"Oh?" Martin touched his face. He didn't realize that it was an attack at all. He thought it was a larger piece of debris blown by the wind.
After thirteen years of retirement in a shelter, and his nerves becoming metalized again, Martin's reaction speed was several beats slower. He just shook his head and started working hard again.
The gunman hiding under the sea of sand thirty meters away tightly clenched the short gun in his hand, gnashed his sharp teeth from under his lips, and then quickly disappeared into the sea of sand.
The Saint actually saw the sparks that burst out on Martin's face the moment he was shot, but he did not move. The sound of the wind covered up the sound of the gunshot. He knew that he would never be able to catch up with the gunman if he got out of the car, so he chose to paralyze the other person.
Judging from the fact that the other party is still thinking about revenge, the other party will never give up and will definitely come back again.
What the saint needs is to wait patiently until the gunman loses patience. As he said before, a person, or anything else that can shoot, always needs food to survive these thirteen years.
And in Tucson, where else besides this warehouse district could there be enough supplies to keep a living creature going for such a long time?
"This big machine is really a miracle in the history of industry, perfect!" A mechanic named Admar Vysotsky sat in the passenger seat and looked at the scenery outside through Beamon's bulletproof glass.
Today is their first attempt to cross the entire city. The new paint dug out from the Tiger Claw Gang is completely rubbish. It has been completely outdated for more than ten years. Arasaka's promotional slogan back then was completely commercial fraud.
This also made Anthony give up his plan to be fully prepared. This was the end of the world, and there was no such thing as perfect. So after wasting a few weeks, they just brought all their supplies and planned to go through the night first.
city, help the Valentinos deliver a shipment to Vault 97, and then set off for the Palm Springs Vault.
Because Palm Springs was chosen as the first target, the excited shelter supervisor sincerely requested them to bring some surplus water purification chips if possible. They were willing to entertain Anthony with precious natural food and fine wine.
team up and promise to repay the generosity of the Night City shelter group in the future.
As the former supervisor of Vault 97, Anthony naturally knew that there were plenty of water purification chips in the shelter as mentioned by the other party. Wang Zhengdao also agreed to this request. Anthony only needed to pick up the goods and deliver them.
"I just hope it won't leave us halfway." Anthony, who was driving, hurriedly controlled the beast.
Just like the Saints, in order to adapt to the long journey, Ademar helped dismantle almost all non-essential electrical components on the Behemoth. However, it is a miracle in the history of industry in Ademar's mouth. It cannot be like the Saints' car.
Just like a classic car, it has been completely dismantled and only relies on its mechanical structure to run.
That’s why they need an anti-interference coating to ensure that this behemoth will not stop midway. The good news is that the existing coatings they have on hand can ensure that this behemoth drives to the Palm Springs Refuge and the Palm Springs Refuge.
There are enough supplies to replenish.
The bad news is that if they don't make it, the trip will be a one-way ticket.
"Shh! Don't say bad things about her, she will hear it." Ademar patted the driver's seat gently, as if to comfort the car: "You are definitely the most beautiful car in the world after the Apocalypse!"
"That's true." Anthony glanced at Ademar. He could never adapt to the other person's natural optimism and sensibility. Such a person did not become a poet or a sex dealer, but instead became a mechanic with greasy hands.
, it’s simply a twist of fate.
Anthony was not alone on this journey. Counting Ademar, there were nine people in their team, including people from Valentino Vault, people from Haywood Vault, people from Vault 97, and even
There is also a waitress who was smuggled out of Luther's private sanctuary.
In her words, she had had enough of that kind of life. If they didn't take her away, she would walk into the storm alone and die outside.
Although the other party said it in a joking tone at the time, it could be seen in the eyes of the woman Anthony that she meant what she said.
In short, the car is full of unruly souls. Some people want to find a reason to live again after the apocalypse, some people naturally like life on the road, and some people just want to escape from their own refuge.
The most special one is probably Mario Domingo, a native of Valentino. He insists on calling himself that. He is the envoy of Gusvota, or should it be called more formally, a diplomat?
In short, Domingo is also one of the goods on this journey. As a representative of the Valentino people as a political entity, he will be stationed in the Palm Springs shelter, which is the closest to them outside the Night City shelter group.
refuge.
Gusvota's desire for business expansion has been made clear. The Palm Springs shelter is his next target. The big storm will eventually pass, and whoever has the first-mover advantage will be the winner.
With this idea in mind, Domingo acted out of place with others in the car, especially with the survivor from Haywood Shelter. He always used the word traitor to call each other, completely ignoring the other person's role in the apocalypse.
The fact that he wasn't even from Night City these days.
"I've had enough of these Valentinos, they're like a bunch of vermin, never letting up for a moment." Jesse Dennis sat in the corner and whispered to a man who came out of Vault 97: "I
I swear, if he provokes me again, I will kill him!"
"Man, don't be so angry. At least they are polite now. Before the Apocalypse, the way he disliked you was to give you a bullet." The resident of the shelter was considered an old Night City person, and he shrugged and didn't care.
said.
When he first moved into the shelter, he was a happy family of four. However, within a few years, his entire family died in the chaos inside the shelter.
This contrast almost drove him crazy. They escaped the end of the world, but they did not escape the sinister human heart. His purpose of getting in the car was to find a reason for himself to live.
Anthony accepted him, just as he accepted several other members, all of whom were lunatics who were not afraid of death.
"If we do make it to Palm Springs, what's next?" Ademar asked.
"Then let's keep going to the next shelter that's closest in a straight line, and run all the way to the east coast!" When Anthony said this, his voice was several years younger.