"this……
Boss, you never told us. "
"my question."
The middle-aged man sighed, then regretted:
"I forgot that you are not from Lone Star, and I subconsciously thought that you would know..."
There was silence in the carriage for a moment.
"What should I do with this buddy? We can't just kick him down now, can we?"
"What else can I do? I can save everything."
The middle-aged man replied:
"We are not morally bankrupt robbers. We can't just leave him here without value."
Then he looked at Yang Jie and continued:
"Boy, I know you have a lot of questions, but before that, answer me a few questions:
who are you? Why is it here? Have you ever seen a white male in a village wearing similar clothes to you? "
There were a lot of questions. Yang Jie lowered his head and pondered for a moment, sorted out his thoughts, and answered:
"My name is Yang Jie, and I am an engineer. Why did I appear here and be caught by desert locusts... To be honest, I don't know myself."
Yang Jie did not choose to tell anyone about his time travel.
On the one hand, he didn't know how to explain such nonsense to make them believe it. On the other hand, he was afraid that the identity of this "traveler" would bring him trouble.
After explaining his situation vaguely, Yang Jie quickly changed the subject:
"As for the other hostages you mentioned, I really didn't see them."
He was caught by a bunch of desert locusts just after he crossed over, and was almost eaten. After finally being rescued, there was chaos outside. He was so worried about whether he would be killed by a stray bullet that he had no time to care about anything else. ?
"Tsk"
Switchblade grinned, smacked his tongue, and guessed with a painful look on his face:
"Would Fermat have been eaten by those lunatics?"
"probably not."
Yang Jie shook his head, recalled the conversation between Jesseni and Avery just now, and expressed his speculation:
"It seems that they haven't eaten anyone for a long time. If the person you want to arrest defected recently, he probably didn't fall into their hands."
After listening, the middle-aged man nodded and concluded:
"Then there's something wrong with the intelligence."
At this time, Yang Jie finally had the opportunity to express his doubts:
"Who are you? Police?"
"Ha, brother, the cops from Old Port will not come all the way to fight the desert locusts."
When the police were mentioned, Switchblade's expression clearly showed disdain.
“Those black dogs raised by the company only bully the poor, but they can run away faster than anyone else when they encounter tough situations.
As for us, we are Team Akainu, the best wasteland walkers in Old Port!
Of course, you can also call us mercenaries, but I prefer the former title. "
"Switchblade is right, we are Wastelanders."
The middle-aged man pointed at himself:
"I am their leader. You can call me Akainu. As for the person next to me——"
Akainu said, pointing to the bear-like man in the driver's seat:
"This is Bear, our driver and machine gunner.
The guy next to you..."
"My name is Switchblade, you should already know that."
The young man took Akainu's words, untied Yang Jie's tied hands, and pouted at the girl on the other side:
"That machine...
Ahem, extremely beautiful young lady, Osprey, our sniper. "
Osprey glanced at Switchblade but said nothing.
Switchblade was obviously a familiar person. After introducing everyone in the Akainu team, he put his arm around Yang Jie's shoulders and apologized with a smile:
"I'm sorry, brother, there was a misunderstanding just now, and I might have been a little rude to you."
Yang Jie shook his head indifferently. In any case, if the switchblade hadn't been used, he might have been strangled to death by Jesseny. In comparison, that little misunderstanding was nothing.
I was still thinking about asking something else when a "boom" suddenly came from behind the vehicle.
Yang Jie was attracted by the explosion sound from behind the car. He turned his head and saw through the rear glass of the car that many Desert Locusts who had just been riding motorcycles and wanted to catch up fell down in the smoke.
"Hey, boss, this is a good little gift for you. It's a broadsword and a mine. It's enough for these bastards to drink from."
Switchblade whistled and watched the remaining gangsters emerge from the smoke and chase towards him. He couldn't help but smile and joke:
"These lunatics are quite persistent. They dare to catch up after so many people died."
Seeing that Yang Jie looked worried, Switchblade patted Yang Jie on the shoulder.
“Brother Anla, our off-road vehicle has strong power and plenty of fuel.
Their crappy motorcycles that can't even drive 70 miles a mile can't catch up with us. "
That's good.
Hearing this, Yang Jie breathed a sigh of relief, finally relieved of his worries, and then listened to the switchblade say:
"Unless there is something wrong with our car, but how is that possible? We just performed maintenance on the car last week..."
Before Switchblade finished speaking, the expressions of the other Wasteland Walkers suddenly changed. Akainu turned around and slammed the hat in his hand into Switchblade's face.
"Shut up switchblade!"
"boom!"
Before he finished speaking, a muffled sound suddenly came from the front cover of the off-road vehicle, and then a few wisps of black smoke rolled up through the gaps in the front cover, spiraling and disappearing into the air.
The off-road vehicle that lost power drove slower and slower. Behind the vehicle, more and more punk motorcycles appeared on the flat ground, and the desert locusts were already chasing them along the ruts.
The sound of the engine stopped, and several indicators on the dashboard suddenly flashed red. The subtle alarm sound stabbed everyone's heart like a sharp knife in the quiet car at this moment.
"Damn switchblade! You unconscious crow's mouth! Will it kill you if you don't speak!?"
Xiong cursed loudly, stretched out his right hand, roared and slapped the blue button next to the dashboard.
"laugh--"
Some kind of gas seemed to be released from the front cover. The glass of the four windows slowly fell down, and fierce airflow instantly poured into the car. The black smoke on the front cover squeezed out of the gap as if it was being pushed, and then disappeared.
Xiong then pressed a switch under the car key, and a humming sound much subtler than that of the engine suddenly sounded, and the car once again gained power and sped forward.
After doing this, Gou Xiong explained the current situation to everyone:
"There was a fire in the front cover for unknown reasons. I just used helium to briefly extinguish the fire. Now I switch to motor drive and continue driving forward."
"Ah--it scared me to death!"
Switchblade took a deep breath, patted his chest, and said happily:
"Fortunately, we installed a motor drive system before, otherwise we would have really failed this time!"
"You're too happy Switchblade, I haven't finished my words yet."
Gou Xiong held the steering wheel, frowning heavily, and his deep voice echoed in the car:
“When we installed this recycling system, it was just to save fuel, and the battery inside was very small.
Now I can only drive up to 60 mph, and I can’t lose sight of the people behind me! and--"
Gou Xiong said as he glanced at the remaining power on the dashboard, estimated it and continued:
“Twenty kilometers at most!
After twenty kilometers, the car still had to sit down! "
