On the road two kilometers outside Outpost Town, the tires set off billowing dust.
Five armored vehicles in the front and back cleared the way. The desert-colored front armor surface was painted with the shape of a skull. Sandwiched between the two armored vehicles, the rusty truck carried a group of lifeless men and women. Their hands and feet were tied by hemp ropes and strung together with a thumb-thick chain.
Standing behind them was a group of men with rifles on their shoulders. From the strange tattoos and vulgar words and deeds, it could be seen that these people were not good people.
"None of you compete with me. I caught this chick. I'm going to teach her slowly. When I'm done, I'll switch with you."
"Sh * t, what are you talking about? When you're tired, we can help you loosen the soil. "
"Fu * k, who are you talking about?"
"Hahahaha, you can go one in the back and one in the front. Let's see who's three minutes." Seeing that the two were about to fight, the raider with dozens of braids standing next to them made a wretched gesture of pushing a cart. "I can be your referee."
Listening to the presumptuous laughter of these men, Katrina, who was wearing a fallout shelter uniform, shrank in the corner of the truck. Her face was full of fear and helplessness.
Before the door of the fallout shelter was opened, they were fully prepared to face the world baptized by nuclear weapons. Including how to rescue their compatriots in California, how to face the radiation dust, how to carry out post-disaster reconstruction above the fallout shelter, how to spread the fire of civilization throughout the land of California, and revive the civilization that once flourished in this land …
However, everything had exceeded their expectations from the very beginning.
They just opened the door and saved a group of poor starving people, but they didn't expect that after these starving people sneaked into the fallout shelter, they turned into vicious bandits and aimed their guns at the people who intended to help them.
Katrina closed her eyes in pain, and tears of despair appeared in the corner of her eyes.
From the moment she was abducted onto the truck, from the moment she saw the way those men looked at her, she could already imagine her future. If her hands and feet weren't tied by hemp rope, she really wanted to jump off the truck, plunge into the back of the wheel, and say goodbye to this despairing world.
God …
What is going on with this world?
Sitting in the armored vehicle at the front of the convoy, Black Skull had a cigar in his mouth, and the curve of his mouth was quite comfortable.
This cigar was looted from the office of the fallout shelter director. Looking at the brand and origin, it was a high-grade product imported from Cuba. He didn't even dare to think about this kind of high-end stuff before the nuclear war, but he didn't expect to have the opportunity to taste it after the war.
In general, this time could be described as a bumper harvest.
He did not expect that he would receive a broadcast from a fallout shelter that had just opened when he wandered around the northern part of California. As a veteran Marauder, of course, he would not let go of such a good opportunity. He immediately brought his men to the door. First, he sent a few people to pretend to be refugees and sneak into the fallout shelter, pretending to deceive the sympathy of these saints. Then, while the guards were not paying attention, he threw the thermite on the engine of the fallout shelter. Basically, the people in the fallout shelter became lambs waiting to be slaughtered.
Not only was there a box of cigars in his pocket, but there was also a truck full of supplies and nearly a thousand slaves. They were the spoils of war he had plundered from the shelter.
With more than a thousand slaves, it shouldn't be a problem to complete the project left by NAC by the end of October.
Soon, the convoy arrived outside the fortress of Outpost Town.
Standing on top of the main gate of the fortress, Rodney with a Mohawk haircut had been waiting there for a long time. When he saw Black Skull sitting behind the armored vehicle, he immediately turned around and shouted at the people behind him.
"Open the gate!"
The steel front door slowly opened, and Black Skull reached out and knocked twice on the top of the armored vehicle. The driver sitting inside immediately stepped on the accelerator, and the entire convoy began to move again.
As usual, the slave hunters returned with carts full of spoils of war.
However, for some reason, Black Skull frowned as he looked at the open door. He felt something was wrong.
It wasn't until the convoy drove halfway through the front door that he suddenly realized what was wrong.
Usually, every time he came back, Rodney should be standing at the door to greet him, and it was absolutely impossible for him to stand on top of the fortress. Moreover, these people brought back more than a dozen large trucks of slaves, but the minions in Outpost Town didn't move at all. This was too abnormal!
However, when he realized this, it was too late.
"Stop!"
Black Skull shouted at the convoy behind him and jumped down from the back of the armored vehicle. Before he could stand still, a deafening explosion came from under the armored vehicle behind him.
"Sh * t! Rodney! I'm going to skin you! " Luckily escaping the explosion, Black Skull, whose face was covered in blood, fiercely wiped the blood on his forehead, picked up his rifle, and rushed to the side of the armored vehicle. He fired at the opposite side while smashing the armor with the butt of the rifle. "Reverse! Damn it, reverse the car fast! Back out now! "
However, the convoy was already halfway in. How could they reverse out?
There was gunfire at the front gate of the fortress. Bullets flew half an inch above the trucks. The men and women captured by the raiders screamed and fell down. Many people were injured by the flying bullets. The raiders who tried to resist fell into pools of blood one after another. On the smoke-filled battlefield, the entire front gate was in chaos.
Katelyn buried her head between her arms as she listened to the sound of the heavy machine gun firing. Tied to the chains, they couldn't jump out of the truck to escape. They could only listen to the sound of bullets whizzing over their heads in horror and pray to God.
Explosions came one after another. The firepower of the people ambushing Black Skull was quite fierce. Under the greeting of the rocket launchers, the modified armored vehicles either exploded or broke down on the road. Only the four armored vehicles in the back barely escaped from the mercenaries' encirclement.
Seeing that the situation was hopeless, Black Skull wanted to escape among the defeated raiders. However, he had already stepped into the encirclement, so there was no way he could escape. At this time, after dealing with the raiders in the back, the mercenaries lying in ambush outside the fortress gathered in the direction of the front gate. They surrounded Black Skull and his elites like dumplings.
In an unwilling roar, the demon who had harmed California and Nevada for more than ten years was finally pressed to the ground by a group of strong mercenaries and put on handcuffs and electronic collars. Rodney looked guiltily at his boss who was pinned to the ground. He turned around and left the front door with a guilty look on his face.
After what seemed like a century, the gunfire stopped.
Like other slaves, Katrina slowly raised her head from her clamped arms and looked out of the truck. A group of mercenaries jumped into the truck and cut the hemp ropes on their hands with daggers. At this moment, she made eye contact with several soldiers in power armor.
"Congratulations, you're very lucky to have run into us after encountering the aliens. You managed to escape with your lives."
Jiang Chen walked to the front of the convoy and looked at the truck lying crookedly on the road. He turned on the loudspeaker and said, "I can see that you are residents of the fallout shelter. On behalf of NAC, I welcome you. Since you have paid the price for your boring kindness, I don't want to say anything more to you. From now on, you have half an hour to rest. If you are rested, come to the door to gather. Someone will tell you what happened in this world and how you will survive on this wasteland. "
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