"Under attack, under attack, highest alert! We need patrol support here, we need a mobile task force, the wilderness is crazy!"
"This batch of goods is of high value and cannot be lost. Fire!"
Before the freight train derailed, there were already many responses in the cockpit of the locomotive and in the several passenger cars behind the locomotive. Marshall, the driver's team leader, pressed the alarm system, and the guards on the train operated the on-board guns and opened fire first.
Through the car window, they saw countless motorcades rushing through the wilderness plains, like huge waves.
Fierce gunfire was fired, beating the garbage-painted monsters at the front to pieces, overturning the garbage tanks and causing them to explode. The smell of blood, gunpowder and fuel enveloped the wasteland.
But everyone on the train still saw those dilapidated tanks submerged like monsters.
Bang bang, bang bang!
The garbage chariot hit the locomotive directly, the windows were broken, the cabin was twisted, and a chariot penetrated into the car. The painted lunatics in the car were screaming and howling. Some were killed after being hit, and some fled into the train.
Inside the carriage.
The attack on the locomotive caused the entire train to begin to shake and rush off the track, making a screeching and derailing sound.
The drivers on the driver's team were busy trying to slow down the train, but the wheels of the train were still knocked off the rails and could not be pulled back at all.
"Laugh to death, laugh to death..." Helan was in the locomotive, bullets and sparks flying out of the automatic rifle in his hand, blasting the heads of several garbage people who came up, one by one.
Judy Dickinson, you didn't expect that I, who was transferred to the freight area as a large freight guy, would be able to encounter this kind of war.
Look, look at how many garbage people, how many wild cars and wild dogs there are in the wilderness outside, they are all here!
"Bank mother, you greedy ghost, I have contributed to you again!"
Bang, bang, bang——
He Lan is the junior level three programmer of the warrior system. Although the nerve damage caused him to downgrade from the sixth speed to the third speed, he can only use the J and Q level programs. The strength and agility of his body have been greatly reduced, but his marksmanship is still there.
exist.
He now has four hands, two real hands and two prosthetic hands.
At the shocking moment when the train derailed, the prosthetic hand exploded into blood-threaded threads and grasped the roof of the car to stabilize the body. The real hand could also hold a gun and aim at the enemy, blowing up the garbage that surged onto the train one by one.
At the same time, Darren, Leslie and others, who were also extraordinary members of the escort team on the car, were also fighting back.
He Lan was transferred as the driver supervisor just a few days ago. He was not the leader of the escort team. This time he was just accompanying the car to familiarize himself with the business.
This freight train was sent from Angel City to Liuguang City. Because the cargo was a bit special, it stopped at the West Station west of Liuguang City last night. After checking that there was no problem, it was pulled to the freight center of the freight area.
What happened to these wild dogs? Impossible.
It must be that Wilderness got the information and knew that this batch of goods had been inspected at the West Railway Station last night and judged its value, so they came to snatch it... It is not ruled out that there is information that the freight man betrayed it...
The banging impact interrupted Helan's fleeting thoughts.
The train was thrown out unstoppably, the locomotive rolled and fell to the ground, and ordinary people on board were directly hit and injured.
Even for He Lan, the prosthetic body inside was almost broken when he pushed his left foot. His fragile nerves were no longer able to support him to use 100% of the body, and most of it could only remain in the flesh.
Helan gritted his teeth and struggled from the dizziness caused by the impact. He could no longer care about Darren, Marshall and the others. He decisively jumped out of the broken car window.
We can't stay at the locomotive, those savages will definitely blow up the locomotive...
As soon as I jumped out of the car and stood on the roof, smoke filled the air, and the hustle and bustle of traffic in the wasteland rushed towards my face.
Even though Helan had served Bank Mother in the Wilderness Mobile Task Force for many years, he couldn't help but be slightly startled now. He had never seen the scene before him. Such a convoy had never been organized in the wilderness in the past few years. This was not an ordinary fight.
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The destruction of the patrol group and the Ronin Society detonated the wilderness.
The entire wilderness as far as the eye could see was filled with traffic, and the flags of the rangers and the Ronin Association were flying like ghosts.
There are already many freight train containers scattered on the wasteland beside the railway. Some strange-looking crane trucks and giant trucks are driving towards those containers under the protection of chariots, ready to snatch even the boxes.
These savages had obviously planned ahead. They would explode when they came up, rob when they exploded, and run away after they robbed.
They were jubilating, roaring, and shouting, and more and more garbage people jumped onto the carriages of the derailed train.
Helan suddenly noticed something and swooped towards the other direction, using the locomotive as a cover.
A group of bikini-clad female savages full of exoskeletons jumped on their tanks and fired rocket launchers at close range. The shells came straight with smoke, boom, boom!
The paralyzed train lost its machine gun interception capability, the locomotive was hit, and a section of the railway was also blown over.
Over there, Marshall and several others were just about to leave the carriage when they were blown to pieces.
"Fight, fight, fight!" The wild dogs shouted in unison throughout the wilderness.
Helan hid near the front of the car, but was hit by the impact of the shells and his chest was tight. He could hardly stand and sweat poured out of his forehead.
Although this batch of goods is not the highest level, it is still very valuable. It has been fully supervised. The railway patrol team from the nearby outpost will come over soon. Darren and his team's combat power is not low. The alarm has been issued, and everyone will be there soon.
Coming.
But he doubted whether he could survive until that time.
Those savages are not afraid of death, but is Helan afraid of death...
He told the judges that he needed a chance to prove that he could still fight.
And now, isn't this such an opportunity?
"There are dogs from the task force here!" Suddenly, a savage discovered him, a dead remnant of the Ronin Society.
That night at the tribal camp of the Ronin Association, Helan wiped out many ronin, and his nerves were injured from the battle, but how could he miss one like this? He should have killed this ronin that night, and it might not be too late now.
Helan bit hard and broke a red capsule placed next to his teeth in his mouth, and the medicinal liquid immediately put him into an overclocking state.
This is an overclocking pill that all members of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force are equipped with. Many people suffer physiological nerve damage this way, and so does he. Taking it again now will only make the injury worse.
But he had no choice, or maybe, this was the best choice.
Suddenly, all the nerves in Helan's brain felt like they were being torn apart, and the speed of the nerves was instantly increasing and breaking through.
Third gear, fourth gear, fifth gear...
Although it is still a little behind the sixth gear, although it may only be ten minutes, he has upgraded to the fifth gear.
He had the last ten minutes.
"Wild dog, your Grandpa Helan is here!" Helan's eyes were completely bloodshot. The J-level program "Chassis" was activated, and various prosthetic bodies broke free from the broken body, turning him into a proud steel man.
giant.
Damn the sequelae of traumatic stress, he suddenly kicked the ground, jumped up with the machine shell ejected, and fired in the air with the rifle in his hand.
The dead ronin swordsman also had red eyes and charged towards him with a samurai sword. He was a ronin professional type.
A side door that is considered to be of the same constellation as the assassin has a few moments, but only a few moments.
While He Lan was shooting at the garbage people, his two flesh-and-blood prosthetic hands once again exploded into nerve-like blood threads, which stuck to the Ronin. The opponent was very fast, but not as fast as him in fifth gear.
He exerted all his strength and threw the angry ronin into the air, and then struck hard with the steel fist of a machine shell.
Bang bang! Ronin was beaten into two pieces in the air, and his flesh and blood were scattered in the wind.
The battle in the small area of the locomotive wreckage was not just Helan, Darren, Leslie and others all had their own killings.
At the same time, a large number of garbage clans kept coming, howling and driving chariots.
The death of their companions does not frighten these madmen, but only fuels their wildness, using those weird homemade weapons to launch waves of attacks on the extraordinary guards of the train.
Most of these lunatics are the children of truckers and muddy prostitutes, deformities born in filth.
Like growing cancer cells, attacking the freight railroads that created them.
They had a bad life, but they were going to die a good death.
"Kill the dog, kill the dog!" some garbage tribesmen shouted, they were all teenagers, "This train is our chariot!"
Not yet, your tanks are not so luxurious.
Helan fired out the blood-threads of two prosthetic bodies again, grabbed a dozen garbage people to prevent them from running around, activated the Q-level program "Junior Power", and fired out a series of lines with huge force from the machine casing.
The chains would crush their heads.
Bang, bang, bang, one, two, three...Mom, I am contributing again...
"Eaha!" Suddenly, a bikini girl rushed closer, raised the cable in her hand and threw it. Helan, who was busy dealing with the garbage people, still couldn't avoid it, and was tied up, like a ring toss quilt in an amusement park.
Tossed prizes.
A current surged violently, and the steel casing was overloaded with electricity, and he couldn't help but scream.
Click, a garbage boy wielded a broken iron spear and stabbed him. Helan felt another strange pain in his abdomen. The spear penetrated and got stuck in the casing, skin, flesh and internal organs.
Another moment, a girl with two swords jumped over quickly, and both of his prosthetic hands were cut off, bleeding profusely.
The cable was tied to a garbage truck, and Helan was immediately dragged along and had to run across the wasteland.
He was running, using his extraordinary physical fitness in fifth gear, still trying his best to dodge or withstand various attacks.
But his casing was still being damaged, parts were flying out one by one, and more and more spears were hanging on his body.
The garbage truck dragged him, and the garbage boys chased him, picking up the flying parts. The dust was flying, the vehicle's horn was blaring, and the crazy people were laughing and screaming.
Helan's consciousness gradually blurred, but suddenly he was awakened by the roar of fighter jets flying over...
In the early morning sky, I saw a whole formation of Railway Administration fighter jets flying quickly. However, this formation had many scruples. In order to protect this batch of goods, they could not fight near the railway.
However, the wilderness plain is very large and has a lot of traffic. They fly over and drop bombs from the air raids.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time!" However, the savages shouted, there were also arms in the wilderness, some were robbed, and some were bought.
The surface-to-air missiles on some vehicles were immediately aimed and launched, and the wild dogs just fiddled with the operation.
Earlier, a large number of fabricators and painters had created illusions, disrupting the sight of those fighters.
Under these interferences, both the pilot and the electronic equipment thought they were aiming, but in fact they missed the target.
A large number of hunters in various convoys were launching information turbulence and information storm into the sky. Those fighter planes were immediately interfered with, and both the electronic equipment and the pilots were unable to bear it.
Several fighter planes malfunctioned and fell from high altitudes, causing another burst of laughter and shouts in the wilderness plains.
The fighter jet formation flew over without lingering much.
This round of air raids was not fruitless. Some wild dog tanks were blown over, and some people died because they could not escape.
But there are too many wild dogs, too many... and the information interference is too serious...
He Lan knew that he had to deal with it from the ground and break the wild dog's illusions in order to really cause damage to the opponent.
However, the first batch of railway patrols that arrived were already caught in the torrent of wilderness convoys as soon as they arrived. The patrol members had guns, tanks, and moderately talented extraordinary people, but they were also swept up and shaken by the torrent.
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As for the convoy of freighters sent to tow away the cargo containers, they collapsed in one blow and were busy running for their lives.
However, various chariots in the wilderness were chasing these prey, and some large trucks with full loads left with the loot and drove into the depths of the northern wilderness.
This is all the loss of the bank's mother... Helan felt heartbroken and anxious when she saw it.
Suddenly, multiple iron rods and steel spears were pierced into his chest and abdomen by multiple garbage tribesmen, already like a hedgehog.
The pain of his body and the numbness of his nerves were dragging him into the silent darkness.
He entered the Bank Training Institute at the age of five. Now, at the age of twenty-four, he is finished. His mission is coming to an end.
"Ah!" Helan yelled sternly. In the overclocking state, the casing all over his body exploded. In a self-destructive disintegration method, he turned into countless steel blades and shot out the enemies around him with great force.
Garbage boys, bikini girls, and other wild dogs...
Some were hit, and blood and flesh spattered instantly; some dodged away.
Click, click, click, more long iron rods were inserted into Helan's whole body, and his whole body was lifted up.
The blood flowed backwards from the tattered flesh all over his body, and he no longer had the strength to perform any extraordinary procedures. His brain nerves finally could not withstand the burning caused by overclocking, and suddenly broke completely.
These wild dogs no longer wanted to play with him, and a homemade iron spear was pressed against his head.
But at this time, Helan's distracted eyes saw a large number of heavily armored vehicles of the Wilderness Mobile Task Force appearing in the distance to the south, flying very distinct team flags: Death Row Team, Thunderstorm Team, Blood Phoenix Team...
It looks like there are at least five wilderness mobile task forces.
Although they are said to be small teams, in fact, each team has hundreds of people or more. This is different from the Mobile Task Force of the Bureau of Secrets. The wilderness teams are large in size, and every member is at least fifth gear, and all of them are
Combat Elite.
There were hundreds of people there, hundreds of warriors who were much better than him now.
Before He Lan's consciousness dissipated, he grinned a weird smile.
The morning sun is bright, it is not an illusion before death.
Everyone is here, these wild dogs will all be killed today, and the goods they stole will be vomited back...
These wild dogs finally gathered together, which made it easier for everyone to remove them...
Bank, Mom, I tried my best... I have contributed everything to you, and I participated in the construction of the epoch order...
Boom!
With a gunshot, Helan's head was beaten to pieces and turned into rain of blood scattered on the noisy wilderness plain.