For Tamsanga, the area east of the Great Swamp is like a blind box that has not been opened. He has only heard that this direction is rich, but has never really seen it. Keo is a tyrant, blocking all
Peeping eyes.
Tamsanga always felt that Kaio thought too much. He not only wanted to be the king of the marauders, but also wanted to be the king of everyone, even the old humans.
But that’s okay, Tamsanga feels that the bigger Kaio’s goal is, the more time he will have to prepare, and the more he will get when the time comes.
Tamsanga and his people left the Arland camp on motorcycles and moved in the direction of the car. It is worth mentioning that these motorcycles are rare and new in the wasteland.
Goods', this thing was produced by the survivors in Melbourne themselves. Although it borrowed many parts from before the Apocalypse, it still represents the recovery of industrial capacity.
Before Keo crossed the Great Swamp, the place did not have such strong industrial production capacity, but now they can unite to protect themselves and resist the invasion of predators. Just to reduce losses, they are more willing to pay protection fees.
way to avoid losses.
Only an idiot like Tamsanga would be complacent and feel that he had taken advantage of this kind of transaction. Kaio had already made up his mind to go to the west of the Everglades to kill the surviving man after the matter here was over.
Abolish the activist groups and appropriate their productivity for yourself.
However, there is a saying. Although the motorcycles produced by Melbourne people have low horsepower and high fuel consumption, they are still better than riding on legs. Tamsanga was very happy to ride them at this time. As the only one among the predators who had a new car, he especially liked it.
The envious and jealous looks of others.
Tang Ji heard the sound of the motorcycle engines almost four kilometers away. The undisguised rough metal vibration sound was estimated to emit a noise of more than 100 decibels within ten meters.
This time, the Type 66 sports car stopped in place relatively gently. Under Clara's somewhat puzzled look, Tang Ji stepped out of the car with a cigarette in his mouth, made a vulgar gesture of releasing water, and casually stood on a high ground.
, the water really started to be distributed.
The cigarette butts in the darkness were like candlelight. Tamsanga saw the red dot from a distance, followed by the coveted sports car. He had never seen such a beautiful car in his life!
"That's him!" Tamsanga didn't need to mobilize too much. Kaio didn't allow this group of people to find suitable ingredients in the camp. This group of people had already gone crazy. They refused to let anyone go.
Chance.
Especially after seeing Clara in the car, the adrenaline of this group of people was almost over the top. Women, food, luxury cars, and predators were all available now. What are they waiting for?
Boom!
The clear prelude of gunfire tore apart the tranquility of the night. Of course, there was not much tranquility in fact. The motorcycles of the marauders had long ago broken the tranquility around them. When these people gathered together, they made loud noises, even on the ground.
All the stones turned over.
A knight next to Tamsanga suddenly turned into a headless horseman. Under the control of the corpse's muscles, the motorcycle continued to run forward for more than ten meters before turning a corner and hitting another knight.
Boom!
There was another gunshot, Tang Ji aimed at the motorcycle's fuel tank, and suddenly a big fireball lit up the dark night.
Everyone could see clearly that Tang Ji was holding a gun in one hand and holding a cigarette in the other. He fired four bullets and four heads from left to right, and all the bullets were fired.
Then, in the flash of lightning, Tang Ji completed the reloading with fancy movements. Before Tamsanga approached five meters in front of him, he called the names one by one in the reverse order. Whoever was in the front would die first.
At this moment, all the predators were possessed by Einstein, and in just a few seconds they understood what relative speed is. The faster the relative speed, the faster they die!
Tamsanga was the smartest one. When he was completely numb, his survival instinct spontaneously took over his body and squeezed the brakes. This life-saving action was worth tens of thousands of dollars, because he saw that all his subordinates who surpassed him were killed by the opponent.
Killing heads one by one.
Finally, Tamsanga rode his bike and stopped in front of Tangji, with his big eyes as if he had just experienced a solo show on the Apocalypse.
Tang Ji just finished the third round of bullets, and the eighteen looters turned into corpses. In front of Tamsanga, he gently shook the prelude, flicked the bullet casings on the ground, and took them from his belt.
He picked up a bullet and loaded it into the magazine, flicked it again to complete the loading action, and lightly brushed the magazine with his palm, and the magazine started to rotate.
Tamsanga looked at Tang Ji stupidly, wondering what tricks the other party was playing.
But he understood the next second. Tangji suddenly raised the gun and pointed it at his face, and Tamsanga's mind went blank.
Snapped!
empty chamber
Tamsanga's whole body trembled. The trembling was like the trembling of the soul after a fierce fight with a woman. It gave people a kind of soul-crushing relief, but this time, this relief included the feeling of surviving a catastrophe.
, and understanding of life.
"Have you seen Kaiao?" Tang Ji asked without changing his muzzle.
But Tamsanga was still recovering his blood in the saint's time after his soul shook. He was dumbfounded and had no time to answer.
Snapped!
Empty again
White hairy sweat emerged from the bottom of Tamsanga's tailbone from bottom to top. The cold sweat was like oil, as if a layer of wax had been coated on the body, and scabs formed instantly.
"Me, me, me." Tamsanga realized for the first time that he was actually afraid of death. Everything he had done before was just a disguise, giving himself a fierce and arrogant protective look.
If he hadn't been afraid of death, he would have died long ago when he was defeated by Kaio, instead of surviving until now. Perhaps Kaio had seen through this a long time ago, so he spared his life.
Tamsanga's face was pale. He saw that the other party was about to pull the trigger for the third time. Behind Tang Ji, a fallen predator had already rushed towards Tang Ji with an axe.
At this moment, Tamsanga seemed to have entered a super-time stream. He was thinking whether he should bet on luck, whether the next shot would still be an empty shot, or whether
Boom!
Tamsanga's thoughts on life ended here. The bullet entered the human body, immediately tearing apart the superficial skin, subcutaneous nerves, and then the gums, jaws, brain tissue, and brainstem.
Fortunately, Tamsanga died happily and had no time to leave any regrets, but the predator who attacked by surprise was not so happy.
The ax fell, Tang Ji turned around, and held the ax blade with one hand. The predator felt as if an ax had hit the cement wall, and his hands were numb. His last memory was the row of white teeth when the other party smiled.
Tang Ji raised his foot and kicked the opponent away. Under the influence of speed and force, the opponent's two arms were still on the axe. Before they had time to move with the body, the healthy and strong muscles were torn apart and appeared in a jagged shape. It looked like
It makes people heartbroken.
Then, Prelude loaded the gun again, and the gunfire killed six predators who were trying to escape when they saw the situation was bad. At this point, the night that was a little noisy just now became silent again, with only two or three big cats and kittens left, some standing in the same place.
They didn't dare to move when the ground moved. Some of them had already mounted their motorcycles, but they were covered in the blood of their companions and froze in place, not daring to turn the accelerator.
"Where is Kaio?" Tang Ji lit another cigarette for himself. The light of the lighter swayed in the night wind, incompletely illuminating the profile of Tang Ji's face, gloomy and deep, and the red dots in the darkness were like
The devil's gaze fills people with fear.
"In the Arland camp!" A smart man replied in a low voice. In the worldview of the predators, survival of the fittest and the law of the jungle are natural. They relied on this to survive. Now that Tang Ji is stronger, he should take the lead.
"How many people are there in the camp now?" Tang Ji asked again. He saw that Clara's little face was a little deformed because she was clinging to the glass and eavesdropping.
"There should be hundreds of people, but I can't count." Smart people also have their limits, just like math, if you don't know it, you just don't know it. People can only count from one to twenty by instinct, and some people with disabilities may have even less.
"Where are you from?" Tang Ji looked at the motorcycles of this group and asked one more question: "The motorcycles are good, where did you get them?"
"We came from the west of the Everglades, and the motorcycles were sent as protection money from the survivor camp in Melbourne." The smart man seized the opportunity to share the information he had in the hope that he could survive by performing well.
"You're not bad." Tang Ji nodded and casually killed a few others who were not so smart: "Give you a way out."
Boom!
Tang Ji shot the opponent's right knee and shattered it: "I hope you brought food and water when you came out. I wish you good luck."
After saying that, Tang Ji stepped over the other person, got into his car, started the car, put it into gear, and moved forward in one go. There was a clang under the wheels, and he accidentally ran over the other person's lower body.
"Sorry, I didn't see the road clearly." Tang Ji shrugged in the car, feeling that he was still too soft-hearted.
Clara looked at Tang Ji in the car, her eyes seemed to be shining with lake light under the moonlight: "You can kill them all! Right!"
When she asked this question, her tone was full of expectation, as if a blind man had seen light for the first time in his life: "Even Keao! Right!"
"Yes, of course." Tang Ji pushed away the girl who rushed to kiss him: "I'm already married."
Soult took out the map, looked up and down, left and right for a long time, then looked up at the sky, wondering if Dr. Wu Qianying could use a satellite to help him point the way, but nothing happened. The map and satellite
The photos don't match it at all. After more than 20 years of devastation by major storms, the originally inconspicuous entrance to the shelter is now even more hidden.
What's more, Shelter No. 2 itself is a military shelter and is naturally concealed.
As for why Surte came to Vault No. 2, it was entirely Anne's idea. When they finally determined that finding Tangji ultimately depended on luck, almost everyone realized that they needed Mr. Good Luck.
And Anne happened to know which shelter Carl Wiler was hiding in.
So Sirte just took a map and a bunch of satellite lands and went out to look for people.
Somehow, Surtur's use of supernatural powers in the surface environment is very smooth and far less restricted than others.
Although this incident can be attributed to Tang Ji secretly taking care of him, now that Tang Ji is awake, it can't be that Tang Anran is specifically taking care of Surte, right?
But no matter what, Sirte is now near the Special Zone. It only took Sirte six hours to cross the entire federal continent, which also included Sirte helping to kill a few blind predators along the way.
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Sometimes Soult also feels that there are too many predators. Logically speaking, in the federal wasteland where there are more guns than people, the risk of doing the predator business is still quite high. The most important thing is to take such a big risk.
There are risks involved, and the final harvest may not be as good as that of more farmers who are just planting the fields and waiting for the harvest. After all, the crops in the Gray Field Plan require farmers to pay almost no time and labor costs, and they can grow well on their own.
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But they just wanted to be so stubborn, so Sirte just let them ask for mercy and get mercy.
"Shelter No. 2, do these people have no intention of returning to the surface?" Sirt stood on the highest hill nearby and looked around, but the place in front of him that should have been the special zone was not even a ruin.
Up.
There is no special care from big storms, no mountain protection, and it is a key target during the Apocalypse. There are not even the remains of man-made buildings more than half a meter high in this place. When the strong wind blows, it can roll up dozens of mighty winds.
meters of sand.
Fortunately, Sirte's protective suit itself is fully enclosed, so there is no need to worry about the invasion of sand and dust.
According to Annie's information, Vault No. 2 is a very conservative refuge. They have no desire to return to the surface at all. They want to wait for other refuges to open and then complete the reconstruction work, using their administrative advantages.
Stand up and eat ready-made.
Although this reason sounds silly, considering that Luther would rather build a shelter by himself than lead these losers, there is nothing wrong with them thinking this way.
Every member of Tangji's team in his worldview has no one who has said a 'nice' word about these people.
In Sirte's understanding, order needs political power to maintain, but this right is specific to individuals. They should be killed every three years at a ratio of one to two to ensure that corruption does not occur, and Shelter No. 2
There is still a whole bunch of useless snacks that need to be drawn and killed in one round.
What's more, he still can't find the entrance to Shelter No. 2, which makes Sirte even more unhappy.
When Soult was unhappy, he started to work hard. He roughly marked the entrance range of Shelter 2 on the map, and then started running circles at a speed of Mach 1.5. Starting from the fifth circle, a super storm