Warwick the Godfather of Terra

Texas picked up the fallen Pocky and threw it into the trash can next to Archangel, then stepped on the accelerator.

"Boom boom boom!!!!"

Longmen’s latest hybrid engine roared violently, and two dazzling tongues of fire spewed out from behind the truck, plowing the ground.

"Oh hoo!"

The angel who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos cheered.

"Long live the Penguin Empire!"

Her favorite is the chase scene!

Super exciting!

Chapter 2: Angel, please shoot!

"Boom boom boom!"

The specially made Originium locomotive roared. The Sarkaz Hunters were an organization of few numbers that could still be active in the wasteland.

After all, the Sarkaz have the best adaptability to Originium, so their chances of surviving in the wasteland are much higher than other races.

"Damn, how come this truck is so fast!"

A burly Ursus man wearing a mask spoke in a muffled voice from under the vent.

Well, although they are called Sarkaz Hunters, they are not entirely made up of Sarkaz.

Just like the Japanese pirates included the Ming Dynasty's pirates and the refugees who were dragged away.

Many infected people who cannot survive, especially in those city-states where the persecution of the infected is more severe, will also walk out of the wasteland. If they are lucky, they will be accepted by a Sarkaz hunting group and become new bandits in this wasteland.

But almost all Terrans are still accustomed to calling them Sarkaz Hunters.

After all, the bad things the Sarkaz had done made everyone persecute them without any psychological pressure at all.

“Their trucks have been modified.”

The leader of the Sarkaz hunting group is a burly man, and the greatsword on his back shows that his Originium skills should be melee type.

Looking at the truck that left them behind, greed appeared in the captain's eyes.

If this truck is intercepted by them, as long as the damage in the upcoming battle is not too serious, it can be sold anywhere for a profit.

Enough for them to live for a long time.

If we buy black bread instead, it will at least be enough for the hunting group to not have to go out for two months, and everyone will also have a source of painkillers.

Sarkaz hunters are different from ordinary bandits.

They don't live for pleasure.

They just want to live.

The pain brought by Ore Disease is most obvious in the Sarkaz. The Originium grants them powerful strength, but also deprives them of their vitality.

If they don't take large amounts of painkillers, it will be difficult for their bodies to support them in fighting.

However, most painkillers are highly addictive.

The stronger the painkiller, the more addictive it is. Long-term use will lead to drug addiction.

The hunters come out so that they can buy a lot of painkillers after looting, so that they can be guaranteed to survive the severe pain and not bite off their tongues due to the pain.

As for the treatment drugs, don't joke, you can't afford them by just robbing a few times.

A few years ago, there was a newly opened pharmaceutical company called Mule Island or Radish Island. The therapeutic drugs they developed were very effective and very cheap, even the cheapest in the whole of Terra.

You can buy a bottle of inhibitor for about 1,300 Longmen coins.

But the painkillers that can also relieve the body from pain cost 500 Longmen coins for three bottles.

They can't afford the choice.

"Hook lock!"

Looking at the truck that was about to leave his group of people's motorcycle behind, Captain Sarkaz's eyes flashed with a hint of ruthlessness.

Leading by example pushed the button.

"sieve!"

With a slight sound of a mechanism, a flying hook with a steel cable hanging from it suddenly shot out from the front of the locomotive and grabbed the back of the truck.

All the hunting groups followed suit and pressed buttons to shoot out their grappling hooks.

In an instant, more than a dozen hooks were placed on the back of the truck.

"not good."

Texas, who was driving with the reverse wheel in his hand, frowned. He could see from the rearview mirror and the camera behind the car that these masked Sarkaz hunters had already put the hook on the truck.

And, be prepared to continue following your truck forward until your truck runs out of fuel, that's when they catch up.

"Archangel, prepare to fight."

Sighing, Texas began to prepare to find a place to drift.

"On, yeah!"

The red-haired Sakota showed his healthy white teeth, took out his own guardian gun from under the seat beside him, and hung the etched magazine.

"Oh, really, can't we just deliver the goods properly?"

Croissant in the back seat reached out from the side of his seat and took out his own shield's magnetic hammer.

Their weapons were within easy reach.

"Ready."

Looking at the sand dunes ahead on the topographic map, Texas coldly picked up the long sword with an orange-red blade behind the seat, leaned it against his legs, and took a deep breath.

One.

two.

"three!"

Looking at the sand dunes that were right in front of him, Texas gritted his teeth and turned the steering wheel hard!

Suddenly, this truck, which was dozens of times bulkier than the motorcycle behind it, showed an agility that should not belong to it. It spun in front of the nearby sand dunes, like a peacock spreading its tail, and threw away all the Sakas mercenaries behind it!

Then, it fell heavily on the sand dune!

"Oh!"

Plumes of yellow smoke scattered, and this swing immediately shook off at least an ordinary Sarkaz hunter.

It's a real throw away.

Their motorcycles were in pieces, and the people were stuffed deep inside the sand dunes, unable to get out.

Of course, not all people were trapped in the sand dunes. Some experienced Sarkaz infected people quickly let go of the ropes and turned around after seeing the sand dunes.

Only the new rookies will be thrown out and smashed into beef balls.

"get off."

Pulling the brake, Texas let out a light cry.

The three people in the car kicked the door in unison and rolled out of the car.

After landing, Croissant immediately put up his shield.

"Hum, hum, hum"

There were waves of crisp sounds, and Croissant let out a sigh of relief as he felt the impact coming from Shield Mountain.

There are no heavy crossbows or large firearms.

Croissant suddenly shouted.

"Angel, please cum!"

At this time, Archangel Exia rolled behind Croissant like a rolling gourd, and raised his gun on the shield.

"Let's rock some rock."

Peeking out from the side, the red angel looked at the hunter who was already driving a motorcycle and sweeping over. The wings of light behind him suddenly spread out.

"Chug tug tug"

A barrage of bullets that was not inferior to, and even surpassed, the firepower of the opposing team suddenly spurted out from the gun.

Reload, fire, reload, fire.

The magazines on his body were constantly consumed. In just a few tens of seconds, Archangel had emptied four or five magazines.

Dense rain of bullets poured over, and some of the unlucky ones were shot into sieves immediately.

In an instant, only the leader of the hunting group was left, crouching on the motorcycle with a stern face, and continued to rush forward with the unfolded shield.

The distance between the two sides was not far, and they were about to rush to the shield.

However, before the Sarkaz leader could draw his sword, he suddenly felt a sinking sensation behind his butt!

Then my neck felt cold.

Scarlet liquid gushed out.

The elusive black wolf appeared out of nowhere and rolled behind him, the long sword in its hand oozing with bright red blood.

After kicking the body of the Sarkaz leader off the motorcycle, Texas made a tailspin with the motorcycle and stopped in front of Croissant's shield.

"Successfully resolved."

Looking at the corpses lying on the ground, Archangel shook his numb hands holding the gun and let out a long sigh.

"Why are there so many Ursus among the recent hunters?"

Looking at the bear ears among the corpses, Croissant frowned.

Texas wiped the blood off the blade and found it a little strange to hear that.

I always feel like something is going to happen.

What will it be?

Chapter 3 Today is Crazy Thursday v I...

This was not the first hunting group the three of them had encountered in the wilderness. The three girls drove out by themselves and encountered many people with ulterior motives along the way.

However, the closer we drove to Longmen, the more Ursus members we encountered among the hunting groups.

Moreover, judging from their unfamiliar methods, this group of people are definitely new members.

You count it, at the beginning of Texas Drift, those photos nailed to the wall were almost all of Ursus people.

Those who were later beaten into sieves by the Archangel were mostly Sarkaz.

"How is this going?"

Croissant also felt a little strange as he removed the steel cable hook locks on the back of the truck one by one.

"Has Ursus's persecution of the infected reached this point? So many infected people are just trying to make a living?"

The Archangel was riding on Croissant's head and heard the question from the croissant between his legs. He answered while picking off a few claws on top.

"Oh, Ursus, it's not strange at all. During this period, the guards outside have stopped many infected people from Ursus every day."

"Hey! Croissant, stop shaking! Hey, hey, hey, I'm going to fall!"

Croissant turned over.

The Archangel landed lightly.

"Aren't you going to fall?"

After taking a glance at the scumbag angel who was pinching and rubbing his neck as if it was tickling his butt, Croissant threw the steel cable and grappling hook aside and climbed onto the car.

"You stingy guy, at worst I can go back and let you ride on me."

Exia curled her lips, followed Croissant back to the truck, got in, and leaned on the passenger seat in a daze.