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When the group of fighter planes flew over the air raid, Gu He wanted to get into the carriage of the lead truck of the Resuscitation Society convoy, but he had to follow Lorna closely. The exoskeleton prosthesis installed on her right hand had a part of the blood thread
It's connected to his head.
"We're all here, what are you afraid of? Follow us!" Lorna shouted.
Oh my god, I’m only scared now that I’m here! Gu He followed her and looked around. This wasteland has become a battlefield.
Various convoys attacked the railways and freight trains, and fought fiercely with the train guards. Those garbage people were completely desperate for their lives. Perhaps for them, it was not until the moment of death that they felt alive.
At this time, Chiba Gibson was not in the air. Gu He saw a tank not far away equipped with a surface-to-air missile launcher. It hit the fighter plane in the sky, and the missile fired loudly.
Immediately, a fighter plane was hit and exploded into sparks and fragments in the air, and the wasteland erupted in joy.
However, the dense bombs dropped by the fighter planes also reduced some tribal vehicles and warriors to pieces of flesh and blood.
Boom boom, boom boom!
"This is a fucking war. Everyone is bound to die. It's not surprising even us." Lorna said again.
The sound of fighter planes piercing the air, the explosion of bombs, the killing sound of battle, and the crazy shouting and shouting of people.
Death is also part of this grand carnival.
Gu He became more and more nervous and kept drinking the wolfberry water from the thermos cup. This was not fun...
After the air raid, the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood in the wasteland became stronger and more pungent.
Like other convoys, the Recovery Pioneers convoy has rushed to the railway side, fighting the train guards while allowing crane trucks to place the containers onto the giant trucks.
These red containers are very big and heavy, and I don’t know what’s inside.
The intelligence only indicated that the cargo was of high quality and worthy of being the target of this raid in the wilderness.
Gu He and Lorna fought together on the roof of this truck. She continuously launched neural invasions, connected with the people of the railway patrol, and then launched information turbulence.
When the other person's personality is messed up and there is backlash of junk data, she puts it into his container program and lets him catch it.
As she fought, she replenished ammunition and consumed ammunition. The more she fought, the more she fought, and the more she fought, the braver she became.
The second programmer is a special hunter with a six-speed gear, and these patrol personnel simply cannot resist it.
Suddenly, something happened to the container that surprised everyone in the wilderness.
One of the red containers that had overturned on the ground was hit by a stray artillery shell. The door of the container broke open, and the goods inside immediately poured out.
Some were like refrigerated boxes for prosthetics, piled in piles; some plastic boxes contained obviously flesh and blood materials.
There were also a lot of human corpses wrapped in bags, piled on the wasteland to form a small mountain of corpses.
The transparent body bag did not hide the weirdness and brutality inside. Some of the corpses were twisted and some were deformed. It was not clear whether they were mixed with alien species or the horrific changes they had undergone.
And on those body bags, there are numbers, rows of very long numbers.
Goods, these are goods.
The people in the surrounding wilderness who witnessed this situation immediately started to curse angrily.
Even though he has seen so many strange things and is well aware of the tyranny of banks, he has not seen many such things with his own eyes.
"Fuck..." Lorna couldn't help but cursed, her light green eyes widened slightly, and she said to the stunned Gu He next to her: "The biggest freak show in Flowing Light City has always been run by the New World Bank!
"
Chiba frowned and couldn't bear to look.
This freight train not only has one container, but it is almost as long as you can see from one end to the other in the distance. To say there are 100 such red containers is understatement.
"These are all human body materials used for extraordinary research!" Banks said solemnly, and the middle-aged class leader was also angry about it.
"The bank has been researching prosthetics, nerves, bodies, new programs, etc. There is also a research institute over there in Angel City. This batch of goods came from there. You see, there is a sign on it, 'New World Extraordinary Human Research'
association'……"
The New World Paranormal Human Research Association is an organization affiliated with the bank. It has a great reputation and is not a secret.
Its slogan is "Break through constraints, expand potential, infinite progress, never ending."
Those in the association only have more resources, are crazier, and touch more taboos than those in the Sanjiao District.
They have been doing various extraordinary research to stabilize the so-called "era order" established by the New World Bank in Anzhou. This is a superhuman and blood-eating organization. In their eyes, these materials are not considered
people.
"Do these bank guard dogs know about this kind of thing..." Gu He asked's voice suddenly became very hoarse.
He felt that he had asked a sad nonsense question, which was sad for many people.
But for ordinary people, this world really offers no way to survive.
Maybe just walking on the road, walking, and suddenly became one of the body bags.
"What do you think, these guys are different from what we thought." Lorna scolded, "They have crooked minds!"
Normally, Lorna would not be surprised by this at all, and would even scold him a few times.
But at this time, her face was flushed, and some past memories were flooding back. How could the bank treat the lives of street dogs and wild dogs as human lives? Such a large area of bones and blood would be gone at the drop of a hat. So many people, saying
To die is to die.
"Lorna, go and fight, I'll follow you." Gu He said in a rustling voice, "This is a fucking war."
At this time, Lorna hugged him and jumped out of the car. After she landed, she held a knife in one hand and a gun in the other and joined the fighting on the ground.
These railway patrols and these freight guys have become insensitive.
They just glanced at the body bags. They may have known about this for a long time, or they may have seen something more horrifying than this, so they continued to fight and run away.
This situation quickly spread across the wasteland, and the shouts of the traffic became more angry and more sad.
"Grab, snatch even more!"
"We can't let this material fall into the hands of the bank dogs!"
"Yes, the bank dogs will be used for research to strengthen them!"
"Let's snatch them back, bury all these people, and put these prosthetic bodies to use!"
In this way, those who have passed away stand together with the people in the wilderness and become free people in another way.
In the wasteland, the torrent of motorcades from all walks of life sounded their horns one after another. It was a horn or a cry. Containers beside the railway continued to be lifted by cranes and placed on trucks, which were then transported away.
Suddenly, the battlefield changed again. Another huge flow of traffic appeared in the south direction.
Armored vehicles, tanks, and multi-purpose transport vehicles were all heavily armed. The flags raised indicated that they were the Wilderness Mobile Task Force, and the bank kept the most ferocious wolfdogs used to deal with the wilderness.
Those are all elite extraordinary beings, equipped with various guns and cannons, and are well-trained and skilled in cooperation.
Such raids in the wilderness will not involve fighting with the enemy. This is not the strategy of the wilderness. Some convoys already loaded with containers, under the command of the leaders, reluctantly but quickly began to retreat.
However, those garbage people did not retreat, but were still rushing forward crazily.
Gede, Carrie and other members of the rangers recognized a flag in the task force traffic, the Death Row Squad.
Their eyes suddenly turned red, they roared one after another, and were about to drive their chariots up to fight.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" But Chiba flew up, as the liaison officer on the battlefield, "We are still prepared!"
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On the other side, Gu He followed Lorna and became nervous again. His heartbeat was too fast and his heart felt a little uncomfortable.
In front of those task force vehicles, the Wilderness Convoy was like a pile of scrap metal. They were professionals.
But he could feel that the bloodiness and wildness of the people around him were soaring rapidly.
Many wilderness convoys are waiting for this moment, waiting for the arrival of this group of people. This is their revenge goal.
A lot of artillery fire was fired, and many garbage tanks crashed into it, creating a mess. Some task force vehicles had to stop, and some vanguard personnel got out of the car in an orderly manner, and immediately cleaned up the surrounding garbage tanks.
Each figure is heavily armed and has multiple prosthetics on his body, holding firearms and cold weapons.
They all wore helmets, hiding their presumably expressionless faces.
This is not a squad, this is a professional killing army.
The battlefield situation on the railway in the distance was suddenly reversed quickly. Under the cover of the vehicles, the heavily armored faceless men continued to push closer to the wreckage of the locomotive.
However, Gu He knew that the revival meeting had a secret, which was a big meal that had been prepared for him.
Just wait for these Mobile Task Force personnel to get off the steel vehicles and approach...
"Look at our old man!" Lorna shouted, taking Gu He into an abandoned junk chariot. The driver had died. She grabbed the driver's body and threw it out, beating him.
If the ignition is turned off, the car can still drive.
At the same time, several extra-long giant trucks backed up toward the Mobile Task Force traffic flow.
When these trucks suddenly stopped, Latham and others, who were leaning on the carriages, suddenly opened the tail compartment doors.
"Hahaha, let's go, babies, the feast is here!"
With a squeak and a swish, a violent and strange scream immediately poured out. From the extra-long containers of these trucks, black shadows surged out, continuously pouring out from the densely packed containers.
All of them were mutants with the size of a porcupine and sharp thorns, and looked like mice.
Opportunity species, like little ghost rats, a whole group.
Thousands of them, thousands of them. As soon as these opportunity species landed in a surging force, they rushed towards the task force personnel crazily.
Over there, the vanguard members of the task force stopped one after another. They were obviously stunned. Their expressionless faces that had been trained to be expressionless may also have changed slightly.
The noisy commanding voices of each task force team echoed with the deafening shouts of surprise from the people in the wasteland.
"The situation is not right. Please ask for support. The wilderness has manipulated a large number of alien species!"