50,000 subcrystals!

For the marauders, this is already not a huge sum, but an astronomical amount!

If it was for the sake of 50,000 Yajing, even if they were to fight the Mother of Deathclaws, I am afraid they would not frown, let alone ambush a little-known "leader of the Little Survivor Settlement". Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Originally, Brother Hu's order was to follow that person back to their station, and then slaughter their survivor colony. However, in front of these 50,000 Yajing, personal grievances seem to be insignificant.

In order to be on the safe side, Brother Tiger adopted his younger brother's suggestion and changed the plan of following them back to the survivors' settlement and then launching a strong attack into a robbery ambush.

After all, he is not stupid, the person who can buy a card with 50,000 Yajing will be sloppy with his own safety?

So he adopted a conservative strategy, planning to catch the person first, get the card, and then torture his station, and then make the next plan.

Of course, although he is not stupid, he is obviously not smart enough to get there.

I'm afraid he wouldn't have thought that he was not the leader of a survivor's stronghold at all, but a warlord from the south.

"One kilometer ahead...... The day they found us. ”

The man who was squatting next to the water tank on the roof of the building, who was monitoring the street with a telescope, scolded, and immediately took out the walkie-talkie and reported the situation to his teammates who were ambushed on the adjacent street.

"We've been discovered! Their people are scattering. Keep up, don't let the fat sheep run away!"

As soon as they heard that the fat sheep on their lips was alert to run, the marauders in ambush suddenly couldn't sit still.

One by one, the marauders crouching behind the bunker grabbed their rifles at hand, pulled on the bolts, and ran in the direction of the target. The marauders, who had formed groups of scavengers, also ripped off their camouflage and pulled out their rifles under rags.

"They can't run away. ”

Hundreds of meters away, sitting on a modified truck, the fierce-faced man grinned the corners of his mouth, revealing a mouth full of yellow teeth.

His pupils released a fierce light, and he pulled the walkie-talkie hanging on the car window, and shouted wildly on the team channel, "The little ones listen to me, the boss said, whoever takes down the one who is the first of the fat sheep in the group will be rewarded with 500 Yajing!

"Whoa!"

The wolf howled and cheered, and the man sitting in the modified truck roared while the iron was hot.

"Anyone who wants to make meritorious contributions will roll into the car quickly and get ready to go! Let those two-legged sheep take a good look at how our Tigers stormtroopers cut off their heads!"

A group of marauders in various costumes emerged from the shadows, rushed into the streets, tore off the plastic sheeting that had been altered from the trucks, climbed onto the trucks with their hands and feet, and pulled the bolts of machine guns and rifles.

The roar of the engine resounded through the streets, and ten modified trucks worked together, supporting a group of evil wolf divisions, and killed in the direction of the "fat sheep".

However, at this moment, there was a sudden roar from far and near in the distance.

The marauders standing on top of the truck happened to look up at the clouds in the sky, but at that moment, a black dot suddenly emerged from beneath the clouds and approached them.

"Look, look at that," he said, patting the brother next to him, and he exclaimed and pointed to the sky, "What's that?"

No one answered him.

There was not the slightest warning.

An orange-yellow rain of bullets covered the entire street in an instant.

The marauder standing on the truck had only time to catch a glimpse of the afterimage before he was reduced to a pulp under the hail of bullets.

The Aurora-20 flew low, and the fierce 20mm cannon tilted the bullet rain in an instant, blasting the entire street to pieces.

The man sitting in the truck only heard a buzzing sound that broke through the air, and he didn't have time to think about what was happening, and the whole person turned into powder along with the modified truck under the seat, and disappeared into the diffuse dust.

When the dust cleared, wails followed.

Marauders who survived crawled out of the burning steel ruins or howled at the edge of the craters, holding on to severed limbs of flesh and blood.

A pair of blank eyes looked through the shadows beside the street.

It's already afternoon, and the weakest moment of the zombie day is almost over. Attracted by the screams and explosions, the zombies stumbled towards a devastated battlefield.

"Don't, don't come here!" one of the marauders set up his rifle in horror as he looked at the zombies surrounding him, desperately moving his broken leg backwards, forgetting the piercing pain out of fear.

Other predators simply gave up on survival, picked up their pistols, and pulled the trigger on their temples in despair.

The whole street was turned into hell......

"Station, fighter?"

Standing next to Jiang Chen, Zhao Qiuran opened his mouth wide in a daze, looking at the dust floating in the distance.

Although Aurora-20 was soon back into the clouds, with her dynamic vision and reflex nerves, she still caught a glimpse of the fleeting afterimage.

She'd been wandering the wasteland for years, seeing deathclaws, mirelurks, and xenomorphs so powerful that they were invincible. However, it was the first time she had seen a fighter plane, which only lived in the mouths of the blue skins.

"Civilized people's weapons," Jiang Chen smiled, walked to the bench next to the road, sat on it and crossed Erlang's legs, and said slowly, "I said, you will soon know who is crazy." ”

Looking at the man sitting on the bench, Zhao Qiuran subconsciously swallowed and foamed.

She asked herself that she had wandered on the brink of death countless times over the years, dealing with countless powerful lone wanderers, mercenaries, and marauders, but this was the first time that she had developed a deep fear of a person.

Even the Mother of Deathclaws had never made her so frightened.

She used to think that there were two kinds of strong people in this wasteland, one was the leader of the survivor forces such as Ding Liwei and Wan Peng, who commanded ten thousand people, and the other was the lone traveler who could overturn the claws of death with just one person and one shot.

Now, however, the facts in front of her have refreshed her worldview.

Even if two types of strong people stand in front of him together, I'm afraid they are all ant-like existences.

Just when Zhao Qiuran was in a daze, Jiang Chen's voice sounded again.

"Don't stand there stupidly, even if you slaughter more than 200 chickens, you have to slaughter them for a while. As he spoke, Jiang Chen patted the vacant seat next to him, "Come here and sit." ”

Don't dare to resist at all.

Zhao Qiuran mechanically walked to Jiang Chen's side and sat down stiffly.

Just when she was fidgeting, Jiang Chen took out a lighter and lit a cigarette, spoke again, and said lightly.

"I asked you to do me a favor just now, but luckily I'm helping now. ”

Zhao Qiuran was stunned and asked subconsciously.

"How can I help?"

"Aren't you able to sense the spiritual imprint?" Gesturing to the two guards next to him, signaling them to disperse, Jiang Chen took out a Rubik's Cube from his pocket, gently placed it on the bench, and continued, "From now on, keep an eye on me." ”