Chapter 1176 - 18VS200!
1176 18VS200!
For the raiders, it was not a large sum, but an astronomical number!
For fifty thousand crystals, even if it meant fighting with the Mother of the Death Claws, they would do it without hesitation, let alone ambush an unknown “small settlement leader”.
Tiger originally ordered to follow behind that person and wipe out his entire settlement. But in front of fifty thousand crystals, personal grudges seemed trivial.
To be on the safe side, Tiger accepted his own subordinate’s suggestion and changed the plan of following him to the settlement and then ambushing him.
After all, he was not stupid. For someone who could afford to buy a card with fifty thousand crystals, he would take his safety as his top priority. If they went to his settlement and ended up discovering a few power armors, it would be problematic.
So he adopted a conservative strategy. Take the person hostage first, get the card, and then torture him to obtain the location of his settlement before he came up with the next plan.
Of course, although he was not stupid, obviously he was not the brightest either.
He could not have never imagined that his enemy was not a leader of a settlement, but a warlord from the south.
“One kilometer ahead…Fu*k, they spotted us.”
Next to the water tank at the top of the building, the man who was watching the street with a binocular snorted. Then, he immediately took out his walkie-talkie and reported the situation to his teammates preparing an ambush on the neighboring street.
“We were spotted! Their people are spreading out. Follow them and don’t let the fat meat escape!”
As soon as they heard the fat meat that was going to enter their belly about to escape, the ambushing raiders could not sit still any longer.
The raiders, who kneeled behind the bunkers, grabbed their rifles, loaded the magazines, and ran towards the target. The raiders disguised as scavengers pulled down their disguise and revealed the weapons underneath.
“They can’t get away.”
Hundreds of meters away, a fierce-looking man on a modified truck revealed a vicious smile and his yellow teeth.
The fierceness radiated from his pupils. He pulled the intercom on the window and yelled into the team channel. “Listen up, the boss said whoever captures the leader of the fat meat will be rewarded five hundred crystals! Also, once we succeed, we can sleep with whoever we want in the clan until we can’t even move!”
“AWHOOOOOO!”
They were howling like wolves, and the man sitting in the modified truck built on their raising morale.
“If you want to be rewarded, get on the truck, and get ready to go! Let’s let those meat know how the Tiger Clan chops heads!”
A group of raiders dressed in various clothes walked out from the shadows and rushed to the modified trucks. They then put on plastic covers before climbing onto the truck, ready to fight.
The engine’s roar filled the streets, and ten modified trucks moved together to transport a group of vicious raiders towards the “Fat Meat”.
However, at this moment, there was a sudden explosion from afar.
The raider standing on the top of the truck looked up at the clouds in the sky. At this moment, a black dot suddenly emerged from under the clouds and was quickly approaching them.
“Look, look at it,” he slapped another raider and exclaimed while pointing at the sky. “What is that?”
No one answered him.
Without the slightest indication.
The orange-colored bullets hailed down in an instant.
The raiders on the truck only had time to see a glimpse of the afterimage before they turned into mud under the rain of bullets.
The Aurora-20 flew by, and the powerful 20mm machinegun fired a hailstorm of bullets, shredding the entire street.
The man sitting in the truck only heard a homing noise. Before he could even think of what could be happening, he and the truck turned into dust.
When the dust dissipated, mourning sounds ensued.
The raiders who fortunately escaped climbed out through the burning steels, dragged their bloody corpses forward, or cried at the edge of the bullet craters
The countless blank sights gazed out from the shadows of the street.
It was already afternoon, and the most debilitating part of the zombie’s day was almost over. Attracted by screams and explosions, the zombies limped into the messy battlefield and began searching.
“Don’t, don’t come close to me!” A raider raised his rifle in horror, looking at the zombies beginning to surround him, he desperately tried to move backward. Then due to his fear, he temporarily forgot about the excruciating pain.
Some raiders simply gave up, picked up their pistols, and pulled the trigger against their temple.
The whole street turned into hell…
“Fi… fighters?”
Next to Jiang Chen, Zhao Qiuran was astonished as her mouth hung wide open and her gaze fixated on the dust in the distance.
Although the Aurora-20 quickly pierced into the cloud again, with her dynamic vision and reflex, she still captured the afterimage of the fighter.
She had roamed on the wasteland for several years. She had seen Death Claws, Mud Crabs, and all kinds of powerful and invincible mutants. However, it was the first time she saw fighters, something that only lived in the conversations of the Blue Skins.
“Civilized people’s weapons,” Jiang Chen smiled and walked to a bench on the side of the road. He sat up, crossed his legs, and then slowly said, “I said, you will soon know who is the lunatic.”
When she looked at the man sitting on the bench, Zhao Qiuran gulped subconsciously.
She asked herself how many times she danced on the fine line between life and death. She had encountered countless powerful lone travelers, mercenaries, and raiders. However, for the first time, she developed a deep fear of someone.
Even the Mother of the Death Claws did not make her so scared.
She once thought that there were two kinds of tyrants on the wasteland. One was the leader of a settlement, like Ding Liwei and Wan Peng that commanded thousands, and the other was the powerful lone traveler that could kill Death Claws with one shot.
But now, the man in front of her refreshed her worldview.
Even if the two types of tyrant stood in front of him, they would be minuscule, powerless.
Just when Zhao Qiuqi was zoned out, Jiang Chen spoke again.
“Don’t stand there just like that, it takes time even to kill two hundred chickens.” Jiang Chen patted the empty seat next to him. “Come here.”
She did not refuse.
Zhao Qiuran mechanically walked to Jiang Chen’s side and sat down stiffly.
Just as she restlessly sat down, Jiang Chen took out a lighter and lit a cigarette before speaking without any emotion.
“You said you owe me a favor. Now is a good time.”
Zhao Qiuran subconsciously asked.
“How can I help?”
“Can you not sense the spiritual mark?” Jiang Chen gestured the two guards next to him to spread out before taking a Rubik’s cube out from his pocket. Then, he gently put it down on the bench, “From now on, look closely.”