A new day has arrived, and the mutated lizard the size of a football has burrowed under the sand, quietly waiting for its prey to arrive.
When a mutant cockroach the size of a fist appeared, its thick tongue shot out and rolled the mutant cockroach back into its mouth. But before it could taste its breakfast, a vulture with wings spread three meters swooped down and killed it.
Grab it.
Then--
Bang!
The large-caliber bullets of the modified shotgun killed half of the vulture's body with one shot.
The raider named 'Kelly' used a cart to pull the food back to the camp.
car?
Stop joking.
Gasoline is not cheap.
He is just a person who prepares breakfast and has no right to use expensive things.
In fact, if it weren't for the recent special circumstances, he wouldn't even have a shotgun.
Normally, his only weapons are knives and machetes.
The former was brought with him when he joined this group of predators.
The latter was given to him by the leader of this group of plunderers as a reward for the girl and supplies he found hiding in the basement during a robbery. Although it was rusty, it was better than a knife.
"Soon, very soon, I will be able to have a gun that truly belongs to me! At that time, I will..."
Kaili thought this, but his eyes were involuntarily attracted to a motorcycle in the distance.
It was a heavy motorcycle, and the rider was wearing a gas mask, so his face could not be seen clearly.
But the face of the corpse lying behind could be seen clearly.
That's...
Baron ‘Oasis’!
100,000!
Thinking of this, Kaili stopped caring about the cart and breakfast, and ran towards the camp crazily.
He wants to tell his boss the news.
In the wasteland this morning, there were too many people like Kaili.
Almost everyone on the side of the ‘Fortress of Doom’ saw it.
One side left?
As the people on this side started to move, they were also alerted.
Just like a group of hyenas, they follow behind their prey, keeping a vague distance, looking for the best opportunity to strike.
Goethe glanced at the rearview mirror of the motorcycle and raised the corner of his mouth.
Everything was as he expected.
Facing 100,000 la, it is impossible for these predators not to be tempted.
Even those looters who own 'towns' will participate.
Even if you are not participating now, you will be participating soon!
The motorcycle continued to drive.
When Goethe could see the mountain-like 'Fortress of Doom', he stopped his motorcycle and waited quietly.
The predators behind him approached Goethe.
They are greedy but rational - at least, at this moment, they remain rational.
They looked at each other warily, surrounding Goethe.
When the encirclement was formed, some impatient plunderers wanted to take action in advance, but were shot and killed by the plunderers beside them.
Bang!
Blood splattered everywhere and the body fell to the ground.
"That's my thing, no one can touch it!"
The gun-wielding plunderers turned their backs to Goethe and faced the many plunderers as if to declare their sovereignty.
Then--
Bang!
Goethe put down the sawn-off double-barreled shotgun in his hand and said in a hoarse voice.
"Don't be so impatient."
"I don't like rash guys."
"How about we make a deal?"
Goethe glanced around at the predators.
These plunderers had no intention of listening to Goethe's words. They raised their weapons, and Goethe picked up the body of Baron Oasis.
Only then did the looters discover that there was a bomb tied under the body of Baron Oasis.
The detonator was in Goethe's hand.
Suddenly, these predators hesitated.
"You see we all need to talk calmly."
"Choose a few people."
"No more than three."
"I don't like the number four."
Using the body of Baron Oasis as a shield, Goethe sat on his motorcycle and said.
"Who do you think you are?"
"We...uh!"
A plunderer retorted to Goethe, but before he could finish his words, his throat was slit by the beak of the Blood Raven Spirit.
Blood spurted out all of a sudden, and the other party covered his neck in panic, but it was no use, and he just fell down.
"Psychic!"
There was an exclamation from the crowd.
"You can choose to cooperate with me, or I will kill you all and then choose to cooperate with the next group of people!"
"Of course, before that, I will definitely blow up this body!"
Goethe said, looking towards the side with the least number of people.
【Gaze with despair】!
Immediately, the person looking at Goethe fell down like wheat.
This scene startled the remaining raiders.
They looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
"waste!"
A cold snort appeared from behind the crowd, and then the crowd was roughly pushed away.
A strong man wearing leather armor walked in surrounded by a group of people.
"It's Bazel!"
"'Desert Butcher'!"
The sound that rang out among the marauders made the strong man in leather armor feel proud.
But immediately, the strong man's face turned livid.
A "town" that looked like a castle rushed towards him openly and openly.
The ‘Desert Butcher’ doesn’t want to be killed.
All he could do was dodge to the side.
Then, before the 'Desert Butcher' could react, more 'towns' appeared.
Each one was firing on all cylinders.
The looters surrounding Goethe fled in all directions.
After a while, when the sand and dust fell, apart from a few plunderers, there were only 'towns' left, sixteen in total.
And that's not all.
In the field of vision of [Blood Crow Spirit], there are more ‘towns’ in the distance.
They didn't come.
Just wait and see.
However, this is enough.
"Hey hey hahaha."
Filled with manic laughter, Goethe stood on the motorcycle, opened his arms, and shouted loudly: "Welcome to my true collaborators - I like you better than the previous guys."
"oh?"
"Why?"
A middle-aged man wearing a blue dress appeared in the castle 'town' that first appeared.
The other party has aristocratic white hair, stockings of the same color, and a mouse beard.
"Because you are greedy!"
"Because you are brave!"
"Because you won't be satisfied with 100,000!"
Goethe laughed.
He spoke again without waiting for the other party to speak.
"I want more!"
"You want more too!"
"Then why don't we use 'it' as a key to get more?"
Goethe pointed to the body of Baron Oasis.
"What's the meaning?"
The owner of another 'town' appeared, looking down at Goethe with a gloomy face.
"Are you a fool?"
"For 'it' of course!"
Goethe raised his hand and pointed at the 'Doomsday Fortress' that looked like a mountain range.
Facing Goethe's insults, the other party's face became more and more gloomy, but as Goethe pointed his finger at the 'Doomsday Fortress', the other party did not get angry, but asked.
"Don't tell me that you want to use this body to open the door to the 'Fortress of Doom'!"
"Jock VI is not a fool, his bastards will carefully examine the body!"
"Then, throw it into the power furnace!"
The other person stared at Goethe with cold eyes, like a snake.
"So, you need someone who can really open the door to the 'Fortress of Doom' - I think I am suitable!"
Goethe took off his gas mask as he spoke.
Immediately, the clown's face appeared in front of all the predators.
These predators looked at that scarlet smile and felt inexplicably weird.
Especially when Goethe stood under the scorching sun and showed that scarlet smile, there was an indescribable sense of oppression that made people not want to look into Goethe's eyes.
The predators turned their gazes unconsciously one by one.
Among them, the plunderer who owned a castle-like town frowned.
"Why should we trust you?"
"Why don't you believe me?"
"I will take the body of Baron Oasis to the Fortress of Doom. When the gate of the Fortress of Doom opens, you will launch a charge!"
"And before that?"
"You are just watching!"
Goethe spread his hands.
Such an argument obviously convinced the predators around him.
They looked at each other, and the man with the rat beard spoke.
"Okay, you just need to open the door of the 'Fortress of Doom', and we will rush in as soon as possible!"
The other party spoke as if he was making a promise.
And such a promise made Goethe burst into laughter.
"Hey hey hahaha, are you making a promise?"
"Are you making a promise to me?"
As if he had heard the most ridiculous joke, Goethe laughed up and down, but at the next moment, his laughter stopped abruptly. He stared coldly at the man with a rat beard and said word by word.
"Are you kidding me?"
"Do you think I'm a fool?"
"I took the risk to open the door just for your promise?"
"Do you think you are a 'prophet'?"
"Give me the money!"
"100,000!"
"Not even a penny less!"
After Goethe finished speaking, he looked at the surrounding predators one by one.
These predators first looked as if this was the case, and then they roared one after another.
"100,000?"
"Are you crazy?"
In the wasteland, profit always comes first.
No one will believe that a person is willing to take risks to 'help' other people.
It must be because of profit!
There must also be benefits!
The former is the rule of the wasteland.
The latter was what Goethe wanted.
"If I wasn't crazy, why would I come here to make a deal with you?"
"Instead of taking it with you to collect the reward and leave?"
"I want more!"
"More understood?"
Goethe laughed again and at the same time raised the detonator high.
Immediately, the predators who were ready to move fell silent.
"how?"
"Do you still need to think about it?"
"Are you still going to wait here until the 'Fortress of Doom' is completely repaired, and then it will be all in vain?"
Goethe continued to laugh.
But this time, these predators were finally shaken.
They gathered together and discussed in low voices.
Looking at this appearance, Goethe knew that the first step was successful.
These greedy predators will definitely take the bait.
And after?
It’s the ‘Fortress of Doom’.
After packing 100,000 coins in a backpack and carrying it on his back, Goethe appeared outside the 'Doomsday Fortress'.
"I'm here to collect the reward!"
Goethe raised his hands and showed a kind smile.
However, the weird clown makeup and cracked mouth corners made the soldiers of the 'Fortress of Doom' hold their guns high until a man who looked like a leader appeared.
When the other party saw Goethe, he frowned.
However, he paid no more attention to it and just inspected the body of Baron Oasis.
Taking advantage of this moment, Goethe came over.
He whispered——
"Your Excellency, are you tired of the 'bugs' around you?"
