Dunbar sat in the back seat of the two-headed cow wagon, looking back at the last of the falls. His caravan had just passed through a spoken-shè area, and was now whipping at the deadly ash-suff dust that had adhered to humans and animals.

"When I get to Broken Hill, I'm going to spend a lot of money to see a doctor." Dunbar sighed, and once again estimated the caravan's profits.

"Head, head......" his deputy hurried over.

"What's the matter?" He jumped up and picked up his .233 shotgun, which he never left his hand.

"Oh, nothing happened, just ask if we can rest now?" The young man said a little embarrassed.

"Hmph...... All right. Tell them to be careful when you watch at night. Dunbar glared disapprovingly at the young man who interrupted his "train of thought."

"Yes, Chief!" The boy in the leather jacket saluted him, turned and ran to the others.

"Young man now......" Dunbar grumbled under his breath as he continued to count the goods: ores, furs......

Without any precautions, the sound of a motor suddenly sounded in the field.

"Marauders! Get ready for battle! Dunbar hissed as he began to duck into the vantage ground.

After a period of scramble, the whole caravan suddenly found that they were surrounded by six or seven three-wheeled jeeps. The three-wheeled jeep was the Marauder's favorite vehicle, and although it was thinly armoured, it had excellent mobility. The fly in the ointment was that she was too loud when she started, so the caravan could quickly spot the incoming marauders.

A man walked down from a gray-painted jeep, and he bluffed the handle of the laser pistol in his hand to knock on his iron armor, shook off one of his gray hairs, and shouted nonchalantly: "If you want to live, drop your weapons and come out, I promise you will be a group of lively slaves!" ”

A gunshot rang out in response, and Dunbar pouted in satisfaction, the predator who had been flaunting his might a moment had lost his left eye forever and was dying.

The bandits were silent for a moment, and then curses came with laser beams. In an instant, most of the caravan's men and animals had been damaged. Deng Bar's men didn't try to fight back, but the Jeep's good mobility, the Marauder's iron armor's defense, and the attack power of the deadly laser weapons all made the 10mm bullet useless.

Deng Bar blew the front tire of another Jeep, but his left arm was shattered by the beam of light coming from behind. He frowned, and raised his gun with his only right hand. Unfortunately, an incendiary bomb exploded at his feet, and he was blown away by the air wave. If it weren't for the combat jacket, he might have died. He lay on the ground convulsing, unable to see anything, only heard screams, burning, the sizzle of the beam cutting **, and the sound of the motor idling...... The smoke from the Molotov cocktail caused him to cough violently. He thought of his deputy, the son of his best friend.

Blood and tears flowed in a mixture.

When I saw my head swept away by the incendiary bombs, I was in utter despair. A medium-sized caravan of nineteen men and twelve oxen would be looted by this bandit army equipped with jīng liang in the blink of an eye. I'd like to persuade Dunbar to surrender - after all, the difference in strength is too great, and the robbers should be happy to trade us for a large and rich ransom. But I didn't! The murderous stubbornness of the head told me that no one but death could persuade him to surrender, not even my father, his best friend.

Half of his teammates were cut in half by the beam, and the other half was dying. One of his teammates threw down his UZE and tried to flee the scene in a frenzy. Within twenty steps, two holes were cut in his body. I lay quietly on the ground and pretended to be dead, ashamed of my cowardly behavior as I figured out how to slip away when it was dark.

After the last few screams from their teammates, the robbers seemed to start discussing the details of the spoils. They whistled, played vulgar jokes on each other, and flipped goods everywhere. It was already dark and I couldn't see the way, and I couldn't help but moan when I stepped on a wound on my shoulder as I passed by. Before I could regret it, I got a kick on the head. The bastard lifted me up and threw me on the ground, put his foot on my neck, and laughed loudly, "Come and see, there's a dead sandworm here!" ”

Then another good beating, and in a burst of laughter, I closed my eyes and endured the humiliation. As the cold muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of my head, I suddenly understood some of Dunbar's stubbornness. For some reason, my tears suddenly flowed and I was bleeding.

Things went very smoothly, except for the beginning when an old guy who didn't know what to do was pierced through Shaq's head, everything was perfect. The bunch of cute idiots even found a fish that slipped through the net. Just as we were about to finish him, the bandit's head suddenly bloomed when it was turned upside down, and the robber's head, who was about to pull the trigger, suddenly blossomed.

"Lay down your arms or die." A cold, emotionless mechanical voice commanded. The sound came from two dark shadows not far away, one tall and one short.

They responded with six beams, but the laser didn't produce the desired effect as I expected. As soon as the red beams of light touched them, they turned into patches of red mist and dispersed. The shadows outlined by the red mist terrified me.

It's terrifying.

It was a man in a high-grade energy armor suit and, a cyborg.

The robbers realized their stupidity and immediately began to flee. I jumped on a jeep ahead of them. While activating the jeep, I glanced at the robbers: only one jumped on the other alive. In a distraction, I was shot in the body, and blood seeped out through the cracks in the iron armor.

I cursed, turning up the Jeep's output to the maximum and going against the other Jeep. I hadn't gone far before I heard a familiar shriek. I didn't look back, just jerked around a small knoll. At this time, there was a loud noise not far away, and even the ground under his feet shook slightly. I know that the last robber is also finished.

As the car bounced up and down, the blood on my chest was getting bigger and bigger. I knew why they didn't come after me: I was short of breath and coughed up blood from time to time. It must have hit me in the lung, but there were no first aid or medical supplies on board. Even if I had, I wouldn't use it.

I stopped the car and sat quietly in the car. It was still night, and I didn't know if my vision had blurred, but I couldn't hear the wind whistling. Unconsciously, I reached for the nameplate hanging on my chest, and I could distinguish the words by the touch of my fingers as I had done before.

B-R-O……

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Located in E:704, N:1631 Event: A group of robbers drove a caravan Recorded by: Skynet

This incident occurred here yesterday at 1748 hours. There were six robbers and two businessmen at the scene. After a brief resistance by the bandits, two attempted to escape, one was seriously injured and fled, and the other was directly hit by an armor-piercing rocket. Successfully rescued two businessmen. An elderly man had his left hand cut off from the elbow down, and he had several burns and glass shards all over his body. Another young man suffered a beam abrasion on his right shoulder, skin trauma with soft tissue contusions all over his body, multiple blows to the head, and a slight concussion.

A robber can be judged as a marauder based on his attire, weapons, vehicles, mannerisms, speech, etc. A nameplate was found on the corpse of a gray-haired marauder, with the following superscript:

Brotherhood of Steel, No. 3074C

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