The sand and dust gradually weakened, the orange-red sky began to fade, the heavy lead clouds slowly dissipated, and the scorching sun was still the same color as the yellow dust-covered pavement.

This highway was originally one of the national highways with the largest cross-border traffic, and it enjoyed the reputation of "the loneliest long road" in the years when modern civilization never collapsed.

Nowadays, the vicissitudes of the world are changing, and the long road is still there, and there are no passers-by.

The sandstorm had just passed, and the yellow dust on the road had accumulated, and the wind was much lighter, blowing the dust like waves, rippling layer after layer of ripples.

The road is lined with dead old trees, which have been drained of all their vitality by years of wind erosion and exposure, and will turn into dust at the touch of a light.

Near the dead trees, flesh and blood are in disarray.

Three modified cars of different shapes show the unjustified disaster in a sandstorm with extremely tragic pictures.

The bulky and bulky heavy-duty pickup truck was lightly damaged, the rusty crash barrier on the front offset most of the brightly painted desert buggy crash, the front of the desert off-road vehicle was destroyed, the front windshield shattered into debris, and the driver flew out of the car, impartially stuck outside the spiked guardrail of the heavy pickup, blood flowing down the body, it didn't look like it was dead, and the lower limbs were still twitching unconsciously.

The other car was no longer visible, sandwiched between a heavy pickup truck and desert off-road, and had become a pile of scrap metal, and the driver's condition could only be judged by the plasma that flowed from the crushed and deformed impact.

'Crunch'

The door of the heavy-duty pickup truck made a tooth-aching sound, and a stout man panted and pushed the door open, then fell to the ground with a puff of yellow dust.

"Phew!"

The stout man struggled to stand up, and it took a lot of effort to sit up, rubbing his buttocks and letting his back against the tires of the car, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and spat out a mouth full of sand and blood.

The man had messy, wild curly hair that looked like it hadn't been washed in a long time, tangled and tangled, and it was hard to tell if it was dandruff or sand. The windshield goggles on his face had been killed in the car accident, the lenses were so shredded that only the frame was still fastened on his face, and his left eye appeared to have been cut by a splinter, and blood trickled down his cheek and hidden in the thick beard.

The man had no intention of treating the wound, but sat down for a moment, took out a crumpled homemade cigarette from the pocket of his army-green jacket, lit it in his mouth, took a hard breath, exhaled a puff of cloudy smoke, and then coughed violently.

"Huh?" The stout man coughed halfway, as if he had heard something, forcibly stopped coughing, took off his broken windbreakers, and squinted at the other side of the road.

In the distance, the road undulated, and a black dot came from far to near, mixed with the furious roar of the engine, getting closer and closer.

The stout man reached to his waist, but he didn't touch the gun belt, snorted unhappily, picked up a nearby angle steel that he didn't know had fallen from the car, and stood up with the tire.

A few minutes later, the roar faded and a heavy locomotive slowly stopped in front of him.

A man wearing a hood and his face obscured by scarves and goggles, a sexy woman with blonde hair and heavy makeup tied behind his back, a chain hanging from the tail of the locomotive, dragging a pile of flesh and blood.

……

The sturdy man was looking at Zheng Nannan, and Zheng Nanfang was also observing the heavyweight guy in front of him.

……

The two sides confronted each other silently for a long time, and Zheng Nannan took the lead in breaking the silence.

"I'm passing by." Zheng Nannan nodded to the strong man and gestured, "I'm going to drive over from the side now, is it okay?" ”

The stout man stared at the strange-looking fellow, suddenly lost his smile, laughed and coughed again, and while coughing, he made a 'please' gesture and said indistinctly, "That's the best." ”

Zheng Nannan breathed a sigh of relief, restarted the car, and was about to leave when the blonde woman behind him spoke again.

"There's a car here."

"What?"

"I say—" the blonde woman paused, and said in a low voice, "there are three cars here, one is scrapped, one is supposed to be the man, and one is here. Aren't you a racing driver? Don't you need a car? ”

"I like this car." Zheng Nannan patted the heavy locomotive under him and said, "The speed is also very good." ”

"The fuel tank is small." The blonde woman twisted her body, adjusted her angle, and said, "The end of the carnival is thousands of kilometers long, and there are downtowns and wastelands along the way, where are you going to refuel?" The locomotive fuel tank can't use human oil. ”

Zheng Nannan ripped off his scarf, his chapped lips curled, and said, "So that's the case, thank you, I really don't know." ”

After that, he jumped out of the car, untied the rope and put the blonde woman on the saddle, and asked, "Thank you, what's your name?" ”

The blonde girl couldn't help but look back at the pile of minced meat at the back of the car, and hesitated, "The people in the lower city don't have names. ”

"Huh?" Zheng Nannan stopped, looked at the blonde woman quietly, and said, "Everyone should have their own name." ”

The blonde woman was stunned, and a strange smile appeared on her face with heavy makeup, and said, "No wonder, it turns out that you are not from Xiacheng...... It doesn't matter, you call me Shaman, anyway, when you get to town, you'll trade me for what you need more, whether I have a name or not. ”

"I don't quite understand what you mean, but I know your name." Zheng Nannan's tone sounded quite serious.

The blonde Shaman was speechless, and the stout man who was left to dry laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" Zheng Nannan turned his head, a little displeased.

The stout man squeezed his eyes at the blonde Shaman, wiped the blood foam from his mouth, and said with a rough smile: "Boy, where are you from?" ”

"West."

"I haven't been to the West." The stout man was still laughing, took the last puff of his cigarette, and said, "But this woman is right, you are not from the lower city. What are you doing here? ”

"Enter." Zheng Nannan did not hide the purpose of this trip, and deliberately took out a black card from his clothes and shook it at the man: "The end of the carnival road race." ”

The stout man's laughter came to an abrupt end.

Zheng Nannan had no intention of saying anything more to him, so he took back the black card, pointed to the car that crashed into him and asked, "Which of these two cars is yours?" ”

The stout man retracted his gaze, tilted his head towards the heavy pickup, and said, "This, what?" ”

"Oh." Zheng Nannan nodded and said, "Then I want the other one, Sharman said that the locomotive can't participate in the race." ”

The stout man looked at the unrecognizable desert off-road and said, "Boy, this car is no longer usable." Seeing Zheng Nannan's slightly disappointed look, the stout man grinned and continued: "But my mountain-opening axe is still tenacious, it is the most violent beast on this road. ”

Zheng Nannan raised his head, his gaze swept over the huge and wild heavy pickup truck, and finally turned his questioning gaze to the stout man.

"You can drive it to the races." The stout man spat at the blood and pointed at the Big Mac behind him, his words tinging with seduction.

"Really?" Zheng Nannan's voice was still as calm as iron, as if there were no emotional fluctuations, he paused and asked, "Then, what do you want?" ”

"I'm going to race too." The sturdy man seemed to be waiting for Zheng Nannan to ask this, and did not give Zheng Nannan a chance to continue to ask, and said: "The invitation to the road race does not limit the number of people in the car group, you, this woman, plus me, we can compete in the same group." ”

"Don't count me in!" Blonde Sharman screamed.

Neither man, however, seemed to hear her screams.

"Really?" Zheng Nannan took out the black card again and looked back and forth.

The stout man waved his hand and said, "It wasn't written on it." But it's a fact, and it's the unwritten rule of road racing, and if you don't believe it, you can go to Raw Meat Town and ask. There should have been quite a few riders there by now, and there were almost no solo riders. A pack of wolves is more likely to win than a lone tiger. ”

"You know a lot about road races?" Zheng Nannan asked.

The stout man nodded, shook his head again, and said, "At least you know more than you do." You need a car, I need an invitation, we can cooperate, of course you can also refuse. But I advise you not to turn me down. ”

"Oh? What if I refuse? ”

"Then slaughter you, so that I have both a car and an invitation." The stout man did not shy away from saying what he thought in his heart, his eyes drifted to the blonde hottie on the motorcycle, and added: "There is also a super strong girl." ”