Gordon stopped the motorcycle, and his heart was already beating. He decided to take a look at the situation first. If everything was fine, he would put the previous plan into action and sell the two of them.
The Great Shock has been cultivating in various lawless areas of the Deep Realm for a long time. It is possible that the observation of words and emotions has broken through the shackles of San. He has been observing Gordon all the way here. There is definitely something wrong with this person.
As the ultimate old yinbi, Dashan began to put himself in Gordon's shoes and reason. What would he do if he were Gordon?
Immediately started the private chat mode with Anonymous.
"Gordon has something on his mind."
"It would be better to kill him."
Great Shock suggested.
Anonymous looked at the Biker Camp in the distance. It was quite spectacular. Although it couldn't even compare to the small border town he went to in the first place, it was still a settlement.
With strong wilderness characteristics.
Because speedsters in the wasteland often do not build cities in order to avoid various disasters, such as large-scale wars that break out among major forces for resources, and the aftermath of battles with some powerful forces, souls can not only be processed into motorcycles, but also RVs.
, ice cream truck and the like.
Since the wasteland is all flat land without any obstacles, the aftermath of the battle between the great powers spreads very quickly, which can be called a natural disaster.
The camp in front of me belongs to the Illuminati. Hundreds of various RVs, as well as food trucks and ice cream trucks are parked there.
The colors and styles are different, and the aesthetic style of everyone in the wasteland is also relatively unconventional. From a distance, it looks like an amusement park.
What really sets it apart from an amusement park is that.
There are also more than twenty steel chariots with exaggerated shapes that can accommodate dozens of people. They have high-tech gun barrels with a strange shape. They are two huge fork-shaped spikes close together. There is only a slight gap in the middle, which can be fired.
Not a traditional artillery shell.
There is also something like a base vehicle. In the center of the entire camp, it can be called a large mobile building. It is suspended in mid-air, with stairs scattered around it and a full steel shell.
Anonymous doesn't even know what kind of punk to call it. Neither wasteland nor steam vacuum tubes are appropriate. In short, it's quite ridiculous. There are such wonders in the desert, like a mirage.
Da Shock told Anonymous his guess.
Anonymous thought for a while, and it was indeed a good idea to kill Gordon now, but his wife already had enough wealth and resources. If the souls looted from the Falan Tower were only used as fuel, start
It won't be a big problem until a strange disaster engulfs the entire Deep World.
This trip is not for killing or robbing, but purely to find a way out of this hellish place, it is better not to fight.
"Gordon."
The nameless person yelled suddenly just to scare him. When a person is feeling guilty, he would definitely be startled by such a sudden voice.
"What's wrong?"
Gordon was as still as a mountain and had a very strong psychological quality. He was not frightened, but he was also moved inside. Damn it, this person is really difficult to deal with. He must have been alert in his heart, so he pretended to be like this.
Want to try it yourself.
"nothing."
"Maybe I didn't make it clear enough before."
"But now."
"I officially declare you to be my property."
Anonymous believes that it is necessary to have a knowledgeable person, otherwise he may cause some jokes in the wilderness where the people are simple and honest when entering the camp.
Gordon didn't have time to react.
Gordon screamed.
The Nameless One just cut off Gordon's head with a single stroke of his hand, and the pure spiritual energy spurted out. Then, with a small squeeze of his big hand, he crushed Gordon's entire body into powder and hung Gordon on his waist.
, made into fashionable and trendy items.
Gordon complained endlessly, rolling his eyes, and saw the mummies and lizard men next to him in the same situation as him, and he was despairing.
"Forehead……"
"I've told you countless times."
"Do you know that your clothes are really bad?"
Selene complained that even though she had seen fashionistas who were too unconventional, dressing godfathers like Anonymous Doe were too rare, and she didn’t know where she learned how to hang a human head on her waist.
"Hold."
"I'm really sad to hear you say that."
"I decided to make a change."
Anonymous learned from the experience and believed that it was really inappropriate to hang Gordon around his waist. The two heads of big shock and electric power were quite suitable, but with the addition of Gordon, it seemed too bulky.
Just like a person who collects wallet keys and puts them in both trouser pockets, the bulging bulge looks extremely silly and cannot reflect his or her personal style.
So I made it into a mobile phone chain and tied it to the communicator with a wire cutter.
"Is this the point?"
Selene was speechless.
ten minutes later.
Nameless Doe and Selene took the motorcycle back into their personal space and came to the entrance of the "RV Park".
The result was not what Anonymous expected.
He was immediately stopped by two vicious Illuminati speedsters.
Asked a very classic question.
"Who are you? Where are you from? What are you doing here?"
A speedster asked coldly.
Because now the money is exploding.
Moreover, basic souls are relatively rare things in the wasteland. Wumingshi immediately prepared some small gifts, took out four hundred yuan, and gave two hundred yuan to each of them.
"We are the ones who have just arrived in the wilderness."
"I'm going to stay here for a while."
Anonymous said.
Unexpectedly, the two speedsters didn't care about him at all. They sneered at the two hundred dollars and didn't even ask for it. After all, the Illuminati was also a famous speedster gang in the area. Who the hell were they looking down on for two hundred dollars?
Selene held her forehead and had a headache. If she revealed her identity as the Judgment of Truth, she would definitely be able to deter these people, but even if it works for people who don’t know how many decimal places behind 99.99% of the wasteland
, but what I am worried about is the small group of people who don’t care about the adjudication office.
Therefore, it is not easy to reveal one's identity, as it might lead to death. After all, there are many people who are against the ruling office.
"Where do you think this is?"
"This is Illuminati territory."
"But I just came to the wasteland and I won't argue with you."
"Fortunately, our boss is a very compassionate person."
"Hospitality."
"In that case."
"Just come in."
A speedster said this on the surface, but in fact he was clicking his fingers very fast, sending a message to the combatants in the camp. It was a super-probable event that a fat sheep came to his door.
Anonymous didn't pay attention and took Selene into the camp. Seeing various food trucks and ice cream trucks, they all felt quite novel.
The existence of such a place in the desert is really unspeakably strange.
"oh."
"Damn..."
"It's like being on a date."
Selene sighed, but it wouldn't last long, and there would be a bloody storm soon. After all, the average per capita in the Deep Realm, let alone the wasteland, was so low.
However, with Wumingshi's strength, she doesn't care about safety issues, and even if she is alone, these minions are not a threat.
