Tornadoes are one of the continent's most enduring natural disasters.

From the plains of Montana to the swamps of Florida, from the Mississippi River to the Rocky Mountains. People will see its ghost from time to time. Together with hurricanes, wildfires and earthquakes, it has brought eternal memories to the civilizations of this continent.

It will appear without warning, come with the might of heaven and earth, destroy everything in its path, and then disappear in less than two hours at most.

Its temper is as unpredictable and moody as this piece of nature.

So, no one can predict the direction in which it will move, just as no one knows when it will rain in the western sky.

If you see a formed tornado that doesn't go to the left or right, but it grows bigger and bigger in your eyes, congratulations, it's coming in your direction.

Chen Jianqiu is now facing such a situation.

The nascent tornado in front of it took less than five minutes to turn into a huge thick tube connecting the sky and the earth.

The dust and flying sand it kicked up made it turn an earthy yellow, and it looked extremely shocking and terrifying from a distance.

Chen Jianqiu could already feel its breathing, and the wind gradually became stronger, blowing his hat away behind him.

The speed of the black radish seems to have slowed down.

"Boss!" There is no way for him to escape! The adjutant behind Lynch shouted.

The person in front of him seemed to have no other choice than to turn the horse's head and surrender or fight to the death.

However, he saw Chen Jianqiu suddenly turn around. He glanced at them defiantly, then bent down and almost merged with the dark horse.

Chen Jianqiu stuck to the ear of the black radish and gently patted his head:

"Good brother, let's meet the big guy in front and see if those cowards in the back dare to follow.

The black radish rarely squeaks.

Its pace increased abruptly, bursting with terrifying explosiveness, and it rushed forward against the wind.

He's accelerating!

Like the daring master on his back, the former Wasteland Horse King was not afraid of anything that appeared in the western wilderness, whether it was a thunderbolt falling from the sky or a raging torrent.

If it's a tornado that destroys everything.

That, then, chase, wind.

The detectives chasing behind also entered the outer wind circle, and they were clearly starting to feel the hindrance of the oncoming wind.

The gang raised their guns and shot at Chen Jianqiu.

But when they followed the crosshair and aimed at the person in front of them, they found that the person's figure suddenly became smaller, and the distance between themselves and him was instantly widened.

"He's crazy!" The adjutant couldn't believe his eyes, and instead of stopping, turning around, or changing direction, the man sped toward the tornado.

"Keep up!" Lynch gave the order.

"But." The adjutant hesitated.

"Keep up!" Lynch re-emphasized his command, and he leaned down like Chen Jianqiu and began to drive his mount forward at an accelerated pace.

The horse under his crotch was also an old horse, the Missouri foxtrot, who followed him for many years. He didn't believe that where the young man in front of him could go, he couldn't go.

The adjutant waved his hand at the men behind them, and the men had to kick their mounts a few times to force them forward.

So, above the dark clouds of the wilderness, a man, a horse, like Don Quixote, charged towards a great tornado, followed by another group of men and horses.

As they got closer to the tornado, the air around them became stronger and stronger, and the direction was unpredictable.

Chen Jianqiu and Black Radish still didn't slow down, but the detectives chasing behind them had a situation.

The horses under their crotches, in the face of the wind and the behemoth in front of them, showed the unevenness of creatures.

Some of them are physically exhausted and slow down; Some were frightened, stopped in place and circled, no matter how their master kicked, they were unwilling to take another step closer to the monster that penetrated the world in front of them; There was even one horse that directly lost its front hooves and lifted off its owner.

The pursuing team naturally divided into echelons, and the distance between the echelons gradually widened.

Later, except for Lynch and the adjutant, everyone else fell behind.

Lynch's foxtrot horse has reached its limit, and the adjutant's mount is almost in the same state, but the dark horse in front of them did not show any tiredness, but was full of energy, running faster and faster.

Chen Jianqiu, who was in front, heard that the sound of the wind had changed, from the whistling in his ears to the rumbling sound.

He knew that he was very close to the tornado's body.

Chen Jianqiu raised his head.

Even though he had experienced countless things during this time, he was still deeply shocked by the scene in front of him.

A huge cylinder connects the heavens and the earth, like Optimus Prime, this huge body rolls up whatever it touches, and swallows it in, and there are bursts of "rumbling" thunder sounds from inside, full of the power of nature, with the potential of ten thousand jun

The dark cloud above it had been pulled out of a vortex by its body, turning with it below.

Chen Jianqiu chased the wind, of course, not for sightseeing, he slapped the dark horse again.

"Good brother, let's add some more code."

Of course, the black radish didn't need him to say anything.

Chen Jianqiu suddenly felt that the person behind him seemed to be getting smaller again.

Yes, it's a cut faster.

It also accelerates!

God knows exactly how many gears this horse has.

At the same time, those who sensed the acceleration of the dark horse were Lynch and the adjutant who were chasing in the rear.

"Boss, don't chase it, that kid is a dead end when he accelerates!" The adjutant's head couldn't even be raised, and he felt that his commander was already stunned, "He'll be swept into a tornado soon." ”

"No, you have to see people in life, and you have to see corpses in death."

Lynch thinks that if people like Chen Jianqiu don't confirm death in person, there is always a way to trick the corpse out and escape.

He also knew that if he didn't shoot now, there would never be a chance to shoot again.

So Lynch forced himself to straighten up and raised his gun to shoot.

But the wind was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes and couldn't hold his gun steadily.

He fired a few shots, but it was not known if it was due to the direction of the wind or a problem with aiming. I don't know where these bullets flew.

Although the sound of the wind drowned out the sound of gunfire, Chen Jianqiu happened to lie on the back of the horse and glanced back, and found that there were only two pursuers left behind him.

There are only two people left?

Chen Jianqiu didn't plan to continue running, he saw Lynch struggling to aim.

You beat me against the wind, but I don't beat you.

Since you like to chase so much, don't leave any of them.

He leaned against the back of the black radish, turned on the shooter mode and leaned back, and the "whoa" was a shot.

Lynch, who was leaning over and squinting, suddenly felt his body sink down.

His foxtrot was shot and fell to the ground at high speed, throwing Lynch out and hitting him hard.

Lynch only felt that his eyes were black and he fainted.

Chen Jianqiu saw that he didn't kill a single shot, and was about to push the lever to make up for a shot, but at this time, the people in the second echelon had already caught up, and a row of bullets came over.

Coupled with Lynch's deputy, who jumped off the horse to save him desperately, Chen Jianqiu failed to succeed for a while.

None of Pinkerton's detectives were willing to take a step forward, and they turned their horses' heads and fired at Chen Jianqiu indiscriminately, while quickly withdrawing with their fainting boss.

Chen Jianqiu felt a little regretful, it seemed that such a strong wind would have a great impact on the bullet.

He reined in his horse.

He didn't plan to actually crash into the tornado, but the direction of this behemoth in the next second will always be an unsolved mystery.

Chen Jianqiu planned to stay where he was for now.

The black radish had a chance to rest, and it and its owner stood like a sculpture in the wilderness, watching the amazing tornado in front of them.

After a few minutes of standing still, the tornado finally began to move again.

Chen Jianqiu looked in the direction it was moving, and a dilapidated town stood there quietly.

Roswell.

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