Heavy Armoured Truck In Post-apocalyptic World

In the city square of Mingfa, a few people in shark skin looked at the traces on the ground, and soon found the hastily buried corpse.

It's the members of Yuan Changjiang's team. They're dead. The one-eyed man who spoke, the black eyepatch added a bit of chill, The tire tracks are heading towards Taishan Town.

Another person squatting on the ground said: The tire tracks are deep in the soil, and the distance between the axles is five meters faster. This car weighs at least a hundred tons. It is a refitted big car, and it is likely to be an iron man from the Eastern War Zone.

The Iron Man in the eastern theater? What are they doing back again? Could it be that they are recovering from their injuries and want to find a place?

No matter what their purpose is, since they are here, don't think about going back. Our Black Blood Group just needs iron men to maintain equipment. Kill the golden man and make the iron man a slave!

Boss, it's getting dark, shall we go to Taishan Town to investigate?

I won't go, there is a ghost child coming ashore in the river at night, and he is entangled by the ghost child. I don't know how to write the word dead. Cyclops said.

Then what if the iron man ran away?

Cyclops said coldly: He can't run. The roads outside Heliu District, except for the two highways back to Yizheng City, are intact. The other roads have been dug up. The cars they drive are too big, and their off-road ability is definitely not good. Heliu District, or return to Taishan Town. Let Guiwazi entertain you well at night.

Then we now?

Go back to Shuwu Station, take a tricycle back to Yizheng through the tunnel, and report to the headquarters of the group, bring more people tomorrow, and leave the iron man with the car. Cyclops waved his hand, signaling the group to go back.

A team of seven people quickly stepped on stilts.

The two-meter-high stilts were just a jump for them, and soon seven people walked on stilts, dressed in shark skin, and left the scene like ghosts.

The tips of the stilts are relatively thick, and they are covered with a kind of leather, which makes no sound when they step on the ground.

The speed of travel was very fast. Three minutes later, seven people came to a ruin, jumped off the stilts, lifted the huge stone slab above the ruins, and revealed a hole. After the seven entered, there was a tunnel, and there was a broken sign hanging on the wall at the entrance of the ruins.

Welcome to Metro Line 10.

Below the sign, several bright red characters were painted with graffiti-like paint: Mouse House Station, be careful of landslides, you deserve it if you die - Yizheng Tunnel Office.

After getting off the platform, the seven of them soon came to the railroad tracks, and they could see that the railroad tracks had disappeared, and to be precise, they had been corroded. The metal is corroded and no one maintains it. Not only the rails are damaged, but even the tunnel is in danger. It can be seen that some places have cracked and dust falls from time to time.

This is still the situation after reinforcement. Many load-bearing girders no longer have such a large load-bearing capacity due to metal corrosion, so wood is simply used to support the top of the tunnel to prevent collapse.

Now where the railroad tracks should be, there is a tricycle parked, which also seems to be made of wood. There is no chain and the pedals are mounted directly on the front wheel.

Seven people squeezed onto the tricycle, one took out a lighter and lit a kerosene lamp on the car, and the other sat at the front, stepping on the pedal.

There is no faucet and handle, and the steering of the front wheels is controlled entirely by twisting the feet. But after all, they are all Death Eaters, with strong physical fitness, riding a simple and awkward tricycle, and with the faint kerosene lamp, they are still fast.

The underground tunnels are connected in series with the previous subways.

The tricycle was driving fast in the subway line, and several people took turns riding the bicycle, bragging and gossiping from time to time. I don't know how long they rode, and the kerosene lamp was refueled twice.

When passing by a signboard, a mouse catcher said, The Yizheng Crossing River Tunnel is here.

After a while, there seemed to be lights in front of him.

Human voices are also gradually audible.

With the light, you can see many pictures and graffiti written on the walls of the tunnel.

When you see this line of words, it proves that you are not crushed to death, you are safe - Yizheng Tunnel Office, Wang Changjun, I will go to your mother, Life is precious, love is more expensive, if you want to From then on, leave the money to buy the road—the toll station of the Yizheng cross-river tunnel.”

Grass mud horse, I have no money, I want to use C1 to insert your ass, Weather forecast: It will rain tomorrow, the tunnel will be flooded, and the whole family will die when you go out..

Welcome to the entertainment capital, the Lost Paradise is waiting for you, baccarat, fried golden flowers, slot machines, all kinds of ways to play, everything you expect to find, Don't trust Zhao Laogou, Xinchun brother, resurrect in place, Eight times a night, Chinese God Oil, New Hope Laboratory, the hope of all mankind, welcome to join the ranks of volunteers, Bitch Zhao knelt down and licked my toes for Lao Tzu.

The group did not pay any attention to these graffiti, and stopped at a guard post in front, and could see many similar tricycles around the guard post.

The person on duty at the sentry rubbed his eyes and opened the window: Fucking blind, your mouse hunting team is still alive? Damn, I bet you won't see the sun tomorrow, and you lost again, shit, shit !

With a cold face, the one-eyed dragon threw a few black coin-shaped things over: X your wife.

The officer on duty quickly caught the black coins and counted them with his hands: One, two, three... only six nuclei, blind eye, it's not enough, now it takes seven to go through the tunnel.

Seven? Why don't you grab them! a mouse catcher shouted behind Cyclops.

Hey, inflation, social labor productivity is insufficient, and the market supply is less than demand... I tell you that you don't understand, so hurry up and take out another nuclear crystal.

A group of vampires! After taking out another crystal nucleus, a rat-hunting member cursed through gritted teeth.

The guard on duty at the sentry post was not annoyed either. Seeing that the mouse catcher was about to leave, he suddenly shouted: Hey, wait a minute, blind team, you just said you want to X my wife? I have four wives, you want X Which one, for the sake of being colleagues of the Black Blood Group, I will charge you a little bit cheaper, five crystal cores at a time, do you want to do it?

...

The exploitation from above is getting more and more ruthless. Now it takes seven crystal nuclei to pass through a tunnel. You only earn a few crystal nuclei by catching mice every day, and they are all sucked up by the vampires above! If you continue like this, you will only be able to save a C1 after a few times. The money! Boss, it’s not okay to go on like this!” Leaving the tunnel, the mouse catcher said angrily.

The one-eyed dragon kept a cold face, his expression became more and more gloomy: Damn it.

At this time, a member of the team suddenly suggested: Why don't we sell the news and report it to the headquarters of the group, at most a few crystal nuclei will send us away, but we can make a fortune by selling the news about the Iron Man in the eastern theater one by one.

The proposal received a response from other team members: Boss, let's do it! No one can get rich without windfall, and a horse can't get fat without night grass. We should give all the benefits to the higher-ups, and we have to fight for it ourselves.

Yes, motherfucker!

They are not benevolent, so don't blame us for being unrighteous.

With only one eye left, the one-eyed dragon glanced around his subordinates, pondered for a long time, and finally nodded: Okay, I will sell the news tonight! (To be continued.):