After going down the mountain, the four people walked around again and found some car marks.
A Qiaomu looked at it for a while and judged, "It's an armed cricket."
"Good guy, he's actually an armed cricket. Is he a private worker?" Cassie exclaimed.
Chen Xing walked over and took a look. The texture of the tire was in the shape of fish scales, which was indeed unique to armed crickets.
The Armed Cricket is a mid-to-high-end all-terrain off-road vehicle produced by Hongtu Heavy Industry. It is known as the "wilderness sports car". It does not use traditional inflatable inner tubes or vacuum tires, but is filled with pigeon egg-shaped "dark rubber fiber bubbles" The super tire can not only meet the elastic needs of traditional tires, but is also extremely durable. However, due to problems with the internal mechanical structure, fish scale-like tire marks will be produced, which is very iconic.
The Armed Cricket is valuable, and being able to equip such a vehicle means that the mercenary group is quite powerful. What Cassie refers to as "private work" refers to people in the mercenary group working privately without the consent of their superiors. Those who can drive armed crickets are most likely to have a close relationship with the regiment leader. Chen Xing immediately made a judgment:
"withdraw"
They must leave as soon as possible, otherwise the mercenary group will come back to seek revenge, which is not something they can stop. The people present are all veterans, and they all understand without saying much. Return to the camp quickly and let the caravan travel through the night.
But by the afternoon of the next day, they were still caught up by the mercenary group. The traveling speed of the truck is far slower than that of the off-road vehicle, the body is heavy, and the tire marks are extremely clear.
"The Black Vulture Group is doing business. The vehicle in front of you must stop immediately. Otherwise, we will kill you without mercy. The Black Vulture Group is doing business. The vehicle in front of you must stop immediately. Otherwise,"
A warning sound came from the public shortwave radio communication channel. Turning around, I saw dust billowing in the distance, as if a large number of vehicles were chasing me. Chen Xing assembled the sniper rifle and was about to lie down and take aim, but at this moment, the fat leader's urgent voice came from the intercom: "Stop the car, don't shoot, don't resist."
There are only five mercenaries in the merchant group. One of them died before, but now there are only four left. There is no chance of winning. The fat man leader chose to surrender. According to the rules, as long as the caravan surrenders, except for the money and goods being looted, people can survive.
As far as the goods are concerned, they are all junk recovered from Fringe Town and are going to be sent to the scrap recycling factory. They are not worth much. He doesn’t have much cash. As for the money in his account, a refugee without a black watch cannot transfer it. How can a citizen with a black watch dare to easily leave a transaction record?
Looking at the slowly stopping motorcade, Chen Xing frowned and hesitated for a few seconds. He picked up the sniper rifle, jumped out of the truck, pulled the fat leader out of the only jeep in the caravan, and climbed into the car.
The fat leader felt a little unreasonable, but said nothing and allowed Chen Xing to get in the car.
"Brother, take me with you." When Cassie saw it, he ran over and jumped into the passenger seat.
Chen Xing turned to look at Aqiaomu and the white mercenary not far away. Both of them seemed a little hesitant, as if they didn't want to leave alone.
In just a few seconds, the Black Eagle Regiment's vehicle appeared in sight. Chen Xing couldn't wait any longer. He stepped on the accelerator, turned the car around, and rushed to the side. Not to mention the valuable collectibles he had on him, he was the one who killed the two gunmen. Others might be able to save their lives by surrendering, but he certainly could not. And more importantly, he has no habit of leaving his fate in the hands of others. It's impossible for him to sit still and wait for death.
After driving a few hundred meters, several dune vehicles from the Black Eagle Regiment chased after them, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air.
"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh"
The bullet passed by. Chen Xing glanced at Cassie and jumped into the back seat. Cassie immediately climbed into the driver's seat and took over the wheel.
Chen Xing quickly poured in spiritual energy, and the bullets in the magazine began to stir. This 4 has been modified by Aaliyah and has a flame effect, which is excellent against machines.
"Da da da"
A shuttle of orange-red bullets swept out, and the dune vehicle chasing at the front made a "boom" and flames rushed out. Then the front of the car tilted and rolled.
"Wow," Cassie exclaimed, "Qin, you are really amazing." He slapped the steering wheel vigorously, extremely excited, "I love you to death."
"Shut up," Chen Xing said in a deep voice, "if you don't want your butt to blossom."
"r Qin, I am your only teammate, the only one" Cassie yelled.
While the two were talking, another dune buggy caught fire, and the screams were mixed with the howling wind.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Xing felt a pain in his scalp and ducked downwards.
"Dang Dang Dang"
As soon as his head retracted, sparks flew from the rear of the car, and the sound of breaking through the air passed above his head. At the same time, the blue light on the back of Cassie's head shook and she hit the steering wheel.
"I've been shot, I've been shot"
Cassie yelled in panic as the Jeep swerved around like it was drunk. Chen Xing was rolling around in the back seat, miserable.
"I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding," Cassie touched the back of her head and muttered to herself as she looked at the blood on her hands.
Chen Xing couldn't bear it anymore and yelled, "Drive better, or I'll blow your head off."
"Dang Dang Dang"
As soon as he finished speaking, a round of bullets came from the side and hit the car door with a clanking sound.
"It's okay, it's okay." Cassie gradually woke up, grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, and stabilized the car. But at this time, two dune buggies were already outflanking them, shooting at them.
Seeing Cassie's body flashing with blue light several times and the shield gradually dissipating, Chen Xing gritted his teeth and yelled: "Crash over"
"Which way" Cassie asked loudly.
"Whatever." As soon as Chen Xing finished speaking, Cassie suddenly turned the steering wheel, causing the jeep to hit the dune buggy on the side diagonally.
"Clang"
With a loud bang, the two cars came together. Chen Xing flew over and thrust his knife into the chest of the shooter in the back seat. The shooter's eyes widened and he fell out of the car. Chen Xing picked up the opponent's assault rifle and hit the driver on the back of the head with the butt. The driver hit the steering wheel, blood splattered everywhere, and he fainted.
The vehicle lost control, and Chen Xing jumped out first, rolling on the ground more than a dozen times. When I got up, I felt dizzy and my vision was blurred.
In the blink of an eye, the two cars in front collided. Cassie pulled out a knife and stabbed a shooter to death. At about the same time, the driver pulled out his pistol and shot Cassie in the shoulder. Cassie leaned back and fell out of the car.
"Nigger," the driver yelled, and just as he was about to take another shot, his head exploded with blood without warning.
Cassie's eyes widened as plasma sprayed in his face. Turning around to look, Chen Xing was holding a silver pistol in both hands, his head and face covered in blood.
"Let's go quickly." Chen Xing limped over and Cassie shook his head, climbed into the jeep, and fled quickly.
