."
"It's not a bad idea either."
Anonymous pondered.
What Gordon didn't know was that Anonymous wanted to find a top-notch strongman to make a motorcycle.
"That you know."
"The most powerful motorcycle gang in the wasteland."
"Who is the strongest person?"
Anonymous continued to ask.
Gordon thought for a while.
"I have no idea……"
"There are many powerful people here, but they only win with speed."
"Speed is everything here."
Gordon then said some nicknames, such as Miracle of Power, Andromeda, and Knight of Endeavor.
There are also some extremely awkward names.
Anonymous has also long been accustomed to the art of naming in the deep world. He is either a psychopath or a psychopath, which can always convince people. He is either treating the symptoms or the root cause.
When I heard a song called Three Breakthroughs in Bed: Extreme Speed.
I really don’t know what I’m thinking, it’s just a symptom of being treated.
"Is there anything more powerful?"
"The fiercest one."
Anonymous asked.
"besides."
"The heroes in the world really don't know."
"If you have to say it."
"Only one person left."
"I heard he has a scorpion tattooed on his neck."
"He is the strong winner of this Fury Road."
"At the same time, he is also known as the person in the wasteland who is most likely to surpass the speed of thought."
Gordon answered.
"Huh?"
"Fury Road?"
Anonymous was very interested.
"I have never seen a small character of my level."
"It is a grand event in the wasteland. In order to reasonably allocate resources, the giant speedster gangs gather the power of the wasteland to provide a chosen person, trying to get a king of speed to break through the extreme speed, break through the wasteland, and lead everyone away."
"A grand event to compete with pure speed to choose the fastest overlord."