The size of the giant motorcycle is no less than that of a strong horse. Although it is a two-wheeled motorcycle, it is not smaller than a four-wheeled jeep in terms of volume and weight. Even though Gong Yun's tall and burly body was lying on it, it was not very visible, flying hummingly on the silent wilderness.
As he got further and further away from Shacheng, Gong Yun gradually felt the desolation. The excavated gullies on the ground could be seen everywhere. If it weren't for the erosion of the years, these gullies had collapsed and formed gentle slopes. Motorcycles would not be able to use them at all. It was impossible to drive on such terrain, which was why Su Meng had to work overtime to make this giant motorcycle for him.
In fact, in terms of transportation alone, there is no need to make this motorcycle so big. As long as Gong Yun's physical problems are taken into consideration, the strength of each part of the body has been strengthened several times, otherwise it will definitely not be able to withstand Gong Yun's strength. The clouds are tossing.
Looking around, Gong Yun seemed to have entered a desolate world. There was almost no life as far as he could see. The grass on the ground was very sparse, and a few sickly trees grew crookedly. A feeling of developmental malformation.
Gong Yun is no stranger to this kind of landform. In addition to Hope Island being surrounded by water and having natural barriers, the Black Sea and Red Sea bases he has been to have such a deserted area around them. The function is naturally to defend against mutant beasts and use drugs to order Most plants die and cannot grow. Use this method to cut off the food of mutant beasts. Without herbivorous mutant beasts, carnivorous mutant beasts will naturally not come.
At the same time, the terrain is made like this to slow down the mutant beasts when dealing with the beast tide, and it can also block the sight of the mutant beasts for counterattackers to facilitate concealment.
If it weren't for the powerful power of the motorcycle and Gong Yun's strong control on this kind of terrain, even ordinary evolvers would not be able to drive a vehicle on this kind of terrain.
Gong Yun's motorcycle soared into the sky with a buzzing sound from a deep pit, then pushed the front of the car and fell into another deep pit.
At this time, a group of people were cooking and eating around a bonfire in the deep pit. The sudden appearance of a motorcycle shocked the group of people. They jumped up instinctively, took out their firearms and pointed them at the motorcycle that fell from the sky. car. Because it was impossible to tell who was on the motorcycle from their angle, but it was definitely not a mutant beast, so they did not shoot immediately.
The motorcycle hit the slope, kicked up dirt, and swooped toward the bottom of the pit, stopping not far from a group of people.
good afternoon? Gong Yun put his feet on the ground and raised one hand to say hello. This action was in line with the demeanor of an initiate.
When a group of people saw Gong Yun actively greeting them, their vigilance weakened and they lowered their guns.
My friend, I see that you are walking from a border town. Why are you alone? Are you going back? A male initiate, holding a gun in one hand, raised one hand in response.
Yes, the team is wiped out, and I’m the only one left. What else can I do if I don’t go back? Are you going to a border town? Gong Yun asked as he got off the motorcycle coolly.
yes! Friends, let’s have something together since we’ve caught up. We also want to know about the situation in the border town and ask our friends for their advice. The man said and made a gesture, because the other person got out of the car, which was a sign of asking for something, otherwise he would not get off the car.
Thanks, I originally planned to stop and take a rest, but someone happened to be chatting and it was lively. Ouch, I've been feeling suffocated to death for the past ten days or so. Gong Yun sighed with emotion.
Please, the man motioned for his team members to put down their weapons.
Let me introduce myself, our team is a motley team formed by ourselves and does not belong to any gang. My name is Suhan. My friend, don’t laugh. You must also be able to tell that we people are not promoted to high levels, and our respective gangs don’t want us because they think our cultivation is low. We discussed it among ourselves and planned to go to the border town to visit, even though we would be looked down upon wherever we were based on our abilities. But we can get some supplies anyway, right? Now that the government doesn’t provide benefits, we can’t starve to death, right? Suhan introduced himself.
My name is Long Cong. I won’t say anything about the organization since it’s like this. Speaking out will bring shame to the organization. Gong Yun said and glanced at the few people present.
Guys, you don’t want to listen to what I have to say! There is no benefit if you are at your level. Our team has been wiped out, but with your strength...
So what do we do? If we don’t go, let alone improve our strength, even eating will be a problem. Where else can we go if we don’t go to the border town? a woman asked.
Yes, according to your cultivation level, you are also our senior. Can you give us some advice? Otherwise, how about we recognize you as the boss and you take us there? The woman begged with floating eyes.
No one else has expressed any opinion about the woman's behavior. In this situation, everyone is in danger and is using all means to find a way out. No matter what they do to solve the problem, it cannot be said to be wrong. What's more, the promotion level of the person in front of them is obviously much higher than them, which can be regarded as a relatively reliable job.
My energy is exhausted. I have to go back and take it easy. I don’t plan to go to the border town for the time being. But since you call me senior, I will give you some pointers.
In fact, it's not that our team is not strong, it's just that our location is wrong. From now on, the route goes past Sand City. Sand City is now the political center of the clones. You can't imagine how strong the experts there are. An inconspicuous old man killed our entire team instantly. I luckily escaped that danger, hid for a while, got this car and gear, and decided to go back.
But you should have a chance. Being low-level has the advantage of being low-level and not eye-catching. Those high-level upgraders in Shacheng probably won't care about you. As long as you keep a low profile and make ends meet, you should be fine. Gong Yun said hesitantly.
Please also ask for guidance from seniors. The group immediately made a respectful request.
Of course you can. The biggest difference between you and us is that your purpose is to survive, while we want to make contributions and stand out. If you want to make a difference, you have to do something big to get noticed by the government, so I kicked the iron plate and fell. There is nothing to complain about if your skills are not as good as others.
But you are different. Don't be high-profile when you arrive in Shacheng. Don't think you are great, and don't look down on clones. When you get there, you can form your own team, or you can find a team of clones to join. No matter what, it's better than sitting idle, right?
I'm not telling you this out of hand, I just feel unbalanced and want to vent. All five of my buddies died, and I was the only one left. These days I have been hiding in Shacheng and I have understood clearly. I don’t blame Shacheng for the death of my brother. After all, it was us who took the initiative to provoke him first. In addition, this is what our ascendants do. It can’t be said that we can only kill and not be killed, right? If you are killed, you can only blame yourself for not being as skilled as others and not seeing the actual situation clearly.
The reason why I asked you to stay in Shacheng is to say something out loud. There are such powerful masters in Shacheng. How could the association and the government not know about it at all? They came to us only after they failed in the fight against the clones. They must know the situation in Shacheng, but they didn't tell us and asked us to cast moths into fire? Not willing to give in.
Senior, please drink some wine to relieve your anger. Su Han picked up a glass of wine and handed it to Gong Yun for advice.
Gong Yun drank it all in one gulp. Sighed.
What level are the masters in Shacheng? Even your seniors were wiped out? the woman asked in horror.
Gong Yun smiled bitterly and shook his head. Speaking of the old man's level as an upgrader in Shacheng? I can only say that it is unfathomable. There are five of us at level 7, and four of them were killed with one slap. This is also the reason why I don’t hate Shacheng. The difference is too big to hate.
But you two will be lucky if you go. Gong Yun looked at the other woman.
