The sound of the sand and dust rising, the grinding of tires against the sand grains like the scales of a python scraping against the rough ground, the sound of the engine climbing to the climax like a music, and the sound of the three off-road vehicles coming together to form a rapid and high-spirited sound.

Every wanderer, unless they change their route halfway, will be accompanied by a vehicle for the rest of their lives.

For them, the vehicle is like the galloping horse of the former nomads, and it is their indispensable companion.

In the wanderer's camp, even if you find a random three-year-old child and ask him about vehicle mechanics, he can tell you everything.

Therefore, every ramp's vehicle, even if the vehicle predecessor does not have the performance of off-road in sand.

But under the transformation of the wanderer mechanic, he can also have the excellent ability to run in the desert.

The image of the off-road vehicle speeding on the desert sand is certainly fascinating, but the feeling of sitting in the car is not very good.

Mitchie's off-road vehicle does not seem to have been modified for shock absorption, and the strong bumpy feeling makes Lin Mo sitting in the car feel extremely uncomfortable.

However, his good composure allowed him to resist this disgusting feeling and looked at the sky outside the car window.

At the edge of the clear sky in the distance, I don't know when a layer of gray and yellow filter was cast.

It was still noon, but the sky seemed to be early at dusk.

"I've read the weather forecast before I came, and it's said that there will be a sandstorm in the badlands today, and there will be a sandstorm in the Night City area, so we need to be careful, Uncle Mitch!"

Lin Mo couldn't help but raise his voice and said, so that Michy, who was engrossed in drag racing, could hear it.

The eastern Badlands region of Night City is bordered by the Great Desert, and sandstorms like this one or two come once or twice a month.

In any case, environmental pollution and climate deterioration around the world have long since become a problem that cannot be returned in today's era, and it is normal for the frequency of such severe weather to increase.

"You also read the weather forecast? When was this? Mitch asked, a little confused, gripping the steering wheel with both hands.

Even though the car had reached its maximum speed, he still seemed to have a lot of energy.

Isn't this kid usually idle in the family camp, like a curious baby, look here, look that, where would you be so professional to see the weather forecast?

"I saw it by chance, and if you look over there, there are already signs of a sandstorm." Lin Mo didn't explain too much, and pointed to the sky outside the window.

Mitch looked over and raised an eyebrow, "Really." ”

However, he was not surprised by this, he just grabbed the communicator, reminded his companions of the other two SUVs, and then continued to control the vehicle without paying attention.

His relaxed posture makes one wonder if it is not a sandstorm that is coming, but a drizzle.

"Don't worry, this kind of small scene is just a small scene, we are used to it, we will hurry up and drive away those chaotic knife meetings, we will return to the camp in time, this sandstorm will not last long." Mitch said with a calm attitude as if he had come over, and the expression on his face seemed to say, "Uncle has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice." ”

Lin Mo just smiled at this, and didn't think about taking his words.

The vehicle continued to move towards the location issued by the Baker family, and the on-board radio kept making a scrambled sound.

It seemed that it was close enough to the other party's convoy, and the members of the Buckle family, who had been missing for a long time, finally connected to the communication, and the intermittent voice sounded on the radio:

"The location... xxx... We are at an abandoned gas station... Twenty people on the other side... Eight cars... Repeat..."

"It looks like they've exchanged fire, and I have to say that we're trading with a bunch of cunning foxes." Mitch smiled dryly and turned his head to look at Lin Mo, "Do you know why I say that about them?" ”

"Twenty people, eight cars, four cars and 11 people in the Bakr family, if you want me to see, the number of this gang of knives will only be more, not less." Lin Mo calmly gave his own analysis:

"The Randolph Society is all outlaws, but they won't do things that they are not sure of, 20 people against 11 people, it is impossible to talk about complete suppression, this kind of business with too much loss, they will not do it..."

"On the other hand, the sandstorm is coming, the Baker family gave up escaping by car, and chose the gas station as a stronghold to resist, I think it is also taking this aspect into account, and when the sandstorm comes, the convoy will easily disperse if it continues to escape, but if it stays in the gas station, the chaotic knife that is blocked out can only escape."

"They even took us into account, and were sure that we would definitely come to support because of our reputation, even if we didn't make a difference, as long as we could lead away some of the Randao Society, or put pressure on the Ranknife Society, the people of the Bakr family would not lose."

Listening to Lin Mo's analysis slowly, Mi Qi nodded and said with satisfaction:

"That's a good point, it seems that I don't need to explain any more, if I hadn't taken you back to the family camp that night, I might have mistaken you for a seasoned wanderer by now."

"It's all very normal analysis, not sophisticated." Lin Mo sighed, not very accustomed to this kind of compliment.

After all, if you don't have a snack eye, it is impossible for wanderers to mix in a chaotic area like the Badland, and they have long been eaten to the scum.

"But whether it's the people of the Bakr family or the Random Knife Society, they definitely wouldn't have thought that we still have you, the big man who specializes in the Random Knife Society!" Mitch laughed.

Lin Mo yawned a little tiredly, and after getting used to the bumps of the vehicle, looking at the unchanged scenery outside the car window, he was a little sleepy.

"Don't worry, none of the people in the Random Knife Club can escape." He leaned back in his chair, tilted his head, and told the truth in a sloppy tone.

Mitch nodded convincingly, and after many days of getting along, he also understood how terrifying the speed and combat power of the young man next to him was.

"But you'd better wait until the end to make a move, and don't look relaxed when you shoot, it's better to pretend to be struggling." Mitch reminded.

Lin Mo snorted and said, "I understand, the icing on the cake is not as good as sending charcoal in the snow." ”

Mitch frowned, a little unable to understand Lin Mo's idiom.

But he said so, he must have understood, right?

......

......

Next to an abandoned gas station in the Badlands, a fierce shootout is going on.

Parking their vehicles near the gas station, the Bakker family forced their way through the gate of the gas station, and 11 people hid in the building, blocking the entrance and exit of the gas station with the help of improvised fortifications surrounded by four off-road vehicles, forming a good protective barrier.

Ten vehicles of all kinds surrounded the gas station, and the Knives Club hid behind the hull, smirking and pouring bullets at the gas station, the guns in their hands bursting into the fire.

In the Bakr family's convoy, the leader is hiding behind the walls inside the building.

He was about to poke his head out to check the situation, but was startled back by a bullet.

The metal bullet pierced through the concrete wall with precision, striking diagonally into the wall behind him at an angle, nearly missing a hole in the bridge of his nose.

"Damn, it's metal bullets, those guys have technical weapons, and maybe even snipers, v, you have to figure it out!"

V, who was hiding behind the abandoned shelves, glanced at his own leader, and retorted irritably:

"What are you and I? Hades? Whoever wants to die? If you don't help attract firepower, how can I try to hack them? ”

The leader's face was gloomy, and he glanced at all his companions in the gas station, and stretched out his hand to several clansmen:

"A few of you who have implanted subcutaneous armor, don't be intimidated, hurry up and fight back!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a defender machine gun with a hideous expression and scolded:

"His grandmother drops, Lao Tzu takes the lead first, these guns have only been bought for a long time, so let's try the power of these dog mongrels first."

Cursing angrily, he stepped out of cover, pulled the trigger of his pistol, and strafed the enemy in the distance.

At the same time, several of the clansmen he ordered also flashed out of cover and fought back against the Ranlash Society without fear.

Thanks to the fact that someone was attracting fire, V also showed his head from behind cover in time, his eyes as sharp as eagle eyes, and stared directly at the sniper lying behind the vehicle.

In the virtual network world, a data cable roughly connected the two of them, and the puppet in the access warehouse started in time and hacked into each other's processors along the data cable.

Any sniper must be assisted by a prosthetic eye.

【Puppet - Prosthetic Eye Failure】

The sniper's eyes suddenly burst into sporadic electric sparks, and he let out a wail and shouted to the rest of his companions:

"There's a hacker on the other side, quick, find that watch paper! TMD, black my eyes..."

His warning stopped abruptly, and V, who was hiding in the building, raised the [Unification] pistol in his hand, like an eagle staring at its prey, and launched an attack.

Shots rang out, and people fell.