Keio's body was like a diluted treasure, and was visited by the residents of Holmes Town in turn. To be fair, Keio's body shape still met the standards of a legendary prey. If the head was cut off and hung on the wall, his life story would be written underneath.
, at least find someone to write a short composition now, and it will be more worthy of collection.
But for Tang Ji, Keao really made him uninterested.
To be fair, Kaio is actually just a small character with no strength, no culture, and no influence. With just a few hundred men, he can't even defend a street in Night City.
"Li Pu, he belongs to you." Tang Ji leaned on his sports car and smoked a cigarette, and said to Sheriff Li Pu: "Let everyone around here know that I have the final say in this place from now on."
Lip glanced at Tang Ji with some confusion. Although he had heard a lot of legends about Tang Ji from the restaurant chef Daisy, Lip still couldn't be sure what kind of person he was.
He was afraid of existences like Tang Ji, because the strongest person here was not much better than ordinary people in his hands. In other words, if Tang Ji wanted to, he could do whatever he wanted.
"What are your plans next?" Lip finally had no choice but to bet that Tang Ji was just like Daisy said, a bad-tempered good man.
"What's next?" Tang Ji looked at the dilapidated iron houses in Homs Town and the thousands of miles of red earth desolation outside the wall, and shrugged: "Let this shabby place look like that first."
Lip didn't know what level Tang Ji meant when he said something like that, but he soon saw the biggest massacre scene in his life at Tang Ji's request.
After Lip brought himself and a group of homeless slaves back from the Endeavor Camp, Tangji asked him to take them to the Alander Camp to clean up the mess.
For the town of Homs, Camp Arland is like the robber treasure house in the story of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves. The dead robbers left behind a huge amount of supplies, ranging from food to weapons and even vehicles.
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Of course, there are also corpses. The predators killed by Tang Ji are still the same as before, vividly interpreting the last desperate moments of their lives.
Tang Ji actually did not kill everyone. Before Tang Ji arrived, some looters had been sent out to scavenge supplies. These people became the last lucky ones, but no one dared to enter the camp to see what happened.
What, almost all of them ran away for their lives immediately.
The people of the Lipu Organization extravagantly burned corpses with gasoline. The shocking scene of hundreds of corpses being piled up made many people vomit. Many of the young people who grew up in the wasteland had never seen this in their lives.
The look of so many people gathering together.
But now, they first saw how the bodies of these people were piled up and arranged, and then set on fire.
As the eye of the big storm moved, Australia became increasingly comfortable. On this day, the weather was rare and calm. The billowing smoke from the burning corpses went straight upward and could be seen even dozens of kilometers away.
"Nair, did you see it?" A man with bare feet, a ragged robe, and a homemade crutch used his palm to block the sun and looked at the smoke column in the distance: "Is that a human smoke?"
"Regardless of whether it is or not, let's go there. If we don't drink water, we will be forced to disconnect." Nel Galindo was also embarrassed, holding a long wooden stick tightly with both hands, and his whole center of gravity was pressed.
Previous period.
This was the first time in Nair's life that he knew that living was such a painful thing. Due to lack of water, his weight was more than ten kilograms lighter than the day he first arrived. The last time he drank water was nine hours ago, and he had to eat
That happened the day before yesterday.
The good news is that as the first batch of descendants, Nair has received the reward of the mission, and he survived in this world for a week.
And now, he seems to have hope to complete the task of finding human groups and determining the level of civilization that human civilization is at at this time.
As for the subsequent task 5, Nair does not intend to challenge it.
He felt there was absolutely no need to do so. The world had become unattractive now. At least he didn't think any players would be willing to take risks in this world.
This place is not only dangerous, but also empty in content, with almost nothing to cherish.
Nair didn't know what was so precious about being a superhuman. He only knew that this world was quite evil. On the night of the Night of the Dead, hundreds of thousands of players suddenly died en masse, which was too scary.
"I hope they have food and are not crazy." Nair's remaining companion also prayed, and then the two of them planned to go over to see the situation.
Anyway, players are not afraid of death, right?
"Grand Predator, our allies have sent supplies as planned, which is enough for us to arm five Centurions." A Predator wearing exoskeleton armor stood next to Kona, holding a list of supplies in his hand.
He just stood there, as if the previous attack had never happened. If Soult were here, he would definitely find that the Kona he took away was no different from the one in front of him.
Kona has an armed force that supports nearly 5,000 people. He can be called the largest new force in the federal wasteland. If we also count the wasteland forces operating under his name, he can be said to be the global leader in the future of Apocalypse.
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is the fastest rising force in China.
The main reason why Kona can rise so quickly is because there are people behind him who are secretly funding him.
And when the person sponsoring you just needs a less eye-catching name to hide his or her existence, it no longer matters whether Kona is Kona or not.
There are three different forces behind Kona, which is the fundamental reason for his rapid rise.
And the Kona who was captured by Surta was not even the original version of Kona. The original version of Kona died in a dark corner not long after he first made his name and became Mi.
Coulson's puppet toy.
The one standing at the front desk is just a clone.
The other two mysterious sponsors, who are also interested in Kona's reputation, seem to have no reaction to Kona's changes and will still regularly provide various assistance to Kona. Their purpose and channels have always been secretly investigated by Mikkelsen.
the key of.
One of the parties will regularly give him the address of a secret warehouse and ask him to go to a certain place to receive various supplies prepared before the Apocalypse, from food to munitions, from sanitary napkins to bullets, everything.
The other party, on the other hand, would transport some less common materials to him through the Wanderer, such as the exoskeleton armor worn by his adjutant, and some weird weapons produced from unknown sources.
This is how this batch of supplies came. A group of hired wanderers picked them up at a designated location and sent them to him for unloading. There were a total of 800 rifles, 20,000 rounds of ammunition, and 50 dune motorcycles.
Eight containers were filled.
That group of wanderers also earned eight brand-new trucks and enough fuel.
It would be an understatement to say that Kona is now strong and powerful. In fact, his sphere of influence has spanned Northern and Southern California, and extended eastward to the hinterlands of Nevada and Arizona.
The only problem is that as his power expands and he is unable to maintain close contact with his subordinates like Apocalypse did before, Kona actually lacks control over his nominal territory. Kona sometimes even realizes that his subordinates
military forces often receive conflicting orders from himself
For another example, Kona, who was currently strategizing and planning to arm five more centurions, was busy besieging a personal refuge in Arizona and had no idea about the war with the Valentino people that took place near the Palm Springs refuge.
He didn't know, let alone that 'he' had been captured by his old friend Surte.
In addition, he also did not know that a group of armed forces under his banner were now attacking the Davis Mountain Shelter.
Ward Karloff grew up in a shelter during his childhood. Unfortunately, the shelter he was born in was not an official shelter with a number, so he spent almost his childhood fighting for food and electricity.
Ward has been working on a human-powered generator since he was six years old, and for a child his age, how to ensure that he does not starve to death or be exhausted is simply an art.
So when the Marauder's men invaded the shelter, Ward did not hesitate to stab the security officer in charge of controlling the gate to death and let the Marauder's men in.
Ward has never regretted his choice. Look at him now, he is now a centurion under the command of the great predator Kona!
The attack on Davis Mountain during this period was planned by him. In order to carry out the orders of the Great Reaver, Ward and several other centurions had been operating in this area for almost a year.
During this period, they conducted long-term observations on several superhumans in the Davis Mountain Sanctuary and formulated a long-term siege plan.
What makes Ward Karloff feel honored is that the Great Predator Kona did not stand aside and gave them strong support. Just yesterday, they received support from the Great Predator Kona.
Three tanks in total! Real tanks with tracks and barrels!
Ward had never even heard of this kind of war beast before, but he just took one look and knew it was his dream car.
Along with this new batch of reinforcements, there was also a crew team that could serve as instructors. Ward felt that apart from the fact that they were not very talkative, everything was fine, especially when teaching them how to drive a tank, they were very strict.
Yes, this is the first time in Ward's life that he has learned something systematically.
It took Ward three full months of training before he and two other less stupid companions learned how to drive a tank and how to use the sighting system to observe within visual range.
In the words of those instructors, they were ready for actual combat, and the delay was too long.
Ward also felt that it was a bit too long. He watched the residents of the shelter emerge from the ground and build a building on the ground. The big predator tried to persuade them nicely, but these people refused to join. They were too disrespectful.
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So Ward had already issued an order in the morning, notifying several other centurions around him to launch an attack on the Davis Mountain Shelter before twelve o'clock at noon.
As a member of the car crew, Mikkelson watched all this happen.
As the first person to use Kona as a toilet, Mikkelsen was very pleased, because after a series of screening and assistance, this group of soldiers nominally under the banner of the Marauders already looked decent.
This proves that the instructors he sent to Kona are stable.
The bad news is that these three Nexter-35 tanks were not sent by him, and someone is poaching him!
These Marauder soldiers who are nominally wearing the Kona flag are actually not important. What is important is that a new force that can independently produce various types of arms has suddenly appeared in the wasteland, and this force has managed to hide Mikkelsen's intelligence.
network capabilities.
Mikkelsen could actually vaguely guess who was showing the ghost to him.
The ghost who had accomplished the feat of playing Mikkelsen to a certain extent, hid himself without a trace before the Apocalypse. Even if Mikkelson destroyed the entire Internet, there was no guarantee that he would definitely eliminate the ghost.
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But now it seems that not only has He escaped the Apocalypse, but he has also accumulated enough strength to demonstrate against himself.
The tank crew that was nominally sent over by the Predator Kona were clones, but they were made more delicately and even had some prosthetic accessories added, but this could not be hidden from Mikkelsen's eyes.
He just didn't know where the ghost stood now.
Mikkelsen is very sure that those players have returned to this world and are carefully exploring the ruins of this world. As for the ghost, can he still be regarded as an ally? Or has he turned to the players?
All this troubled Mikkelsen's clone, and at this time, Ward's order came to his ears: "Continue to drive 2.2 kilometers to the right and meet up with the 102 Centurions."
Mikkelsen, who played the role of the driver, nodded yes. It is worth mentioning that as the big storm gradually dissipated and Tanguy returned to his position, Mikkelsen's abilities are gradually recovering. He can currently control his own car within 100 kilometers.
Many clones are integrated and share the memories and thoughts between the clones.
Therefore, Mikkelsen is now considered a complete version of .50. He is not very worried about his own death, but he is very curious about why the ghost who secretly provided Kona with arms would do this to Davis.
Where to start.
You know, even he is not asking for trouble. The people living here are basically related to Tang Ji. Other than that, they have no strategic value. They are not willing to take such a risk to anger him.
"Stop! Found a high-speed moving target! Turn! Turn! Turn! Mikkelsen firmly grasped the fixed handle in the tank cockpit, and the next second the tank suddenly started spinning.
It was Soult. Mikkelsen even had time to judge who the other party was.
Rumble!
The tank was overturned and rolled for more than ten meters, while Sirte stood in the smoke and dust, feeling as if he smelled something familiar and strange.
