The Prophet is not stupid, he knows the shortcomings of his organization------ he can use his personal charm to "infect" the wastelanders, and build the organization of the Black Saints, if he wants to make the organization bigger and stronger, it is not something he can do alone, he must have the help of elites in operation and command.

Wei Qianshou is the leader of the Warrior Company, and Zhang Feng is the commander of the Jewel City Guard, but they are both people with rich experience in leading troops.

Although from a more cautious point of view, there is a potential danger of luring wolves into the Black Saints, ...... He was sure that those two guys would do their jobs honestly.

Rumble!

Not far from the south gate, a flame rose and a noisy shout carried in the wind.

However, the people inside and outside the South Gate Gate were not at all concerned about the riots in the vicinity, and their attention was focused on one thing.

Someone fired.

It was not the soldier of the razor man demon, nor was it Zhang Feng who had made up his mind to break through alone, the gunfire came from the revolver with many scratches in Yang Zhi's hand.

The muzzle of the gun was directed at the left chest of the Prophet, so the bullet entered from behind, and the blood quickly stained the clean shirt inside the suit.

The prophet did not wait for Zhang Feng and Wei Qianshou to respond, but waited for his companions to attack from behind.

He wanted to turn around to look at Yang Zhi's face, but he could no longer maintain his standing posture after only a slight movement of his footsteps, and fell to the ground with a pop.

Wei Qianshou and Zhang Feng and the others were stunned, they didn't expect that those two people would rebel in the nest, Yang Zhi took out his weapon and shot the prophet of the Black Saint to the ground, this ...... Why, exactly?

"Go in peace, my friend, I will help you love your wife, I will take care of your little brother, and I will take care of your bounty." Yang Zhi put the revolver back into his waist and looked at the corpse of the prophet and said.

Wei Qianshou's eyebrows furrowed, remembering the team of black saint soldiers he encountered at the corner of the exit of the stadium when he and Lao Cao came over.

I think it was the prophet who sent all his people to the front line, and Yang Zhi finally seized the opportunity, so that the scene in front of him happened.

Bandit groups like the Black Saints and the Razor-Man have the same external pressures, the same enemies, or are able to unite with self-interest despite prejudices. Once the pressure is removed, the enemy is defeated, or there is a sufficiently tempting interest, the fragile connection between them will collapse.

As now, the Prophet wanted to win them over to join the Black Saints, and Yang Zhi clearly had other intentions.

Usurp other people's glamorous wives, annex Black Saints, get double loot, and take out potential future enemies...... Such a good opportunity, how could a character like Yang Zhi let it slip out of his hands.

"Let them go." Yang Zhi said to his subordinates.

The razor-man demon soldiers outside the gate looked puzzled, but they obediently stepped back to the sides, leaving a pathway.

Yang Zhi looked at Zhang Feng and Wei Qianshou, and then raised his wrist to look at the hour of the gold watch: "Give you a minute......

Needless to say, Zhang Feng and Wei Qianshou also knew what Yang Zhi wanted to do.

Games, all the more common war games, or rather, cats playing rat tricks. Whether it is in war movies or history books, there are many precedents, but Yang Zhi is very "generous" and does not tie them together.

"Good calculation...... Wei Qianshou said in a very weak voice.

They are not only Yang Zhi's playthings, but they can also logically push the death of the prophet on them.

"Lao Cao, let me down."

Lao Cao was silent, and his body was motionless.

"Lao Cao ......"

At this time, two soldiers beside Zhang Feng ran out.

Over there, Yang Zhi took a Type 88 sniper rifle from the patrol soldiers above the city gate, and turned to look at the direction in which the two soldiers had fled.

Zhang Feng hesitated for a moment, and then rushed out.

The back of the power armor escaping is really not very good-looking, like a grizzly bear standing up and walking.

Lao Cao also ran, letting Wei Qianshou keep repeating in his ears the words that let him escape alone.

Boom!

After running a few steps, a gunshot rang out behind him.

Wei Qianshou saw the Jewel City Guard soldiers running at the front fall to the ground, silent.

From the time Yang Zhi got out of the way to the gunshot, there was not even half a minute in the whole process.

The other party does not keep promises!

What if the other party doesn't keep his promises?

Yang Zhi is a hooligan, and the hooligan has a gun in his hand.

Boom!

Another gunshot rang out, and a second Jewel City Guard soldier fell to the ground.

Wei Qian's hands shook his body vigorously, struggling to get off Lao Cao's back, but this had no effect, Lao Cao's two hands were tightly wrapped around his legs, and as a seriously injured person, it was impossible to break free.

Boom!

Another gunshot rang out, and the back wheel of the P-43 power armor worn by Zhang Feng splashed a spark.

Yang Zhi hit the target, but unfortunately he couldn't break through the shell of the P-43 power armor with the strength of 88 snipers.

Boom! A fourth gunshot rang out.

This time it was completely inaccurate, and the bullet shook a cloud of dust on the ground on Zhang Feng's right side.

At this time, Zhang Feng's figure was already a little blurry in Lao Cao's eyes, and it wouldn't take long to run out of the flat terrain around Gem City and enter the ruins of Qindao City, so that Zhang Feng's escape probability would increase a lot.

Lao Cao heard the roar of the locomotive coming from behind, and then the creaking of tires crushing the rubble.

After a short period of effort, with a wind and the bandits laughing, a modified pickup truck swept past the two of them, bringing up a storm of dust that was not thick.

THE REAR COMPARTMENT OF THE MODIFIED PICKUP TRUCK IS A 12.7MM CALIBER MACHINE GUN, AND THE -43 POWER ARMOR NATURALLY CANNOT DEFEND AGAINST ITS STRAFING.

That's the Commander of the Jewel City Guard, and being able to take out such a character is definitely something to brag about.

Lao Cao thought to himself that Zhang Feng was finished.

The modified pickup truck has four wheels, and Zhang Feng only has two legs...... Of course, two legs can't run four wheels.

He's still panting and running forward...... No, it's walking.

He knew very well that the next gunshot might be the death of himself and Wei Qianshou.

OF COURSE, IT DEPENDS ON YANG ZHI'S MOOD, OR THE BOSS OF THE RAZORMAN DEMON WHO GIVES THE TASK OF KILLING THEM TO THE USER OF THE 12.7MM MACHINE GUN.

Wei Qianshou didn't think so much, he didn't know if it was delusion or adrenaline that stimulated his sensory organs, and he vaguely heard a low, powerful roar of a locomotive and the sound of tires spinning on the ground.

It's true that there is a modified pickup truck in front, but ...... That voice was never coming from a modified pickup truck.

Soon, he saw a fiery red weave through the ruins in front of him, heading towards Jewel City at breakneck speed.

IT WAS ALSO AT THIS TIME THAT THE MODIFIED PICKUP TRUCK WAS APPROACHING ZHANG FENG AND WAS ABOUT TO ENTER THE RANGE OF A 12.7MM MACHINE GUN CAPABLE OF PENETRATING POWER ARMOR.

Wei Qian's bloodless lips trembled slightly, his mouth grew little by little, and his eyes had more brilliance.

In front of the modified pickup truck and Zhang Feng, a fiery red with flying dust broke through the horizon and came at a frightening speed.

It looked like a race car, with chunky off-road tires, a streamlined shell, and a flame red that symbolized the heat.

"Where did this vehicle come from?" Wei Qianshou asked himself in his heart.

Although I had a guess about it in my heart, I was still hesitant and couldn't believe it.

The driver of the modified pickup truck also saw the unscrupulous red vehicle and yelled at the person in the cargo compartment.

THE SHOOTER WHO WIELDS THE 12.7MM MACHINE GUN NO LONGER PUSHES HIS FINGER DOWN ON THE LETHAL DISTANCE.

Sudden Sudden Sudden ......

The muzzle of the gun sparked, and the recoil swayed with the whole car.

The dazzling sparks splashed on Zhang Feng's back, and the impact of the warhead acted on his body, and he couldn't control his balance and fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The health module of the P-43 power armor began to alarm, and the torso and legs were severely damaged.

In fact, he didn't need to look at him to know how bad his current situation was, because there was a pinprick pain in his right leg.

If he hadn't guessed wrong, he would have been shot.

Zhang Feng sighed and waited for the gunner's second round of shooting.

But at the moment when the relatively low gunfire rang out, there was a whining explosion, and the dust obscured the view. He vaguely saw crimson flash in front of his eyes, and the tire dragged an arc-shaped scratch on the ground.

With the next breath, he realized that he was alive and could still think, and that no bullet had shot his head or penetrated his chest and taken his life.

At this time, the wind from the north swept the dust and drifted southward, revealing the scene ahead.

An off-road vehicle with a streamlined body stopped in front of him, blocking bullets fired from a modified pickup truck.

Sudden Sudden Sudden ......

There was another burst of gunfire, and tongues of fire erupted on the roofs of cars on the other side of the road.

Mars bouncing, and the left side of the red vehicle was clanging...... But it was only a clang, and the bullets did not cause any real damage, at most scraping off a little patent leather.

Zhang Feng saw a figure on the side of the translucent material of the cockpit gesturing with him, and before he could react, a pair of large-displacement gas pumps behind the red vehicle emitted light blue flames, and a low and powerful roar came from the grid next to the cockpit.

The whole car whined out and rushed towards the modified pickup truck with jaw-dropping acceleration.

THE SHOOTER WHO CONTROLS THE 12.7MM MACHINE GUN SWITCHES TARGETS, SEES THE NEW RED OFF-ROAD VEHICLE AS THE PRIMARY ENEMY, SHOUTS TO CHEER HIMSELF UP, AND HOLDS THE TRIGGER WITHOUT LETTING GO, FIRING ROWS OF BULLETS.

The warhead constantly kissed the cockpit canopy, the side flaps, the huge tires of the Vicious Fire Chariot...... But no matter how dense the bullets are and how dazzling the sparks are, they can neither kill the driver nor force the vehicle to stop.

The two cars traveling in opposite directions are getting closer and closer.

What the driver of the modified pickup truck does not understand is that the other party has neither the intention of slowing down nor the intention of intercepting, just like an ordinary vehicle meeting on the road, each occupying one side of the road.

"The people inside aren't going to save Zhang Feng? Is it going to Wei Qianshou? The thought flashed through the driver's mind.

At this time, the distance between the two cars was already very close, less than 20 meters.

The cannon-shaped device above the cockpit of the weird off-road vehicle, which was a head shorter than the modified pickup truck, moved, and turned sideways, towards the modified pickup truck that was about to pass by.

Suddenly, a burst of flames erupted, and a terrifying red spread out on the side, enveloping the entire field of vision, and the modified pickup truck was suddenly plunged into a sea of flames.

The narrow blue flame beam flew out for hundreds of meters, the black smoke emptied, the heat wave steamed, and the flame texture was like a rapidly spreading wave.

Screams from the cab of a modified pickup truck pierced through the clouds and resounded in the open area outside the south gate of Gem City.

The entire converted pickup truck was set on fire, and explosions continued to occur.

As the flames from the Hellfire Throwers shortened and decreased, they eventually turned into small clusters of restless flames, and the Flames Chariot and the Modified Pickup Truck staggered by.

Zhang Feng was stunned.

No, it should be said that it looks stupid.

It was just a mistake in time, and a car of razor man demon bandits was burned to black coal, and the whole car seemed to be dressed in a flame cloak, slowing down towards the southeast with raging flames and continuous explosions.

Wei Qianshou and Lao Cao also looked stupid, they didn't expect that the "red whirlwind" was so violent and ruthless, and they burned the modified pickup truck in the blink of an eye.

Boom!

A gunshot rang out from behind.

Lao Cao's heart tightened, and he shrank his neck in fright, but he quickly reacted, this gunshot was a little different from the gunfire just now, and he was not dead, he was still alive.

He didn't continue to look at the fast-moving "red whirlwind", and plucked up the courage to look behind him.

The Type 88 sniper rifle was pestled on the ground, and Yang Zhi's body fell little by little, and finally fell to the ground with his bleeding left chest.

Behind Yang Zhi was a person, a ------prophet who should have died.

As a streak of red swept by, the wind lifted his and Wei Qianshou's clothes, and the dust clouded the horizon.

At this time, Lao Cao saw that the prophet's body was short, and he seemed to fall back to the ground.

"Old Cao......" Wei Qian patted him on the shoulder and motioned for him to look behind him.

Lao Cao turned his head and saw that in front of Zhang Feng's location, at the corner of the building ruins, the dust that had only become lighter and thinner had become thick again.

On the other side of the dust storm, black figures slowly jumped out of the horizon.

At the front was a suspended soldier one foot above the ground, spewing raging flames from the back of his armor, the scorching air was slightly deformed, and the dust was isolated, making the figure behind him very blurred.

Zhang Feng was a little ahead and saw it more clearly.

As two shaky black shadows broke through the dust curtain, they brought up faster clouds of dust on the left and right sides of the road.

Zhang Feng took off the helmet of the P-43 power armor and gasped for air.

Those two black shadows that were faster than the people equipped with jetpacks, the one on the left he was familiar with, it was the mutant dog that set off a bloody storm in the city when Tang Yan led Zang Feng and the three artillery people to attack the west gate of Gem City.

The one on the right he'd never seen before, it looked like a dog, but the running posture felt awkward.

It wasn't until it broke through the dust storm and appeared in the sunlight that Zhang Feng finally figured out what it was.

Speaking of which, Deputy Head Tang is really a wonderful person. It's not enough to have a mutant dog, but to match it in pairs, I don't know where to get a mechanical dog.

The mutant dog and the mechanical dog were getting closer and closer to him, and he could already see the fangs of the former and the electronic eyes of the latter.

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