The Villain Knight Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

——This idiot will definitely not survive more than two days.

If people living in this world, especially the wandering tribes who are running around to make a living, saw this, they would definitely make such an evaluation of Lin Qiao.

After all, in such a harsh environment, not carrying any supplies is basically the same as seeking death.

The scorching sun overhead is enough to be fatal. It won't take long for a person to get heatstroke, and then the body will be completely dried into jerky before it rots.

And to be fair, vehicles like motorcycles are not actually suitable for long-distance travel in the desert.

Firstly, due to its small size, there is naturally not much space for carrying supplies, and the supplies it can carry are limited. If it cannot get out of the desert before they are used up, it is best to pray to God for a good rebirth in the next life.

The second is the driving experience. There is no enclosed environment like in a car. If you take a deep breath, you will inhale a mouthful of sand. If you drive faster, the sand will scratch your skin and hurt. More importantly, in the hot environment of the desert, it is really uncomfortable without air conditioning.

....However, all of the above are ineffective against Lin Qiao.

His body was not covered in dust and dirt from the sandstorm along the way. Instead, he looked no different from before.

The shielding field that protects the body acts like a protective shield, effectively blocking wind, sand and ultraviolet rays... although the latter is not needed.

The life-forbidden zone for humans is completely unobstructed for him.

However, apart from the harsh natural environment, cars are much more reliable than motorcycles when facing certain crisis situations.

At least the former can be greatly strengthened with a little modification, thus ensuring one's life and property to a certain extent.

In this barren and vibrant land, you can go out and enjoy the scenery without worrying about encountering hungry beasts.

After all, with the deterioration of the natural environment and the outbreak of various wars, it is a rare thing to encounter wild, living carnivores.

Therefore, the most dangerous people are actually humans!

Especially in this world, there is no shortage of people who are willing to take risks, namely the Luan Dao Society.

They are made up of various tribes of wanderers, bandits, criminals and outcasts.

Strictly speaking, "Ran Dao Kai" is not an organization, but a nickname for a type of people.

They are like mobile gangs, only gathering in groups of three or five to fight on their own. Even if they are members of the same Luan Dao Society, they will kill each other if they meet.

By the way, because most people cannot tell the difference between the Luandao Gang and vagrants, and the government deliberately stigmatizes vagrants, the vagrants are innocently caught in the crossfire and successfully dragged into the water by the Luandao Gang, and their reputation in the eyes of ordinary people has plummeted.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, traces on the ground attracted Lin Qiao's attention.

Although the high-speed moving motorcycle only kept the image in his field of vision for less than a few seconds, it was enough.

Lin Qiao could see the mark clearly; it was left by the tire slipping on the road.

The broken road signs and the remains of abandoned bus shelters are not very conspicuous in the desert full of yellow sand.

Further away, an off-road vehicle with a wild style but severely deformed body overturned after running far off the road.

The flames burned the paint on the outside of the skull black.

There were a dozen bullet holes near the driver's door, and it looked like someone had deliberately shot at the driver.

The horrific marks made it difficult to tell whether the driver and the passengers in the car died from the impact or from the fire.

However, what is certain is that the accident must have happened not long ago, as can be seen from the raging flames burning in the car.

This is a chase.

And the chase definitely doesn't stop here.

Lin Qiao was very sure of this.

The bullet holes and blood on the road stretched far away.

"Robbery?"

Lin Qiao speculated.

I just don’t know who the party that was robbed is...I hope it’s the company.

After turning a corner, a bus emitting black smoke stopped on the side of the road. There were dense bullet holes on it, indicating that at least three or four hundred bullets had been fired at it.

More than twenty gunmen surrounded the bus, and around it were several off-road vehicles with similar paint styles to the one that overturned on the ground before.

Chapter 289 This Fucking World

"..... Haven't Winter and the others contacted you yet?"

Around the bus, a big guy who was two times bigger than the others leaned against the bus and asked impatiently.

"Not yet, but I guess we can't get in touch. Just now when I turned the corner, I thought I saw their car on fire."

"Damn, bad luck!"

The big guy spat, and at that moment, several gunshots were heard from the bus, and several survivors in the car died.

"And you guys, are you done yet? Have you found that lousy reporter?"

"We found the boss, but only half of his face was left..."

"It's all right if you find him! Hurry up and bring him down to load the trunk. Damn it, I'm going to ask that company bastard for compensation this time!"

Two members of the Randao Society in the bus threw a corpse out of the bus window. Just as mentioned before, only half of the corpse's face was left.

To be honest, they didn't know this unlucky guy, nor did they know anyone in the car.

All this was done simply because the other party offended someone who shouldn't have been offended - that is, someone in the company.

Of course, as the Randao Society, they don’t care about the right and wrongs in this matter.

They don't think it's strange if they do something shameful, as long as they are willing to pay...

But who would have thought that a reporter would actually carry a weapon with him, and his marksmanship is so damn good! ?

I originally thought it was just a business of giving away money, but I didn't expect that it would result in the loss of a whole carload of people!

Although there are fewer people left, each of them will get more money, but it is still difficult to get things done without manpower... and that car is worth a lot of money!

What’s more important is that the company dog ​​may not necessarily accept their request for price increase.

Fuck! The more I think about it, the angrier I get!

boom!boom!

He picked up the shotgun called Crusher and fired several shots at the corpse with only half of its face left, completely breaking its limbs.

The splattered flesh added a bit of blood to the road, and also made him feel a bit better. He spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the remaining half of the young reporter's face.

"By the way, if we remove the prosthetic bodies of those people, we should be able to sell them for some money, right?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe the money from the demolition alone will be more than the selling price. After all, the goods these people use are not high-end."

Most of those who can make this kind of driverless bus are not rich people. Even if they are equipped with prosthetics, they are basically cheap stuff, or even counterfeit goods.

It is troublesome to dismantle and sells for very little.

"And the signal jamming will wear off in a little while, and the car will start moving again."

The person who said this is a cyber hacker... Of course, to be honest, he is just a half-baked criminal, otherwise he would not have joined such a team.

With his ability, he could only temporarily stop the unmanned bus they attacked for a while.

"If that's the case, forget it. Before the body gets smelly, quickly hand it over to that company dog..."

"Boss, look!"

"Ok?"

Looking in the direction pointed by my younger brother, a black motorcycle was coming from the other end of the road...

Is that man a fool?

After using the implanted artificial eye to see who was coming, the first thought that came to his mind was that if he was crossing the desert without any preparation, he might as well find a quick death.

Then take another look... Wow, the clothes he's wearing are still in the style of half a century ago.

but--

"This motorcycle is not bad..." Although he didn't recognize the specific model at first, his previous experience in the wanderer tribe made him very sensitive to things like vehicles.

And if it's a custom-made piece for a rich person, then you can make a lot of money this time.

He gestured to the men next to him, and the other two looked at each other and shrugged.

He took a step forward and raised the gun in his hand, intending to wait for the man to get within a certain distance and then fire a burst of bullets at him.

Then......

Boom!Boom!

The next second, the two of them almost pretended to fall asleep, with their heads lying on the ground.

In the middle of their faces, a bullet hole as thick as two fingers was emitting burnt smoke. The high temperature instantly carbonized the flesh to prevent bleeding, and the ground on the other side could be seen through it.

And this is just the beginning.

Before they could react, two more people were shot and fell.

"Damn it! How dare you kill my people!?"

Seeing their people being called out one after another, the remaining members of the Luan Dao Society no longer remained silent. The guns in their hands continued to spit out flames at the rapidly approaching figure on the motorcycle.

Da da da da da da!

Amid the continuous gunfire, bullets kept flying towards Lin Qiao... and were then all blocked by the blocking field outside.

Judging from the final results, the weapons in their hands are actually not much different from water guns - they just have a slightly longer range and are a little noisier.

Lin Qiao held the smoke rifle in one hand and pulled the trigger casually. The slight bumps in the road did not affect his shooting accuracy.

Although the smoke rifle made much less noise than the crackling sound from the opposite side, the effect was completely the opposite.

Members of the Luan Dao Society kept falling down. In the time it took Lin Qiao to rush over on his motorcycle, only the last few members of the Luan Dao Society were left, hiding behind cover and not daring to show their heads.

Signaling to the others to cease fire, the big guy tightened his grip on the Crusher as he heard the sound of a motorcycle engine getting closer.

"go to hell!"

Just as the motorcycle approached, he suddenly rushed out from behind the cover and fired wildly with the shotgun in his hand.

however--

The black motorcycle brushed past him like a blade, and the bright yellow blade at the front of the smoke rifle quickly cut across his body.

Click!

The powerful kinetic shotgun in his hand was broken into two and fell to the ground... and he himself was also cut in half.

The expensive subcutaneous armor was of no use at all, and his upper body slid into a pool of blood.

The screams from their boss made the last few people feel their scalps tingling.

But then the destructive light bullet fired from the muzzle completely ended their lives.

"Wait, wait! Don't kill.....Ugh!"

Cold sweat instantly flowed down the forehead of the remaining cyber hacker.

But before he could beg for mercy, Lin Qiao threw a ball of genetic factors at him.

"So that's what happened."

After reading his memory and controlling his body to shoot himself in the head, Lin Qiao got off the motorcycle.

He looked at the half-faced reporter whose limbs were broken and put into a large handbag in the trunk of the car and sighed.

All in all, it's a somewhat clichéd script.

A young reporter who had just entered the industry went crazy. Instead of digging up gossip about celebrities, he was cynical and wanted to cause trouble for the company, and he even found some dirt on a middle-level manager.

However, just when he was about to travel through mountains and rivers to find evidence, his whereabouts were betrayed by his boss and he was eventually silenced.

As for the people on the bus, they were just innocent victims because the company dog ​​asked them to do things more cleanly.

Shaking his head, a blue light flashed in Lin Qiao's eyes, and a snow-blue flash emanated from the fingers of his right hand.

Then, the flesh and blood on the ground suddenly caught fire, and even the implants in their bodies melted completely - if anyone wanted to investigate something from their implants, it would be impossible.