Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 207 Hellfire Chariot
The Prophet is not stupid, he knows the shortcomings of his organization - he can "infect" the wastelanders with his personal charm, and build the organization of the Black Saints. If he wants to make the organization bigger and stronger, he cannot do it alone When things happen, there must be elites in operations and command to help.

Wei Qianshou is the leader of the Warrior Company, and Zhang Feng is the commander of the Baoshi City Guards, but they are both experienced in leading troops.

Although from a more cautious point of view, including them into the black saints has the potential danger of attracting wolves into the house, but...he is sure that those two guys will do their jobs honestly.

boom!
A flame rose not far from the south gate, and loud shouts followed the wind.

However, the people inside and outside the south gate didn't care about the disturbance nearby at all, and they all focused on one thing.

Someone shot.

It wasn't the razor man's soldiers, nor Zhang Feng who was determined to break through alone. The gunshot came from Yang Zhi's scratched revolver.

The muzzle of the gun was pointed at the prophet's left chest, so the bullet entered from behind, and the blood quickly stained the clean shirt inside the suit.

The Prophet didn't wait for Zhang Feng and Wei Qianshou's response, what he waited for was his companion's attack from behind.

He wanted to turn around to look at Yang Zhi's face, but he couldn't maintain his standing posture after moving a little, and fell to the ground with a plop.

Wei Qianshou, Zhang Feng and the others were stunned. They never thought that those two people would turn against each other. Yang Zhi pulled out his weapon and shot the black saint's prophet to the ground. Why...why?
"Go at ease, my friend, I will help you love your wife, I will help you take care of your little brother, and I will help you take care of your bounty." Yang Zhi put the revolver back in his waist, Looking at the prophet's body, he said.

Wei Qianshou frowned, remembering the team of black saint soldiers he met at the exit corner of the stadium when he and Lao Cao came over.

Presumably the Prophet sent all his people to the front line, and Yang Zhi finally seized the opportunity, thus the scene in front of him happened.

Bandit groups like the Black Saints and the Razors have the same external pressures, have the same enemies, or can put aside prejudices and unite with self-interest.Once the pressure is removed, the enemy is defeated, or the interests are sufficiently enticing, the fragile connection between them crumbles.

As it is now, the prophet wants to win them over to join the Black Saints, but Yang Zhi obviously has other ideas.

Occupying other people's beautiful wives, annexing black saints, getting double loot, and killing potential future enemies... Such a good opportunity, how could someone like Yang Zhi let it slip away from his hands.

"Let them go." Yang Zhi said to his subordinates.

The razor demon soldiers outside the gate looked puzzled, but obediently retreated to the sides, leaving a passage.

Yang Zhi looked at Zhang Feng and Wei Qian's hands, then raised his wrist to look at the time on the gold watch: "I'll give you one minute..."

Needless to say, Zhang Feng and Wei Qianshou also knew what Yang Zhi wanted to do.

Games, the most common war games, or cats playing tricks with mice.Whether it is in war movies or in history books, there are many precedents, but Yang Zhi is very "generous" and did not tie them together.

"It's a good plan..." Wei Qianshou said in a weak voice.

They are not only Yang Zhi's playthings, but the death of the Prophet can be pushed to them logically.

"Old Cao, let me down."

Old Cao remained silent, his body motionless.

"Old Cao..."

At this time, two soldiers beside Zhang Feng ran out.

Over there, Yang Zhi took a Type 88 sniper rifle from the patrolling soldiers above the city gate, turned around and looked at the direction in which the two soldiers were escaping.

Zhang Feng hesitated for a moment, then rushed out.

The running back of the power armor is really not very good-looking, like a grizzly walking with its upper body up.

Lao Cao also ran up, letting Wei Qianshou repeat in his ears the words to let him escape alone.

Bang!
After running a few steps, there was a gunshot behind him.

Wei Qianshou saw the soldiers of the Gemstone City Guard running in the front fall to the ground without making a sound.

From Yang Zhi stepping aside to the sound of gunfire, there was not even a minute in the whole process, not even half a minute.

The other party did not keep their promises!

What if the other party doesn't keep his word?
Yang Zhi is a hooligan, and the hooligan has a gun in his hand.

Bang!
There was another gunshot, and the No.2 Gem City guard fell to the ground.

Wei Qian shook his body vigorously with his hands, struggling to get off Lao Cao's back, but this had no effect. Lao Cao's hands were tightly wrapped around his legs. As a seriously injured person, it was impossible to break free.

Bang!
There was another gunshot, and the P-43 power armor worn by Zhang Feng splashed a spark from the back wheel.

Yang Zhi hit the target, but it's a pity that he couldn't break through the shell of the P-88 power armor with the power of 43 sniper.

Boom!There was a fourth shot.

This time it was completely inaccurate, and the bullet created a cloud of dust on the ground on Zhang Feng's right.

At this time, Zhang Feng's figure was a little blurred in Lao Cao's eyes, and it didn't take long for him to run out of the flat terrain around Gemstone City and enter the ruins of Qindao City full of ruins, so that Zhang Feng's chances of escaping would increase a lot.

Lao Cao heard the roar of the locomotive from behind, and then the creak of tires crushing gravel and rubble.

Not long after, accompanied by a gust of wind and the gangsters' laughter, a modified pickup truck passed by the two of them, bringing with it a light storm of dust.

In the rear compartment of the modified pickup truck was a 12.7MM caliber machine gun, and the gangster biting the filter tip was holding the handle with an excited expression on his face. The P-43 power armor naturally cannot defend against its strafing fire.

That is the commander of the Gemstone City Guard, and being able to kill such a character is definitely something worth showing off.

Lao Cao thought that Zhang Feng was finished.

After modifying the four wheels of the pickup truck, Zhang Feng only has two legs... Of course, the two legs can't run on the four wheels.

He was still panting and running forward... no, walking.

He knew very well that the next gunshot might be his and Wei Qianshou's death.

Of course, it depends on Yang Zhi's mood, or the boss of the razor man handed over the task of killing them to the user of the 12.7MM machine gun.

Wei Qianshou didn't think too much. He didn't know whether it was a delusion or adrenaline that stimulated his sensory organs. He vaguely heard a deep and powerful roar of a locomotive and the sound of tires spinning on the ground.

It was true that there was a modified pickup truck in front, but... that sound definitely did not come from a modified pickup truck.

Soon, he saw a fiery red streak passing through the ruins in front of him, heading towards the Gem City at an extremely fast speed.

At this time, the modified pickup truck was already approaching Zhang Feng, and it was about to enter the range where the 12.7MM machine gun could penetrate power armor.

Wei Qianshou's bloodless lips trembled slightly, his mouth grew little by little, and his eyes became more radiant.

In front of the modified pickup truck and Zhang Feng, a fiery red streak broke through the horizon with flying dust, coming towards them at a shocking speed.

That thing looked like a racing car, with chunky off-road tires, a streamlined shell, and a fiery red that symbolized heat.

"Where did this vehicle come from?" Wei Qianshou asked himself in his heart.

Although I had a guess about it in my heart, I still hesitated and couldn't believe it.

The driver of the modified pickup truck also saw the unfriendly red vehicle and yelled at the people in the cargo compartment.

The shooter operating the 12.7MM machine gun no longer insists on the lethal killing distance, and presses down with his finger.

chug chug...

The muzzle flames gushed out, and the recoil caused the whole vehicle to sway.

Dazzling sparks splashed on Zhang Feng's back, and the impact of the bullet hit his body. He couldn't control his balance and fell to the ground suddenly.

The health module of the P-43 power armor started to alarm, and the torso and legs were severely damaged.

In fact, you don't need to look at him to know how bad your situation is now, because there is a pain like a needle in your right leg.

If he guessed correctly, he should have been shot.

Zhang Feng sighed and waited for the gunman's second round of shooting.

But at the moment when the low-pitched gunshots sounded, there was a bang, and the dust covered the field of vision.He vaguely saw crimson flashing in front of his eyes, and the tires dragged an arc-shaped scratch on the ground.

With the next breath, he suddenly realized that he was still alive, and he could still think. There was no bullet that exploded his head, and no bullet penetrated into his chest and took his life away.

At this time, the wind from the north carried the dust and scattered it southward, revealing the scene ahead.

An off-road vehicle with a streamlined body stopped in front of him, blocking the bullets from the modified pickup truck.

chug chug...

There was another burst of gunfire, and flames burst from the roof of the car on the other side of the road.

The sparks kept bouncing, and the left side shield of the red vehicle was jingled...but it was just jingling, the warheads did not cause any real damage, at most scraped off a little paint.

Zhang Feng saw a figure on the side of the translucent material in the cockpit gesticulating with him. A low, powerful growl.

The whole vehicle rushed out with a whimper, and rushed towards the modified pickup truck with jaw-dropping acceleration.

The shooter manipulating the 12.7MM machine gun switched targets and regarded the newly arrived red off-road vehicle as the primary enemy. While shouting loudly to cheer himself up, he held the trigger tightly and fired a row of bullets.

The warheads kept kissing the cockpit cover, side fenders, and huge tires of the Hellion Chariot... But no matter how dense the bullets were, or how dazzling the sparks were, they could neither kill the driver nor force the vehicle to stop.

The two cars driving in the opposite direction are getting closer and closer.

What the driver of the modified pickup truck didn't understand was that the other party had no intention of slowing down or intercepting them, just like ordinary vehicles meeting each other on the road, each driving on one side of the road.

"The people inside are not going to save Zhang Feng? Did they go after Wei Qianshou?" The thought flashed through the driver's mind.

At this time, the distance between the two cars was very close, less than 20 meters.

The gun-type device above the cockpit of the weird off-road vehicle that was a head shorter than the modified pickup truck moved, and turned sideways, facing the modified pickup truck that was about to pass by.

Suddenly, a burst of flames erupted, and the terrifying red spread out on the side, covering the entire field of vision, and the modified pickup truck suddenly fell into a sea of ​​flames.

The long and narrow blue flame beams sprang out for hundreds of meters, the black smoke emptied, the heat wave evaporated, and the flame texture was like rapidly spreading sea waves.

The screams from the cab of the modified pickup truck pierced through the clouds and resounded in the open area outside the south gate of Gemstone City.

The entire modified pickup truck was ignited, and explosions continued.

When the stream of flames from the Hellfire Injector became shorter and smaller, and finally turned into a cluster of restless small flames, the Hellfire Chariot and the modified pickup truck passed by.

Zhang Feng was dumbfounded.

No, it should be said that I looked stupid.

In just a short time, a car of razor men, demons and bandits was burned to black coals. The whole car seemed to be covered with a flame coat, and it slowed down towards the southeast with raging flames and continuous explosions.

Wei Qianshou and Lao Cao were also dumbfounded. They didn't expect that "Red Whirlwind" to be so violent and ruthless. It set the modified pickup truck on fire in the blink of an eye.

Bang!
There was a shot from behind.

Lao Cao's heart tightened, and he shrank his neck in fright, but he quickly realized that this gunshot was a little different from the one just now, and he was not dead, he was still alive.

He didn't continue to look at the "Red Whirlwind" that was approaching fast, but mustered up the courage to look behind him.

The 88-style sniper rifle was stuck on the ground, and Yang Zhi's body got lower little by little, and finally fell to the ground holding his bleeding left chest.

Behind Yang Zhi is a person, a person who should have died—the Prophet.

As a streak of red passed by, the strong wind picked up the clothes of him and Wei Qianshou, and the dust blurred their vision.

At this time, Lao Cao saw that the prophet's body was short, and he seemed to fall back to the ground.

"Old Cao..." Wei Qian patted him on the shoulder, motioning him to look behind him.

Lao Cao turned his head and saw that the dust that had just faded and thinned was thickening again at the corner in front of Zhang Feng's position, surrounded by ruins of buildings.

On the other side of the dust storm, black figures slowly jumped out of the horizon.

In the front is a floating soldier one foot above the ground. Flames spew out from the back of the battle armor, and the scorching air is slightly deformed. Coupled with the isolation from the dust, the figure walking behind is very blurred.

Zhang Feng was a little ahead, so he could see more clearly.

As the two swaying black shadows broke through the dust curtain, they brought up faster-moving dust clusters on the left and right sides of the road.

Zhang Feng took off the helmet of the P-43 power armor, panting heavily.

The two black figures who were faster than those equipped with jetpacks, the one on the left was very familiar to him. It was the mutant dog that caused a bloody storm in the city when Tang Yan led Zang Feng, San Pao and several others to attack the west gate of Gem City.

He had never seen the one on the right before. It looked like a dog, but the running posture gave people an awkward feeling.

Until it broke through the dust storm and appeared in the sunlight, Zhang Feng finally figured out what it was.

Speaking of which, deputy head Tang is really a wonderful person.It doesn't count if you have a mutant dog, and you have to pair it up. I don't know where to get a mechanical dog.

The mutant dog and the mechanical dog were getting closer and closer to him, and he could already see the fangs of the former and the electronic eyes of the latter.

(End of this chapter)