Section 151: Gangcheng

Four "Strick" armored vehicles, like four neatly-clad steel tyrannosaurus, rushed over from the distant wilderness with a fierce and arrogant speed.

Dozens of armed motorcycles rushed out of a simple temporary camp, and the high-speed rotating tires brought out a piece of scattered mud. Most of the knights driving motorcycles were wearing jackets sewn with solid fabrics, and the surface of the clothes was decorated with various bright and dazzling ornaments. Some even took off the skulls above the heads of the dead, and then smashed through the holes, hung them on their necks as accessories. These people were very strong in appearance, with full and bulging muscles exposed from both sides of their shoulders. Most of them rode on the motorcycle, while manipulating the powerful motorcycles and holding weapons full of ammunition. Amid the roaring engine, they flexibly divided into countless arrows and hedged towards the armored vehicles that were getting closer and closer.

Lin Xiang, wearing a skeleton combat suit, stood proudly behind the mount of the anti-aircraft machine gun on the roof of an armored vehicle. He held a cold and hard-looking Barrett heavy sniper rifle in his hand. With a gentle and calm expression, he raised the huge gun high and slowly incorporated a motorcycle knight carrying an RPG rocket launcher on his shoulders into the black cross center of the scope hole.

"Bang--"

The rough gunshot was instantly covered by the roar of the engine. The knight's head was completely blown up, and the blood foam that exploded high spread into a beautiful flower. The huge kinetic energy suddenly knocked his body to the side and backward direction, and fell heavily. This sudden force caused the motorcycle body to jump suddenly, and the corpse stuck in the legs made the car body lose balance in an instant. It tilted forward like a wild horse that broke away from reins, rolling over and slipping in the wet mud. The tire towards the sky maintained useless idle driven by inertial force.

Yang Hua stood near the roof of a car on the left, and his eyes released a fierce look like an eagle. He held a multi-barrel machine gun originally attached to an armored vehicle and rushed towards him. The two motorcycles that were closest to him pulled the trigger heavily. The dull gunshot sounded like a storm. A puff of bullets flew directly at an astonishing high speed. The scorching metal flow broke the fragile human body on the spot, leaving a series of dense bullet holes on the weak motorcycle body, and then a shocking explosion. The triangular steel components flew directly to a hundred meters altitude. The motorcycle itself became hundreds of parts. The front of the car flew forward, and the tires that fell from the bearings blindly rolled towards the bumpy ground... A few seconds later, the burning wreckage fell from the air, emitting a pungent smell of gunpowder.

Flames, noise and shock waves broke the silence of the wilderness. Motorcycle knights who were unwilling to fail launched counterattacks. With the dense gunshots, sparks splashed on the outer shell of the chariot, and shocking scratches appeared on the surface of the beautiful paint layer. However, the bullets could not penetrate the thick armor plates in the end. Although they were desperately biting the body of the car, they could not cause any substantial damage.

"With a bazooka attack, the bullets will not work for those tanks-"

A middle-aged man wearing a dark red sleeveless leather jacket and a gloomy face rushed over on the motorcycle. The speeding motorcycle flexibly drew the "S"-shaped route to avoid on the ground. Relying on dazzling superb driving skills, the whistling motorcycle quickly rushed into a dead corner that the armored vehicle could not attack. He tightened his legs and clamped the motorcycle to maintain balance. His right hand pulled out an RPG from the leather holster next to his knee, aimed at the back of the nearest armored vehicle, and pulled the trigger with a grin. Suddenly, a hot and dazzling ball of light ejected from the tail of the pyramid-shaped warhead and roared towards the locked target.

Lin Xiang turned around quickly, half kneeled on the roof of the car, and pointed the thick sniper muzzle diagonally towards the missile that broke through the air. Just as the rocket was about to approach the target, his white and slender fingers pressed the trigger to the bottom.

"Boom--" A huge flame that shone out in the sky was enough to illuminate a range of 100 meters.

"This damn bastard-"

Looking at the rocket warhead that was blown up in the air, the driver in red spat hatefully, took out a shotgun loaded with ammunition from the weapon bag and held it in his right hand, tightened the motorcycle accelerator, increased his horsepower and approached another armored vehicle from the side and backward. Just as he raised the muzzle diagonally and aimed at the unprepared machine gunner in the center of the roof, he suddenly saw Lin Xiang, who was standing on the top of the left chariot, with a black muzzle raised to his shoulder, pointing firmly to his eyebrows.

The high-speed rotating bullet accurately drilled into the forehead of the driver in red. The expansion pressure caused the entire head to explode on the spot. The huge inertia pushed his body backwards. On the ground, he fell heavily, and the head of the motorcycle that had lost control suddenly floated up, and an irregular diagonal line flew out in the air, smashing it down with a bang.

"Retreat the camp quickly, we need anti-armored weapons...wait, then, what is that?"

A motorcycle rider wearing a black vest was panickingly greeting his companions. Before he finished speaking, he suddenly discovered that more than ten trucks painted with yellow and green camouflage came from the distance, hidden by rocks and raised terrain. Their speed was amazingly fast, and in a few seconds, they could see clearly the figures sitting in the cab. The powerful engine was roaring wildly, and on the wet wilderness, gray-yellow mud marks crushed by tires were drawn.

The sudden change shocked all the motorcycle riders.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! They are too many, we are not right..."

"Bang--"

The first truck rushed towards me and hit the nearest motorcycle. With a loud bang, the heavy two-wheeled vehicle body was hit and flew high. It crossed dozens of meters away, and finally a high parabola was drawn and fell down, splashing a piece of dirty mud.

The technician sent by Gliffiz from Emma City comprehensively modified the trucks in Yinyue City. The front ends of these mechanical products are equipped with spring-type shock-proof all-steel isolation rails, and the body structure has also been specially reinforced. In conjunction with the bulletproof armor plates rotating around the cabin, their role in actual combat is not inferior to that of standard combat vehicles.

In an instant, machine guns were sounded everywhere in the wilderness, and rain-like barrage was created around the remaining motorcycle knights. The motorcycle party members looked at the huge convoy getting closer and closer with despair. These steel creatures were not afraid of bullets at all, and the only few rockets were all consumed. The retreat had been completely blocked by the armored trucks that were speeding back and forth. As long as the other party was willing, they could use sniper rifles to blew everyone's heads one by one like pinching walnuts.

The armored vehicle continued to rush forward, with its thick and strong tires mercilessly rolling over the motorcycle wreckage that was blocking the road ahead. Amid the arrogant roar of the engine, the tilted sharp front approached the motorcycle rider trapped in the circle. It stopped abruptly when it was about to hit, only two or three meters apart.

The riders looked pale and tremblingly at the agile figure jumping off the roof of the car. He always smiled faintly, and his jade-colored skin emitted a very seductive soft luster in the wet air. Men with beautiful faces like this are usually very sexy butts and will become a special venting tool for the leaders of a certain force.

At this time, no one would consider such boring issues. Motorcyclists could not turn a blind eye to the huge Barrett sniper rifle in the man's hand. The bullets shot from the muzzle exploded at least eight people's heads. It was extremely terrifying to be able to maintain such a high hit rate at high speed.

Lin Xiang pressed a bullet into the bullet cabin with force, and looked at the riders who were chased by the convoy and were chased into the circle. He said calmly, coldly, and majesticly: "Put down your weapons and surrender immediately-"

...

According to the measurement standards of the wasteland world, the black iron furnace can barely be regarded as a city.

The predecessor here was originally a very well-known steel manufacturing enterprise in the old era. The huge machinery production workshop and the residential buildings attached to the surrounding enterprises turned this area preserved from the war into a huge ruin. Perhaps it was because of the harsh natural environment nearby and the failure to form a complete food chain! The "Black Iron Furnace" was not occupied by mutated creatures like the ruins of other cities, but became the base camp of the Silver Locomotive Party.

If calculated based on the building volume alone, the "black iron furnace" can accommodate tens of thousands of people. However, the number of residents is not just a simple numerical statistics, which involves a series of complex problems such as energy, drinking water and food. Relying on the relevant processing systems and some energy inside the factory, high-radiation water sources are introduced from the rivers in the south for precipitation and purification. The "black iron furnace" obtains necessary survival resources and then produces a certain amount of food. Due to the limitations of water treatment and terrain, food production can only be maintained at a relatively low level. Therefore, the population capacity of the "black iron furnace" is about 8,000. Once this number exceeds and there is no external support, various problems such as chaos and death caused by hunger will follow one after another.

When Lin Xiang entered the "black iron furnace", it was almost afternoon. Behind the dense radiant clouds, a hazy light curtain was faintly transmitted, placing a faint white layer of steel facilities in front of him.

The headquarters of the Silver Locomotive Party is a twelve-story building covering an area of ​​more than thousands of square meters. The dilapidated building is obviously a product left over from the old era. It is impossible for too much steel and cement to be used for construction in the wasteland world with extremely scarce materials. As long as there is no earthquake disaster of too much, these ancient buildings that cover the near world with radiation dust will continue to exist.

Go ahead along the old asphalt road half buried in the soil, with bars, nightclubs, pharmacies, weapon shops and clinics on both sides of the road. There are enough abandoned houses in the ruins to provide free accommodation for tired people wandering in the wilderness and those struggling at the bottom of the city. As for food and water, they must be exchanged for labor and body. This is also the common law for most new cities built on the ruins to solicit population.

Lin Xiang had not many entourages around him. Apart from Yang Hua and Wang Daxia, there were only four guards with level 5 evolution ability. This force alone had far exceeded the average strength level of the Silver Locomotive Party. Lin Xiang carefully checked the captured Locomotive Party Knights, among which the strongest leader was just an injection-transformer with level 3 strengthening ability.

Along the way, countless fear and envious eyes bet from all directions and gathered on these strangers. In this chaotic era, clothes without patches, smooth and charming metal objects, and guns with strange shapes all represent unbeatable strength. Even ordinary people without evolutionary abilities can judge the difference in strength and weakness with their naked eyes through these most basic appearances.

In front of the entrance of the building, a nearly 100-meter-long passage is circled with iron wire and a triangular steel frame. On the tops of the annexes on both sides, you can see the thick heavy machine gun barrel pointing here. Within Lin Xiang's perception range, at least twenty sniper rifles aimed in this direction.

This state of being facing a great enemy is obviously not directed at Lin Xiang himself, but specifically targeting Yang Hua. Anyone who has primary superpowers can feel the powerful aura emitted from this ordinary middle-aged man. Compared with ordinary evolved man, a powerful parasite is simply the most terrifying existence that must be looked up to.

Without the breath of supernatural powers, even an ant will not value itself.

With the strange thought that had just emerged in his mind, Lin Xiang shook his head with a wry smile, bent his lips and showed a self-deprecating smile, and walked slowly into the building along the narrow passage made of iron wire.

...

Luo Jingpeng's office is very large. Apart from the various weapons and knives hanging on all four walls, the only thing in the room is a large bed placed in the center of the house with a side length of more than four meters and a pile of soft bedding and fur.

A graceful woman lies on the bed, with black knotted thongs and line bras, outlining the most seductive pieces of flesh on her hips and upper body. Her lazy expression and light golden wavy hair set off a delicate and beautiful face. A pair of straight long legs are bent, and black stockings exudes a thrilling special texture in natural light. The slender silver high heels are gently shaking on the toes, tempting and teasing, and it seems to be making silent desires and seeking.

After waved his hand, Yang Hua and others turned around and left knowingly. Soon, there were only two men looking at each other, as well as women curled up and down on the big bed and twisted back and forth.

Luo Jingpeng was naked, his bronze skin shone with a faint oil in the afternoon sun, outlining the muscle lines well. His height was more than two meters, making him look like a giant that only existed in legend. He sat on the edge of the bed with a gloomy face, staring coldly at Lin Xiang standing in front of him.

Lin Xiang glanced at him lightly, grabbed an alloy folding chair from the side and sat down on his own, then took out a pack of "marlboro" from his shirt pocket, pulled out one to ignite it, raised Erlang's legs, and watched the scene in front of him with interest.

The silence lasted for half an hour. When Lin Xiang kept his face calm and lit the fourth cigarette, spitting out thick smoke, making the already dirty air in the room even more turbid, Luo Jingpeng finally spoke.

"Smoking so much cigarettes, you must have been a dead ghost with tuberculosis and cancer in your fucking life-" He grinned, revealing two rows of neat and white teeth.

Lin Xiang sat upright and smiled slightly: "You should make some aphrodisiacs to make up for it. After playing for so long, your genitals cannot be hard, so you can only use your fingers to satisfy the woman... Haha! If I guess correctly, your previous life was either a castrated eunuch or a natural sexual incompetence."
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