The howling wind instantly penetrated the saint's thin clothes, and came from all directions, trying to knock the warrior down. Countless sands surrounded the man who dared to challenge the power of God, like bullets.
Try to knock him down.
But compared to what the saint had experienced, all of this was still gentle. God still favored him and did not set off a stronger storm at this time. Once the wind level exceeded level 16, it would be beyond his control.
.
Because the wind force exceeds that level, the saint cannot rely on the control of his muscles to resist the force from the strong wind, and he will be directly blown away due to weight issues.
But where is the sniper?
Although Saint is not a professional sniper like Shadow, he has been Shadow's assistant for a while. If you don't take into account those super-standard snipers, he is actually a top sniper in the ranks of "mediocre people".
He can calculate ballistics. Although he is not good at mathematics, he is always very talented in killing skills and full of passion. But how to calculate the ballistics under the influence of a Category 14 hurricane? According to common sense, such climate conditions
Thermal weapons should not be used!
So the Saint just calculated the possible directions as much as possible and judged that the shooting distance was no more than a hundred meters away from him, or closer.
The saint lay on the sand, held his breath, and tried to avoid being affected by the big storm as much as possible. He raised his head slightly and looked around. Even now, he still doesn't understand who wants to attack him. This may be someone who will attack him in the future.
surface.
Besides the inhabitants of the shelter, what else could survive that level of destruction?
Mikkelsen either doesn't do it or never does it. He just doesn't have the ability to peel off one layer of the earth's surface like peeling an apple. Otherwise, he would dig three feet into the ground to ensure that not a single inch of grass is left. So as usual,
It seems that there shouldn't have been any extra living creatures, let alone one that could shoot.
Thinking of this, Saint even felt like watching a horror movie, but the next second, five meters away, a small bump on the sand suddenly appeared and began to move, as if there was a large groundhog underneath.
Just keep digging.
The saint moved his limbs together like a spider towards the bulge, almost no slower than the opponent in terms of speed, and the vibration to the sand itself was greatly reduced.
He's a great imitator, and now he's imitating the way a sand spider hunts, and whatever's underneath the sand is now prey.
The thing under the sand layer stopped after moving less than twenty meters. The saint didn't know whether the other party was taking a short rest or planning to leave from a deeper level. He didn't dare to bet, even if it was just for curiosity, he would never
will miss this goal.
So the saint ventured around and quietly approached the little sandbag from the other direction.
Then, he saw a gun barrel wrapped in a large amount of tattered plastic sheeting emerge from the sand, move left and right, aim at their armored bus again, and then just stay there.
At this time, the saint's curiosity had outweighed his anger. He moved his limbs more cautiously and got closer to the gun barrel less than one meter away. However, as if he sensed the saint's existence, the gun
The tube retracted underground with a swish!
But how could the saint let it slip away like this!
He directly grabbed the barrel of the gun and pulled it upwards, but what he pulled out was just an old sniper rifle with an unknown model. Apparently, the owner of the gun let go the moment he felt the external force.
The saint directly inserted his other arm deeply into the sand. When passing through the gap in the sand, he felt as if he was holding something cold, but the thing was slippery and he failed to grab it.
The other party's trace was instantly lost.
This time, there was no such bulge rising on the surface of the desert, and the Saint could only return to the armored bus holding the gun alone.
The consequence of not wearing protective clothing was that he had to accept the radiation abatement, but the Saint asked Thor to take out a sealed container in advance and put the gun in it. He felt some of the same sticky substance on the surface and gaps of the gun.
Slippery things, maybe we can get some clues through laboratory tests after we go back.
When the saint returned to the car with red skin, the youngest Gu Ren had been forcibly thrown into the safety cabin at the rear of the car. This was to allow the members to perform temporary operations in case of a leak in the car body itself.
Area of refuge.
Even after going through the radiation elimination process, the saint still has residual radiation. Others can resist it by drinking large amounts of radiation elimination, but Tan Ren cannot. He is too young to use those potions.
"So, a psychotic gunman ambushed us outside?" Brian looked at the sealed barrel containing the gun in awe, feeling as if he was listening to a science fiction horror story, something like that - when the last person in the world
When a person is about to end his life, there is a knock on the door. Who is it?
"I'm not sure if it's a human being." The saint frowned, recalling the feeling of his sudden glimpse, and slowly shook his head. He didn't have any clue. He only knew that this matter would probably bring Dr. Wu Qianying back when he returned.
Wake up from sleep state
Yes, when he gets back, fuck, he hasn’t finished paying off the tires yet!
The painful saint had to put on protective clothing again, and then silently went outside to change the tire for the second time. They also brought enough spare parts. Even if such attacks were repeated several times, they would not have to worry about not having spare parts.
The problem is, the only thing that can defeat them is the storm itself.
Finally, after being stranded on the surface for a day and night, the old but reliable bus caught fire again and headed towards the shelter.
Only this time, the small raised sandbag on the desert surface appeared again and followed behind for a while. A pair of pale yellow eyes watched them disappear in the distance indifferently.
Sol, who was inside the observation sphere, could not detect this small change at all. The particles in the big storm eliminated all attempts to see from a distance.
As the bus slowly returned along the route it had taken, they saw Martin outside the shelter door.
Martin Sanye was like a sculpture, standing in the big storm, looking at the bus in the distance before slowly breathing a sigh of relief. His weight, his strength, and his physique all determined that he was the most powerful person in this period.
It's suitable for people who move on the surface, but their reactions are a bit slow.
"Thank God, you are finally back." Martin said slowly, then reached out and patted the rear of the bus, causing the bus to move forward out of thin air: "Miwako is going crazy with anxiety."