Sitting on a bench in an open-air cinema, he casually brushed aside the corpses of the bandits who had just been killed by himself and fell aside. Crane plugged the PDA he had gotten from the nuke silo to his computer, copied the contents, and tossed it aside.

After the transfer was completed, he quickly read the several documents that had been copied, and his face began to become solemn:

If what is recorded in it is true, then what happened this time is undoubtedly a big event.

To put it simply, it's a group of idle and boring "wasteland explorers" - many of whom have now found abandoned nuclear bomb silos on the outskirts of the SAR.

But just as they were about to open the silo to see the missiles inside, one of the explorers suddenly betrayed and shot their unsuspecting teammates.

Then, the guy called a group of guys in crimson power armor, used a crane to lift the nuclear warhead inside, and pulled the thing out of the scene in a truck.

"Looks like it's time for me to get out of the way again......" Crane muttered to himself.

Regardless of what those guys are going to do with nuclear warheads, an explosion of an ICBM warhead would be enough to knock the entire Washington, D.C., into the sky, including his own. Now is no longer the time to continue in seclusion.

The last record in the document is that the guys with nuclear warheads are heading southwest.

In that case, let's just go to the southwest and investigate.

Thinking of this, Crane also immediately stood up and marched southwest.

The nuclear war destroyed all the vehicles, and the vehicles in the wasteland are still extremely scarce, and since those guys can get them, it must not be easy to come from. But......

Crane lowered his head and looked at the heavy rifle in his hand.

Even if the opponent uses vehicles, as long as it is not a heavy weapon such as tanks and mechs, he is confident that he will blast them into a cloud of debris.

After walking about a kilometer to the southwest, dealing with a few mutated moths and scorpions halfway through, Crane finally found a clue.

Huge ruts can be seen on the ground, which look like those 8x12 wheeled super-heavy trucks, which are generally used to transport rockets, and ordinary items simply do not need such large vehicles to transport.

"That's a lot of money." Crane whistled.

It seems that this time the enemy is not as simple as he imagined, and it may take some effort to solve the problem of the other side to recapture the nuclear warhead.

However, for Crane, who is a "wasteland hero", such crises are simply commonplace.

Following the rut, he soon saw a huge base with a black metal wall suddenly appear next to the signal tower in front of him, which should have been a wasteland, like the product of a temporary rush.

The walls obscured the view, and it was impossible to see what was inside, except that a few guys in crimson power armor were standing in front of the door, holding plasma rifles in their hands and chatting.

Now that the enemy's base has been discovered, there is no need to hide any longer.

"See the power of the Gauss rifle, bastards."

Crane leaned on the cold rock, holding the Gauss rifle in front of him, his right eye in front of the scope and locked onto the guard's head.

With the study of shooting tutorials, coupled with a type of training called VATS, his marksmanship can now be described as almost a hundred shots, and at this distance, he will not miss the target at all.

With a cold gaze staring at the enemy in the scope, Crane pulled the trigger without hesitation—

"Bang!"

The loud noise of the Gauss rifle resounded in the sky, and the head of the red-armored soldier in the scope exploded along with the helmet, like a broken tomato.

After firing the first shot, several guards in the camp spotted Crane's cuntzài and immediately ran over while firing, but unfortunately at this distance, the plasma rifle without a scope in their hands was really inaccurate.

"Let's read a few more copies of Tesla and You before using energy weapons, stupid."

Crane muttered and tugged at the bolt, and an empty depleted battery flew out, and after replacing it with a new one, he aimed again as fast as he could-

The air in front of the muzzle made a sharp explosion, and the whole person was pushed back slightly by the recoil, and another red-armored soldier was blown to pieces by the terrifying power of the Gauss rifle.

"Come on, bastard."

Pulling the bolt, replacing the bullets, and firing again, Crane's movements were as steady as a man. He would not have the slightest mercy for these guys who he had already judged to be enemies, and just continued to fire. Every bullet that fires out reaps the life of an enemy.

Five minutes later, the entire camp was sent to hell by Crane alone, and corpses were scattered all over the ground at the entrance to the camp.

Seeing that there were no more people left, Crane stood up with his Gauss rifle in his hand and walked quickly in the direction of the camp.

If he had killed so many soldiers in normal times, he would definitely have scavenged the corpses and taken all the other party's bottle caps and currency. But now that the enemy has nuclear warheads at his disposal, there is no time to "pick up the corpses" here.

Walking into the camp, there are several tents, barbecue grills and radio stations, and there is no sign of nuclear warheads, as are the heavy trucks and cranes used to carry them.

Where the hell did those guys go?

Crane, who was looking left and right in confusion, suddenly heard a muffled voice on the radio:

"Call Blackbird, are you there? Blackbird? ”

“……”

In the face of enemy communications, Crane wisely remained silent. But the next words of the other party made him unable to laugh:

"Take a look at it with a satellite...... What did you say? The camp was destroyed? Hurry up and use the 'fat man' to destroy the evidence, hurry! ”

"SHIT......" Crane scolded.

The weapon of the "Fat Man Launcher", which he himself used, is, in short, a portable tactical nuclear bomb launcher.

As long as a "fat man" blasts over, he is still in the camp, let alone a corpse, and he can't even leave a scum. Gotta get out of here!

It's obviously too late to run, is there any transportation here?

Crane quickly looked around, and immediately spotted a beat-up red mountain bike.

"Won't you...... Don't be funny. ”

Laughing at himself, he quickly ran to the bike, and after making sure that the tires were still inflated and the chain had not fallen off, he stepped onto the saddle without saying a word and rode back in the direction he had come.

- The great hero who saved the wasteland several times now has to escape by bicycle.

The most speechless thing is that this car turned out to be a women's ......

Resisting the urge to curse, Crane continued to pedal forward.