The sand and dust are rising, and the sound of the tires running over the sand is like the scales of a giant python scratching the rough ground. The sound of the engine is like the music rising to its climax. The sounds of the three off-road vehicles come together to form a rapid A high-spirited voice.
Every homeless person, unless they change careers midway, will be accompanied by vehicles throughout their lives.
To them, vehicles are like the galloping horses of the nomadic people in the past, and they are their indispensable companions.
In the homeless camp, even if you find a three-year-old child and ask him specifically about vehicle machinery, he will be able to give you a clear explanation.
Therefore, every Wanderer's vehicle, even if the vehicle's predecessor does not have the performance of off-road in sandy soil.
But with the modification of the Wanderer Mechanic, it can also have the excellent ability to run in the desert.
The off-road vehicle is speeding on the desert sand. The unrestrained and unrestrained image is certainly fascinating, but the feeling of sitting in the vehicle is actually not very good.
Mitch's off-road vehicle seemed to have no modifications to its shock absorption performance, and the strong bumps made Lin Mo, who was sitting in the vehicle, feel extremely uncomfortable.
However, his good calmness allowed him to resist this disgusting feeling and looked at the sky outside the car window.
The edge of the clear sky in the distance was covered with a grayish-yellow filter at some point.
It's obviously still noon, but the sky over there seems to have entered dusk early.
"I read the weather forecast before coming here. It is said that there will be a sandstorm in the Badlands today, and there will also be a sandstorm in Night City. We have to pay attention, Uncle Mitch!"
Lin Mo couldn't help but raise his voice so that Mitch, who was concentrating on racing, could hear him.
The Badlands area in the eastern part of Night City is adjacent to the large desert area, and sandstorms like this basically come once or twice a month.
Anyway, environmental pollution, climate deterioration and other phenomena around the world have long become irreversible problems in today's era. It is normal for the frequency of such severe weather to increase.
"Did you read the weather forecast? When did it happen?" Mitch asked in confusion, holding the steering wheel with both hands.
Even though the car has reached its limit speed, he still seems to have plenty of energy left.
Isn't this kid usually busy in the family camp, looking here and there like a curious baby? How can he be so professional in reading the weather forecast?
"I saw it by chance. Look over there. There are already signs of a sandstorm." Lin Mo didn't explain much and pointed to the sky outside the window.
Mitch looked over and raised his eyebrows: "It's true."
However, he was not surprised by this. He just grabbed the communicator, reminded his companions in the other two off-road vehicles a few words, and then continued to control the vehicle indifferently.
His relaxed posture made people suspect that what was about to come was not a sandstorm, but a drizzle.
"Don't worry, it's just a small scene like this. We're used to it. We'll hurry up and drive away those knife gangs later. We'll return to the camp in time. This sandstorm won't last long." Mitch said with an attitude of someone who has experienced it. He said calmly, with an expression on his face that seemed to say, "Uncle has eaten more salt than you have eaten rice."
Lin Mo just smiled at this and didn't think about taking his words.
The vehicle continued to drive towards the location sent by the Bakker family, and the car radio kept making messy sounds.
It seemed that they were close enough to the opponent's convoy. The long-lost members of the Bakker family finally connected to the communication, and intermittent voices rang on the radio:
"Location...xxx...we are at an abandoned gas station...there are twenty people on the other side...eight cars...repeat..."
"It looks like they have exchanged fire. I have to say that our trading partners are all a group of cunning foxes." Mitch smiled dryly and turned to look at Lin Mo: "Do you know why I evaluate them like this? ?”
"Twenty people, eight cars, four cars and 11 people from the Bakker family. If I look at it, the number of these gangs will be more, not less." Lin Mo calmly gave his analysis:
"The Luan Dao Gui are all desperadoes, but they will not do anything they are not sure of. 20 people versus 11 people cannot be said to be completely suppressed. They will not do this kind of business with excessive losses... "
"On the other hand, the sandstorm is about to hit. The Bakker family gave up escaping by car and chose a gas station as a base to resist. I think they also took this aspect into consideration. When the sandstorm comes, if they continue to escape, the convoy will easily disperse, but they stay at the gas station. , the Luandao who was blocked outside would have no choice but to run away."
"They have even taken us into consideration, and are sure that we will definitely come to support because of our credibility. Even if we don't contribute, as long as we can lure away some of the Luan Dao Association, or put pressure on the Luan Dao Association, the people of the Bakker family will not lose. .”
Listening to Lin Mo's analysis, Mi Qi nodded and said with satisfaction:
"That's a good point. It seems there's no need for me to explain further. If I hadn't taken you back to the family camp that night, I might have mistaken you for a seasoned wanderer now."
"These are just normal analyses, not sophisticated at all." Lin Mo sighed, not very used to this kind of compliment.
After all, there is no way for wanderers to survive in a chaotic area like the Badlands if they don't have any ideas. They would have been eaten up to nothing.
"But whether it's the Bucker family or the Luan Dao Club, they definitely wouldn't have thought that we still have you, a master who specializes in targeting the Luan Dao Club!" Mickey laughed.
Lin Mo yawned a little tiredly. After adapting to the bumps of the vehicle, he looked at the unchanging scenery outside the window and felt a little sleepy.
"Don't worry, no one from the Luandao Society will be able to escape." He leaned on his seat, tilted his head, and stated the facts in a calm tone.
Mitch nodded convincingly. After spending many days together, he also understood the terrifying speed and combat power of the boy next to him.
"But you'd better wait until the end before taking action, and don't pretend to be very relaxed when you take action. It's better to pretend to be very strenuous." Mitch reminded.
Lin Mo hummed and said, "I understand, adding icing on the cake is not as good as providing help when it's time."
Mitch frowned, not understanding Lin Mo's idiom.
But he has said this, so he must understand it, right?
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Next to an abandoned gas station in Badland, a fierce gun battle was going on.
Parking their respective vehicles near the gas station, the Bakker family forced the door of the gas station, and 11 people hid in the building. They blocked the entrance and exit of the gas station with a simple protection fortification surrounded by four off-road vehicles. Forms a good protective barrier.
A total of ten vehicles of various types gathered around the gas station. The Chariot Club members hid behind the vehicles and poured bullets into the gas station with grins. Fierce fire erupted from the firearms in their hands.
In the Bakker family's motorcade, the leader hid behind the wall of the building.
He was about to stick his head out to investigate the situation, but was frightened back by a bullet.
The metal bullet accurately passed through the concrete wall and entered the wall behind him at a certain angle, almost missing a hole in the bridge of his nose.
"Damn, it's a metal bullet. Those guys have technical weapons and maybe even snipers. V, think of a way!"
V, who was hiding behind the abandoned shelves, glanced at his leader and retorted irritably:
"Who do you think I am? The King of Hell? Whoever wants to die will die? If you don't help attract firepower, how can I try to hack them?"
The leader had a gloomy face, glanced at all his companions in the gas station, and pointed at several tribesmen:
"For those of you who have implanted subcutaneous armor, stop being cowardly and fight back quickly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a defender machine gun with a ferocious expression and cursed:
"Grandma, I'll take the lead first. We just bought these guns not long ago, so let's test the power of these bastards first."
While cursing angrily, he walked out of the bunker, firmly pulled the trigger of the machine gun, and shot at the enemies in the distance.
At the same time, several tribesmen who were ordered by him also stepped out of the bunker and fought back against the Luandao Society without fear.
Thanks to someone attracting firepower, V showed his head from behind the bunker in time, his eyes as sharp as an eagle's, staring straight at the sniper lying behind the vehicle.
In the virtual network world, a data line roughly connected the two of them. The golem in the access warehouse started in time and followed the data line to hack into the other party's processor.
Any sniper must be assisted by prosthetic eyes.
[Magic Doll-Prosthetic Eye Malfunction]
Sporadic electric sparks suddenly appeared in the sniper's eyes. He screamed and shouted to the rest of his companions:
"The other party has a hacker. Quick, find that form! Tmd, my eyes are black..."
His warning sound stopped abruptly, and V, who was hiding in the building, raised the [Unified] pistol in his hand and launched an attack like an eagle watching its prey closely.
Gunshots rang out and people fell.
