Dragon Ball Super Saiyan Project

Chapter 191 Future World
The wild sand is wild, the desert yellow dust.

On this desolate desert Gobi, there are still many architectural relics of modern civilization.Although there are only some ruins left, it can be seen that this place was probably a large-scale modern city before, but it suffered some kind of devastating damage afterwards.Large areas of vegetation and soil structure were destroyed, and gradually desertified.Over time, it became what it is now.

However, it is not accurate to say that this place is inaccessible. There are still many tire marks of different shades on the deserted road, like a long snake spreading all the way to the distance.It proves that there are often cars passing by here.Perhaps it is the only way to an important gathering place.After waiting for a while, there was indeed a loud noise of a motor roaring in the distance.With the flying yellow dust, a bus can be seen appearing first, but the windshield of the vehicle is reinforced with iron mesh, and the body is covered with all kinds of messy graffiti.There are also a large number of bullet holes that are still emitting green smoke, and it is obvious that they have just experienced a fierce battle.

Following the appearance of this bus, more than a dozen motorcycles with wide and long bodies appeared on the misty horizon illuminated by the sun, and all of them were young people dressed as hippies, or waving Thick iron chains, or shooting guns, yelling and chasing the bus in front.They all have the excited look of a cat playing with a mouse.

After chasing for half a kilometer, a thick man with a skull turban on his head and bearded face suddenly accelerated, raised a double-barreled shotgun, and without aiming, there was a bang, and he shot it directly when he picked it up.Amidst the faint smoke and gushing flames, a burst of flames suddenly exploded on the rear wheels of the bus racing ahead.The body of the car suddenly shifted, and the driver frantically turned the steering wheel, but the bus still couldn't help rushing out of the lane and slammed into a mound hard.

The speeding party who was chasing after them immediately caught up and circled the bus continuously. The terrifying motors roared together, and they laughed and threw Molotov cocktails at the bus!Phew—the flammable liquid filled in the bottles exploded as the glass bottles shattered, and the fire suddenly ignited, bringing choking smoke into the carriage, and drove out all the civilians in the carriage.For a while, there were gunshots, roars, and people screaming to drag out the driver who had passed out.The scene in front of me was extremely chaotic.

After a burst of gunfire, three civilians who were trying to resist were killed.These civilians finally collapsed, one by one like frightened lambs, huddled together, and could no longer raise the mood of resistance.The hippies looked at them playfully, throwing daggers, lighters, and pistols in front of them.Or deliberately block the doors, so that one or two civilians who have not had time to get out screamed for mercy in the burning car.There was a burst of laughter from time to time.The stout man who shot the tire before shouted on the motorcycle: "You pigs fleeing for refuge, you dare to run when you meet my uncle. Show me their luggage, gold jewelry, gasoline, food Let me unload them, clear water, and strip off their clothes and burn them. I really want to see if you can walk out of this desert alive."

Hearing that these villains not only wanted to rob them of their belongings, but also robbed them of clean water and food, these civilians panicked. Water is undoubtedly a treasure that is hard to find in the desert.In this treacherous heartland, it is even more indispensable to sustain life.No water is tantamount to a death sentence for them.In addition, the temperature difference between day and night in this desert is huge, the sun is scorching during the day, and you need to wrap yourself in a quilt to keep out the cold at night.If they burn all their luggage and clothes.Some of them are old, weak, sick, and disabled. I'm afraid they won't survive tonight.But in the face of this group of murderers, they have no way to resist.Some women have even held their faces and sobbed.The man was devastated, but he didn't dare to complain.There was a child who raised his head and said in a childish voice, "Bastard, Trunks is back to save us!"

"Brat, you mean the flying golden retriever! Hey, he should be kept in a zoo. Or sliced ​​up by Frankenstein." A biker with a nose ring and mohawk hair whistled. .This remark also caused a burst of laughter from the other speeding gangs.

"Hey, if he dares to show up, I'll kill him with one shot."

The big man in the skull scarf gave a cold snort of disdain, and threw a coin into the sky as a protester, without looking up. After a second, he raised his gun and roared into the sky. Crush the falling coins with a bang.He proudly blew the hot air from the barrel of the gun, raised his bearded chin and said arrogantly: "In front of Luke, my fast gunner, so what if I can fly!"

Taking back more than a dozen scattered spiritual thoughts, Best couldn't help but smile.I am already aware of the environment in this time and space I am in.Obviously, this is the future time and space, a world after being wreak havoc by artificial humans.At this moment, it is the third year since the disappearance of the two artificial human demons.

The news that Trunks wiped out No. 18 and No. 17 did not seem to be spread, but his virtues and deeds of using his ability to help disaster victims rebuild their homes were sung by countless people.This was an age of great chaos without government.At the same time, this is also a world where everything is facing reconstruction after the catastrophe!
(End of this chapter)