Chapter 162 Wasteland Bikers

The appearance of the mutant creatures was just a minor episode for Yan Xu. After sighing, he continued driving forward and noticed the car wreckage on both sides of the road. He became thoughtful.

Now Yan Xu can be sure that there are definitely humans in this world, and this road leads to their gathering place.

If I'm not mistaken, the other party has a large number of vehicles, otherwise there would be no need to clear the abandoned cars on the road and ensure the road is unobstructed.

The question is whether Yan Xu wants to go.

He believed that there was still some order in the wasteland world, because it was the necessary foundation for the existence of any organization or group, but he believed even more that the law of the jungle had penetrated every inch of this world.

Therefore, once he comes into contact with the natives of this world, it would be impossible not to have conflicts, because he is well-dressed, well-fed and well-fed, and is surrounded by wealth, unless he demonstrates sufficient deterrent power.

It probably won't work to kill dozens of people on the opposite side as soon as you meet them. This is a wasteland world, not a primitive world, so it is very likely that the other side has guns, and their technological level is unknown.

Yan Xu's defense increased dramatically after he put on the Ghost Mask Armor, but he had no idea whether it could withstand anti-material sniper rifles, let alone weapons like rockets.

I guess he can't withstand it. After all, armored vehicles and tanks can be blown up, let alone him.

In fact, the best way is to recruit more people. Strength in numbers is not a joke.

The problem is that the current doomsday base system can only recruit wasteland scavengers and scrap metal boys.

Wasteland Scavengers are good for nothing except picking up junk. Scrap Boys are better, as they are good at finding some useful parts from scrap metal and fixing some minor problems on machinery, but they are still useless, let alone deterrent.

Obviously the Doomsday Base system needs to be upgraded, but upgrading requires luck points.

Yan Xu had almost used up all of his luck points for his layout in Japan. Although he had accumulated some in the past few days, it was still not enough.

Fortunately, the current Japanese world and the late Qing Dynasty world can provide luck points stably, otherwise I don’t know how long I will have to wait.

After calculating the time, Yan Xu decided to find a place to stay temporarily and wait for enough luck points to upgrade.

There are naturally many small towns along the road. Before dark, Yan Xu successfully arrived at the ruins of the second town.

Maybe this place is closer to the city, maybe there is some industry here. In any case, the ruins are bigger than the previous one, and the eyes of the two surviving wasteland scavengers immediately lit up.

Yan Xu found a place to park the car away from the main road. Two wasteland scavengers jumped out of the car impatiently and rummaged around, picking up usable bottles and cans and other things whose uses were unclear.

Since he had decided to set up camp here and wait, Yan Xu did not dare to be careless. He picked up his weapon and prepared to make a patrol first. However, not long after he walked away, he heard the sound of a cannon behind him. This was his warning to the wasteland scavengers.

"I knew there would be trouble!" Yan Xu cursed, turned around and ran back, but he did not return the same way, but deliberately took a detour.

The attacker this time was most likely not a mutant creature. If not a mutant creature, then it must be a human. And since the other party waited for him to leave before taking action, they must have taken precautions. The probability of setting a trap or ambush on the way back is not low, so he doesn't want to rush into it.

Sure enough, as soon as Yan Xu made a detour, several people could no longer hold back and rushed out from their ambush. "Stop!"

"Stop!"

"Damn, he's running too fast!"

Although these people were armed, their endurance was very poor due to years of malnutrition, and they could not catch up at all.

Yan Xu did not stop because killing was not the purpose, but ensuring the safety of the Sibu Xiang was. Being strong does not mean that one can survive without food or water.

Although there are mutant creatures and rainwater here, he has no idea what the side effects of eating them will be. At least the radiation will definitely exceed the standard, so he needs to ensure the safety of the supplies he carries before doing anything else.

"Damn bastard, if you can't open this door, I'm going to blow your head off!" The guy with a rooster comb and wearing a tattered leather jacket pointed his gun at an old man angrily. The old man was sweating profusely as he fiddled with the car lock with tools. He pulled the car door hard every few times, but it still wouldn't open.

"That's not right. The car lock is obviously very simple. I have opened it, but why won't the car door open!" The old man was about to collapse. He could open such an old-fashioned car lock with his eyes closed, but the problem was that even though the lock had been opened, the door could not be opened.

In fact, he did open the car lock, but the car lock is the car lock and the car door is the car door. Yan Xu set up a simple pressure mechanism in the car door. Under the action of a strong spring, a grip force of more than 300 kilograms must be reached to pull the handle and open the door.

So it’s not that the lock cannot be opened, but that the strength is not enough.

The question is who would set up such a mechanism. If Yan Xu hadn't come back quickly, the old man would have been killed.

When Yan Xu rushed to the parking lot, he saw two wasteland scavengers who had been hacked to death, and a group of wasteland-style bikers.

They have weird hairstyles, wear worn leather jackets, are wrapped in chains, and ride bicycles made of random things. They are currently surrounding the Sibu Xiang, waiting impatiently for the door to be opened so that they can steal the things inside. Even if they don't know what's inside, it must be good stuff, so the Cockscomb Haired Man is so angry.

Seeing the pile of wasteland-style bicycles, Yan Xu thought to himself that it was no wonder that he didn't hear any noise. The squeaking of bicycles was certainly not as loud as the roar of motorcycles.

But they should be considered as cyclists, so why are they dressed like bikers?

What’s the difference between this and riding an electric bike with a BMW key hanging on it?
Although there were doubts, it did not stop Yan Xu from shooting.

After being tempered by Japan and the world of the late Qing Dynasty, killing has almost become Yan Xu's instinct. His body moves faster than his brain, and he just draws his gun and shoots.

Although the Mauser pistol is old, it is still easy to use, especially after it was changed to magazine feeding. Yan Xu took out a new magazine right after finishing a fan-shaped sweep, and made a group of rebellious bikers scream in pain. But no matter how fast they ran, they could not outrun the bullets, nor escape his pursuit. As for counterattack, don't be ridiculous, with the cold weapons in their hands and the precious homemade shotgun wrapped with several layers of cloth strips, what threat could they pose?

"Now, I think we can have a chat." Yan Xu pointed the Mauser pistol that had just had its magazine changed at the old man who sneaked out of the car and tried to escape, and said in a kind tone.

“Sir, I am just a poor old man who was coerced. I don’t have many days left to live, and it’s not worth your wasting a precious bullet.” The old man was able to live to this age in the wasteland world, so naturally he had his own unique thing, that is, shamelessness. Therefore, he knelt down decisively, pushed aside the messy hair that was in the way, showed a flattering smile, and tried his best to make himself look pitiful, weak, and helpless.

"That depends on whether you are valuable enough." Yan Xu doesn't think that the other party is harmless. Such a person does not exist in the wasteland world because he would not be able to survive to the present.

(End of this chapter)