Rise From Doomsday Chapter 175: , Sand Pirates
While speaking, two heavy trucks roared in and two people jumped out of the car. The person on the left is tall. Of course, this tall refers to the comparison with ordinary people, if it is to be compared with elephants. If it were, it would be a child with a hideous face, and the exposed skin is all traces of fire burned, like twisted earthworms, tender and old meat intertwined, looking terrifying, only a pair of eyes bright as Huang Yueyue only glanced at the electricity, then closed her eyes, her pretty face turned pale.
The man on the right is of medium build, average-looking, and wearing a pair of glasses. He looks gentle and gentle. He ran over with joy when he saw Liu Wei'an.
"Boss."
"Tank, Allais." Liu Wei'an laughed. Whether it was Allais or the tank, the spirits of the two were completely different from when they left. The two of them can no longer see the low, fearful, and inferior aura peculiar to slaves, and the surging self-confidence is more obvious than many people in the city.
After the battle of life and death, the tank is full of calmness in every move. Allais, now known as the Immortal Xiaoqiang, is still shy, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a faint **** breath on his body.
The two went to open up the market for Times Square. Of course, opening up the market is a better way of saying that, in fact, it is to eliminate enemies and eliminate dissidents. There is no reason to say in the slave area. It is only natural for a powerful force to eliminate the weaker force. After Times Square becomes strong, it is bound to embark on this road of conquest.
Elephants, Allais, and Tanks, the three sharp knives known as Times Square, expand outward in three directions. Nowadays, if you draw a circle with Times Square as the center, all areas within five hundred kilometers in diameter are It belongs to Times Square. As for why it did not continue to expand, it is not because of resistance, but because of Times Square itself.
It's easy to hit the ground, but it's hard to defend it. The rise of Times Square is too short, lack of background, too few talents, and too big a site to defend. Rather than make others cheaper after it is defeated, it is better to completely consolidate the occupied site. The general policy is this, but if there are more powerful forces around, they still have to be killed. Tanks and Allais have basically done these things recently.
As they were introducing each other, the phone of the tank rang suddenly. Less than two seconds later, the phone of the elephant and Alai also rang. When the three heard it, their expressions changed immediately. The tank was okay, and their faces After a little change, it returned to normal. There was a murderous look in Allai's eyes, and the elephant jumped up and shouted: "These bastards, see if I will tear you up."
Liu Wei'an looked at the tank, and the tank only said two words: "Sand Pirates."
"Yueyue, it's getting dark, let's go back first. The slave area is no better than the city. The night here is very cold. If you catch a cold, it is a very troublesome thing." Liu Wei'an said to Huang Yueyue.
"Okay." Huang Yueyue is not a blank person. Zhao Hanqing was even more direct, turning around directly.
After sending the two women to Times Square, three teams led by elephants, tanks and Allais rushed out of Times Square and brought a sandstorm, like a dragon on yellow sand, and disappeared in the coming night. middle.
Spiders and monkeys are second only to elephants, Allahs and tanks in fighting power. However, the two were injured and did not heal. The incident did not inform them. The lion is the number one master in Times Square, but he needs to sit in the square. , Only Liu Wei'an followed out.
"What's the matter with Sand Pirates?" Liu Wei'an chose a team of tanks.
"Highway, they wanted to get a share of the pie, we didn’t agree, they came to sabotage." The tank made the point in a few words, and a modified pickup truck was in his hands, as flexible as water. Fish.
People who are leaders don’t like driving, only tanks have a soft spot for driving vehicles, and they like to drive heavy trucks, power-type. However, today I want speed and flexibility, so I chose pickup trucks. .
"How many people are there in Sand Pirates, and how is their combat effectiveness?" Liu Wei'an had a faint murderous look in his eyes.
"The number is not certain, but at least more than two thousand people, and the fighting power cannot be estimated. They are basically mobile in the major slave areas, there is no fixed property, basically no one has seen their boss, but, According to the traces they left after committing the crime, at least one person is as strong as the lion."
Liu Wei'an moved slightly. The lion is the number one master in Times Square. In the entire slave area, there are very few who can walk the lion’s hand in ten strokes. If he does not keep the distance, it is unknown whether he can be the opponent of the lion. With such combat power, this made his look a little more solemn.
Two hours later, the sky was completely dark. There was no starlight tonight. There were only two car lights shining on the endless wilderness. The black night was full of deep anxiety. Liu Wei'an, with his eyes closed and stamina, suddenly felt a sense of anxiety. The feeling was like a viper crawling behind and suddenly opening his eyes, just to see a little red light whizzing away from the distance.
"Stop!"
He yelled, and the man had been out of the car window, his sniper rifle was on his shoulder, his expression was extremely cold.
Chiff——
The car stopped abruptly. Under the influence of inertia, the pickup truck still rushed out five or six meters before it came to a complete stop. The tank gripped the steering wheel with both hands and almost flew out of the car. I was about to look back to see how Liu Wei'an was doing, and I heard the sound of the trigger pulling in my ears.
Bang——
The crisp gunshots resounded across the night sky. The next moment, a ball of fire burst into the air three hundred meters apart. The loud noise was deafening, and the fire spread, turning into a huge fireball, illuminating a few kilometers.
Rockets!
The tank let out a cold sweat, and the enemy was lying in ambush. If it weren't for Liu Wei'an, he wouldn't dare to think about it. He just touched the pistol with his fingers, the body shook slightly, and suddenly turned his head. He just saw a plume of white smoke from the sniper's muzzle, and he squatted halfway in the direction of the rocket ejection. The astonishment on the face of the middle-aged man carrying a rocket launcher on the ground just surfaced, his head suddenly exploded, and the terrible impact carried his body more than three meters away.
Beside the middle-aged man, there is a thin man with dirty hair~IndoMTL.com~ Seeing his companion got a headshot, his face changed a lot, and he turned around and ran away. After only one step, I felt terrible. The strength is concentrated on the head, and then there is no intuition.
It took less than two seconds from the time the tank brakes to Liu Weian's death of the two sneak attacking enemies. The heavy trucks that followed did not react, and the tank had restarted the pickup, roaring towards the road.
Ten minutes later, the ticking gunshots were faintly audible, and the tank stopped quickly. The three heavy trucks at the back also responded quickly. They stopped and turned off the lights and quickly approached the crossfire.
This is a stronghold in Times Square, with fifty people and plenty of ammunition. But the situation is very bad at the moment. From the sound of the bullets returning, one can hear that the bullets fired from all directions are dense like a shower, but the bullets fired from the stronghold are scattered.
"I'll go there first." Liu Wei'an was anxious.
"Too dangerous--" The tank closed his mouth helplessly, and Liu Wei'an suddenly disappeared from his sight like a black ghost.
I just remembered that with Liu Wei'an's hand out, he didn't need to worry at all.
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