I give the world destruction and new life

Chapter 710 Raiders

The howling wind pierced through the light clothes of the saint in an instant, and came from all directions, trying to knock the warrior down. Countless absent sands surrounded this man who dared to challenge Tianwei, like bullets. Tried to knock him down.

But compared to what the saint has experienced, all this is still gentle, and God still cares for him, and there is no stronger storm at this time. Once the wind level exceeds sixteen, it is beyond his control .

Because the wind force exceeds that level, the saint can no longer rely on the control of his muscles to counteract the force from the strong wind, and he will be directly thrown away because of his weight.

But where is that sniper?
Although Saint is not a professional sniper like Shadow, he has been an assistant to Shadow for a while. If those super-standard snipers are not considered, he is already considered a top sniper in the ranks of 'mediocre'.

He can calculate ballistics. Although he is not good at mathematics, he is always very talented and full of passion in killing skills. But how to calculate the ballistics under the influence of a category [-] hurricane?According to common sense, thermal weapons should not be used in such climatic conditions!

So the saint just calculated the possible directions as much as possible, and judged that the shooting distance was not more than 100 meters away from himself, or a little closer.
The saint lay prone on the sand, holding his breath, keeping himself from being affected by the big storm as much as possible, and raised his head slightly to look around. Even now he doesn't understand who is going to attack him. surface.

Besides the inhabitants of the Vault, what else could survive that level of devastation?
Mikkelsen either doesn’t do it or does it absolutely. He just doesn’t have the ability to peel off the earth’s surface like peeling an apple. Otherwise, he will definitely dig three feet to ensure that no grass will be left. It should not have been in any extra living thing let alone be able to shoot.

Thinking of this, the saint even had the feeling of watching a horror movie, but in the next second, five meters away, a small bump suddenly appeared on the sand and started to move, as if there was a large groundhog underneath Just keep digging.

The saint started to move towards the protrusion with all four limbs together like a spider, almost no slower than the opponent in terms of speed, and greatly reduced the vibration to the sand itself.

He's a great imitator, and now he's mimicking the way the sand spider hunts, and whatever's under the sand is now prey.

The thing under the sand layer stopped after moving less than 20 meters. The saint didn't know whether the other party was taking a short rest or was planning to leave from a deeper layer. He didn't dare to bet, even if it was just for curiosity, he would never Let go of this goal.

So the Saint took the risk to circle around and quietly approached the little sandbag from another direction.

Then, he saw a gun barrel wrapped in a lot of tattered plastic cloth emerge from the sand, moved it left and right, aimed at their armored bus again, and then just stayed there.

At this time, curiosity had overwhelmed the saint for the saint. He moved his limbs more carefully, and approached less than one meter away from the barrel of the gun. However, as if sensing the saint's existence, the gun The pipe swished back into the ground!

But how could the saints let it slip away like this!

He directly grabbed the barrel of the gun and yanked it up, but what he pulled out was just an old sniper rifle of unknown model. Obviously, the owner of the gun let go the moment he felt the external force.

The saint directly inserted the other arm deeply into the sand. When passing through the gap in the sand, he felt as if he was holding something cold, but the thing was slippery and he missed it. Instantly lost track of the opponent.

This time, there were no such bumps floating on the desert surface, and Saint returned to the armored bus alone with this gun in his hand.

The consequence of not wearing protective clothing is that he has to just accept radiation mitigation, but the saint asked Sol to take out an airtight container in advance and put the gun in it. Slippery things, maybe we can get some clues through laboratory tests after we go back.

When the saint returned to the car with red skin, the youngest Gu Ren had been forcibly thrown into the safety cabin at the rear of the car. area of ​​refuge.

Even after going through the radiation elimination process, the saints still carry residual radiation. Others can resist it by drinking a large amount of radiation elimination, but Gu Ren can't. He is too young to use those medicines.

"So, there's a psychotic gunman out there ambushing us?" Brian looked at the sealed barrel with the gun in awe, feeling like he was listening to a sci-fi horror story, kind of like that—when the last man in the world When a person is about to end his life, there is a knock on the door, who is it?
"I'm not sure if it's a human being." The saint frowned, recalling the feeling he had glimpsed at that time, and slowly shook his head. He didn't have any clues. He only knew that after he went back, Dr. Wu Qianying would probably be killed by this matter. Wake up from sleep state.
Yes, when we go back. Fuck, he hasn't paid off his tires yet!

The suffering saints had to put on neat protective clothing again, and then went outside silently to change the tires for the second time. They also brought all kinds of spare parts with them. The problem, the only thing that can defeat them is the big storm itself.

Finally, after spending a day and a night on the surface, the old but reliable bus caught fire again and headed towards the shelter.

Only this time, the small raised sandbag on the desert watch appeared again, and followed them for a while, watching them disappear into the distance indifferently with a pair of pale yellow eyes.

But Sol, who was inside the observation sphere, couldn't detect this small change at all, and the particles permeating in the big storm dispelled all the possibility of trying to see from a distance.

As the bus slowly returned along the route it had traveled, they saw Martin outside the shelter.

Martin Sanye is like a sculpture. He just stood in the big storm and looked at the bus in the distance before he breathed a sigh of relief. His weight, strength, and physique all determined that he was in this period. People who are most suitable for operations on the surface are slow to react.

"Thank God, you're finally back." Martin said slowly, and then reached out and patted the back of the bus, causing the car to jump forward twice out of thin air: "Miwako is going crazy."

(End of this chapter)