At this moment, Russell was sitting in the driver's seat, looking at the person riding a doomsday-style off-road motorcycle on the boulder, and he was in a slightly bad mood.

Originally, he wanted to greet these people happily and friendly, but in exchange for bullets, all he got was bullets.

This is completely unreasonable, and it is contempt for his face and personality.

So, Russell pulled the car door and stepped out of the car, his hands spread at his sides, smiling at the man riding the motorcycle on the boulder.

If you're not mistaken, this canyon is supposed to be the biker camp, called Biker Valley.

The whole canyon is full of boulders, and entering the valley from the yellow sand, you need to pass by a stone arched door frame, although there is no stone door, Russell knows very well that there are many explosives hidden inside the stone arch frame.

If an enemy enters, they will blow up the stone arch and let the stones block the entrance and exit, keeping the enemy out.

And the bikers take advantage of the terrain and cooperate with the doomsday modified off-road motorcycles to fight the enemy and kill.

So since the bikers are not very reasonable, Russell, who has just arrived, naturally does not have a good face.

Bang bang!

Two more projectiles landed at his feet, but Russell did not move, but looked at the man with a relaxed and comfortable look.

Soon, the roar of the motorcycle came, and in a short time, two off-road motorcycles rushed down from the crack of the boulder, and the wheels borrowed from the uneven boulder, jumping down from a height of more than 30 meters.

Buzzing-

"You're from the Immortal City? Why are you here, do you know where this is?"

Russell squinted at the man riding the motorcycle in front of him, and there was a man behind him, and when he looked up, the man standing on the boulder did not move at all, and it seemed that he was the leader of the bikers.

"Don't be nervous, this car is indeed from the Immortal City, but I am not from the Immortal City, I have a common hatred with the Immortal Old Joe, and he snatched my fiancée."

"Fiancée? Oh, when did you have such an ancient spouse name."

Russell smiled, "Although the way you greet each other is not very friendly, I want to ask, how long has the Immortal City been established?"

The bikers looked down in thought, then looked up at the leader in the heights, and said, "It's been sixty storm days since the Immortal City was established, about ten years or so."

Storm days are calculated after the end of the day, and one storm day is equal to two months, which means that every two months there will be a superstorm that sweeps across the entire continent.

In addition, there will be small storms that will sweep through various areas from time to time......

"Ask the head of your family, do you want to cooperate?"

"Judging by how you're supposed to be a scavenger, I don't think you're qualified to work with us."

The cyclist in front of him suddenly spoke coldly.

I don't know where I offended him, anyway, the atmosphere was very unfriendly, and the pleasant negotiation just now was forced to be terminated and replaced with a pair of contemptuous eyes.

The last days are really mentally ill, Russell sighed slightly in his heart.

His plan was...... Oh, he really didn't have any plans, the original idea was to go directly to the Immortal City, kill the Immortal Old Joe, and then run the Immortal City.

But who knew that something went wrong in the middle, and the bikers blocked his way, and since they didn't want Russell to be happy, then they shouldn't think about it.

I had a good chat with the person in front of me just now, and if I could cooperate, I wouldn't have to move, but now I have to move......

Brush-

Russell's spread hands suddenly had two more pistols, the Desert Eagle in his right hand and Colt in his left hand.

The Desert Eagle raised slightly, and the muzzle of the gun was instantly aimed at the leader of the biker party standing on the boulder, and then the trigger was pulled in a double linkage.

Bang Bang Bang-

Three gunshots in a row.

Two projectiles from the Desert Eagle pierced the biker leader's head, and the second shot passed through his neck and removed the already shrunken head from his shoulder.

Poof!

The biker leader falls off a boulder and falls along with the modified motorcycle.

At the same time, the muzzle of Colt's gun erupted into flames, and a projectile hit the eyebrows of the biker holding the gun in the rear.

This man died violently in an instant, and was pressed to the ground by the motorcycle, and he was already dead.

Ahead, the bikers were shocked when they heard this, and when they were about to twist the accelerator to escape, they were fixed on the ground by Russell's two shots.

The projectile landed on the man's tire, but the tire did not explode, but exposed a few yellow and blades.

"Tell your people not to move, or I'll kill you all."

These words made the biker who was about to escape break into a cold sweat, he had seen good marksmanship, but he had never seen such an accurate one, and the gun in his hand was very gorgeous, in the primitive civilization world, to be able to have such a beautiful firearm, he must be a weapon master.

Regardless of marksmanship, identity, combat quality, etc., it is one in ten thousand.

Buzzing-

Less than five seconds later, a deafening engine roar rang out in the canyon, mostly from a twin-cylinder engine with the throttle valve changed.

The bikers, who had come to their aid at the sound of gunfire, scurried around in the boulders.

Russell watched and listened in all directions, and saw three or four people rushing towards him, holding oil mines in their hands.

This oil mine is the product of the improvement of the gasoline bottle, which is similar to a cannon dropping, falling to the ground with a loud noise, so that the sparks that are rubbed out, and the gasoline in the fuel cylinder can be ignited in an instant.

Seeing this, Russell raised Colt and unceremoniously aimed at the oil mine in the hands of these people, and pulled the trigger at a distance of more than forty meters.

Bang bang bang!

After several gunshots, the oil mine was instantly detonated.

A large amount of gasoline splashed and swept over the bikers, turning them into flying burning men riding models.

The screams were deafening, causing a miserable echo to circulate the cochlea.

The biker in front of him was frightened and could have flown away by twisting the accelerator, but he stood in place and didn't dare to move for half a minute.

Russell's composure and indifference, with his expressionless indifference, made him rise in his heart with a bowing posture, which is the praise and worship of the weak to the strong!

But where can Russell manage so much, he went around the hedgehog car to avoid the flying motorcycles and bullets, from which it can be seen that some people in the biker party are not scared stupid, and after experiencing the end times, their hearts have become extremely strong.

Survival is a day, and a tragic death cuts off the possibility of survival, death is not terrible, what is terrible is that death does not have any meaning.

Russell holds a gun in both hands, and stands half-crouched like a horse, and every time the Desert Eagle spews out a projectile, it will accurately move the head of a person in the distance.

And those who come speeding up close will be hit in the head by Colt and immediately fall from the flying motorcycle, and at the moment they land, they have already gone to see God.

Although it is not clear whether the human beings here believe in God in the last days, Russell decided to become their God and give them a way to live.

There were only more than fifty bikers, and after the death of the leader and two dozen bikers in a short period of time, the rest of the people slowed down.

Some people stopped in the distance, silently watching, not daring to take a step forward.

Some people deliberately fell, and the motorcycle slipped and hit the stone, and although there was no explosion, the shape of the modified motorcycle became miserable.

They lay on the ground and watched Russell shoot the bikers who came up to attack him, which felt like an alternative art.

A moment later, there were six or seven burning people and the wreckage of the motorcycle after the explosion, and more than a dozen corpses were bleeding bright red blood, staining the boulder land wrapped in yellow sand.

Suddenly it became very quiet, only the sound of the fire burning, and the rest of the living were careful to even catch their breath.

There is no way, the leader is dead, and the leader's left and right hands were also shot in the head just now, or burned to death by oil mines, what can they do about the remaining ordinary biker members?

Even the final charge was done, but one person was stunned and killed more than 20 people, what is the point of continuing to fight, it will only increase casualties.

Seeing that the bikers had stopped, Russell removed the magazine from the gun, replaced it with a full one, and put it into the space.

He glanced up at the engine turned off in the distance,

The people sitting on the motorcycles, although these people are wearing scarves, you can see some emotion in their eyes, which is fear......

The biker in front of the hedgehog car was not dead, he was still alive, but his eyes were stunned, the saddle under his legs was wet, and the water stains fell on the yellow sand.

"Am I qualified to work with you now?"

Russell asked with a smile, but no one dared to respond.

Are you eligible?

Who the would dare to say you're not qualified.

"You gave me three rounds of ammunition when we first met, this gift seems too expensive, right? They all said that I am not a person from the immortal city, so why don't you believe it? Now, all of you bikers come around, and I'll count how many of you there are, and if there's enough for me to kill."

The biker who peed his pants in front of him made a strange voice in a trembling voice, "I'm sorry... We, we didn't mean to get in trouble... Immortal Old Joe attacked us, and when we saw you driving the hedgehog cart of the Immortal City, we thought you were the vanguard sent by Immortal Old Joe."

This business is a little weak, and she is a girl when she hears it, but Russell doesn't care, and in the last days, both men and women must be treated equally.

There is a saying that the last days call the last days to kill the Virgin Mary.

"The vanguard warrior sent by the immortal old Joe? Is he worthy?"

Russell sneered twice, looked at the female biker in front of him, and said, "Let your compatriots put down their weapons and come and accept the prisoners!"

"Okay."

The female bikers did not hesitate, since the leader and his left and right hands were dead, the remaining bikers needed to live, so they had to have a backbone.

After the end of the world, there were many organizations, such as the Wolf Tooth Gang, the Hungry Wolf Gang, the Menghu Gang, and so on...... But wasn't it also wiped out or annexed later?

The bikers were originally a small-scale gathering of people to keep warm, occupying the valley to survive.

In such a barren environment, where is the face more touching to live.

The bikers shouted twice at the people behind them, telling them to lay down their weapons and motorcycles and walk over to be reviewed.

Take a look at the words used by others and review!

There is no shame in being defeated in the last days, but what is shameful is that there is no value in being reviewed, and that is the real garbage.

Including the female bikers, there were thirty-two in all, and they walked with heavy steps, showing sympathy for the corpses on the ground, and looking at Russell with more and more respect.

The strong are respected at all times, especially in a world where order is broken and resources are scarce.

Following a good leader will change their lives for the better, that's the thinking of most people.

Russell looked at the bikers standing in two rows in front of him, frowned, and said, "You elect two representatives."

Everyone looked at the biker and a strong man next to her.

"My name is Moyena, and this is my brother Senas Borg. The dead biker leader once killed our uncle and robbed him of his place.

There are no biker leaders among the remaining people, we used to survive in the scavenger camp, and then we were attacked by the undead city, and we were forced to come together to resist the oppression of the undead city."

Mayena was a young woman of about thirty years old, and her brother Senas had a bearded face that looked like a Viking.

"I don't care what happened to you before, but I must accept my rule in the future. The Immortal City will fall in the near future, and Immortal Old Joe will die at the hands of my guns!"

Mayena's eyes were blazing, and the rest of the people were also starring, trembling by Russell's words.

Senas exclaimed, "If you can take me to kill him, I am willing to be driven by you!"

Seeing Russell's puzzled eyes, Mayena immediately explained, "Most of our relatives have been killed by the undead old Joe, or taken away to become the nourishment and blood pack of the undead city......

Russell nodded indifferently: "It seems that our goals are the same, to be honest, I am not afraid of betrayal, but if you betray me, you need to give me a reason that cannot be refuted, understand?"

"As long as you take me with you, you can't kill me

Old Joe, I will never betray you!" Senas was the first to speak.

The two brothers and sisters seem to have a lot of hatred for the Immortal City, and their closest relatives were killed by the Immortal Old Joe.

The bikers in the rear also nodded.

Mayena said, "The leader of the bikers has just been killed by you, and we don't approve of him......

To put it bluntly, the reason why the rest of these people are not desperate for Russell is that there are two factions within the biker party, one is the direct line of the leader, and they were originally the bikers before the end of the world, and the gang's gangsters are garbage.

On the other hand, there are post-apocalyptic scavengers, whose camp is attacked by the war boys of the undead city, and they are forced to join the bikers and report to the group to keep warm.

If the biker party was one heart, there would not be a scene where one side attacked and the other side watched, and Russell would not have killed so easily.

Immediately, Moena and Senas and others visited the Valley of the Flying Cars with Russell.

Their camp is in the depths of the Flying Wheel Valley, a stone house formed by the accumulation of hundreds of boulders, which is said to be a stone house, but it is more like a stone tomb road, a straight road, and the two sides are hollowed out and separated by small holes of three or four square meters, which have bed boards, stone benches, and bedding.

The twenty or thirty square meter mechanical transformation room is piled up with many car parts, which are full of oil stains.

At the end are weapons and ammunition depots, food storage, and so on.

"How much food is in reserve?"

Mayena said, "It used to be enough for fifty or sixty people for ten days, but now it's enough for us to eat for twenty days. Most of the food is canned, air-dried sand lizards, and there is a lot of water in this valley, but the amount of water squeezed out of the cracks in the rocks is only 30 kilograms a day."