Chapter 166: Dead Skull Tribe
"Sir, it's the plunderers from the Dead Skull Tribe!" It, who was originally lying leisurely on the roof of the car to bask in the sun, struggled to climb to the window of the cab and shouted in horror to Yan Xu who was driving.

It was enough to make It climb over the roof of a moving car to inform Yan Xu regardless of the danger. One can imagine how much pressure the Dead Skull Tribe put on him.

"You drive." Yan Xu ignored the peculiar smell on the other person, pulled It into the driver's seat through the car window, pressed him on the seat, and then carried his baby to the roof of the car.

Itt, who was holding the steering wheel tightly, felt like crying. Why was the steering wheel so stiff? Why did the accelerator rebound? He was forced to use all his strength and his weight to hold the accelerator down so that it would not bounce back.

This was naturally done by Yan Xu. It has a non-power steering wheel, and the accelerator, brake and clutch have thick springs. The amount of exercise is not much different from that in the gym. It's a pity that Itte suffers.

Standing on the roof of the car, the wide field of vision allowed Yan Xu to see the Dead Skull Tribe that terrified It.

The Death Skull Tribe is the most notorious looters in the vicinity. Compared to other looters who try not to kill people, the lunatics of the Death Skull Tribe prefer to chop off the heads of their victims and stick them on the spikes of their beloved cars, leaving the heads to dry and rot, leaving only skulls in the end. This is the honor they want.

Yan Xu saw that there were many heads stuck on the cars that were chasing them. Many of them were only bones left. He didn't know how they fixed them in place. In short, this group of people tried their best to make the cars look like they came from hell. This was also their way of intimidating the enemy.

Seeing Yan Xu climb onto the roof of the car, the plunderers of the Death Skull Tribe were like they had eaten a Xuanmai. They first made frantic gestures of slitting throats, then stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. With the shrill roar of the engine, the red exhaust pipe spewed out flames of incomplete combustion, pushing the car suddenly, and quickly surrounded the Sibu Xiang from all directions, like a greedy and deadly pack of wolves.

The poor Sibuxiang was slow to begin with, and couldn't step on the accelerator to the bottom, so there was no way it could outrun those modified cars whose engines were so big that they couldn't even cover the hoods of the cars. It was about to be caught up.

Faced with this situation, Yan Xu remained calm. He knelt on one knee gracefully, like an experienced noble hunter. He raised the single-barreled shotgun in his hand, which could be called a cannon, and aimed at the target. With a loud bang, the wasteland scavenger next to him was almost shaken off the roof of the car, and the half-exposed engine of the car that was hit was directly shattered. A large amount of fragments ricocheted everywhere, making the two Dead Skull Tribe plunderers in the car tremble all over, and turned them into sieves leaking ketchup.

The explosion of the engine, coupled with the ascension of the driver, caused the car, which still had huge inertia, to turn towards its brother, and the result was that they rolled together like dry wood and fire.

Yan Xu's feat of taking out two cars with one shot immediately attracted a burst of monotonous curses such as "Fuck!" and "Shit!". It seemed that they had lost not only their civilization, but also their ability to greet each other verbally.

Death did not scare off these lunatics. The Dead Skull Tribe raiders who originally wanted to save bullets pulled out the weapons stuck in their waists and pointed them at the second brother and started shooting wildly.

The hit rate of a pistol is actually not as high as imagined, especially when shooting at another moving vehicle on a bumpy car. Those who can hit the car are considered well-trained, so those who can make sparks fly from the vehicle driven by the protagonist in the movie are all masters.

Yan Xu was different. He was steady and accurate enough, and the gun in his hand was big and hard enough. He shot another approaching car with one shot, and this time hit the cab. As a result, the driver's upper body and the co-pilot's lower body turned into pieces, exploding all over the car. For a moment, it was impossible to tell where the big head and the small head were.

"Fuck, rush up and knock him over!" A smart guy who might have been high on drugs took out two glass bottle incendiary bombs from somewhere, holding one in each hand, and yelled madly at his companion who was driving, as if to say, "If I can't kill him, I can't kill you either."

The driver couldn't stand the provocation either. He gritted his teeth, turned the steering wheel, and the front of the car, which was studded with iron spikes, crashed into the monster.

The Sibuxiang was not fast, but there were steel plates welded everywhere, which were thicker than the Japanese tanks in World War II. Even the side of the car was the same, with only half of the wheels exposed. Therefore, the collision that could pierce a bunch of holes in ordinary cars was useless, and instead bounced the car that hit it back. Dacongming, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had just lit a Molotov cocktail, and the two Molotov cocktails collided under the violent vibration. In an instant, fierce flames spurted out of the windows on both sides, accompanied by miserable screams. In the end, only three cars of the Death Skull Tribe escaped, but both Yan Xu and Yi Te knew that this matter was not over.

Because It stepped on the accelerator and brakes too hard, his legs cramped and he could only limp along with the wasteland scavengers to clean up the battlefield.

Although this increases danger, it is necessary because the wasteland world does not tolerate waste.

Yan Xu is very interested in these wasteland-style modified cars, but the reality is that they just have the engine and seats fixed on the frame, and the rest is saved as much as possible, making them almost like a hodgepodge.

As for weapons, those pistols and shotguns had obvious signs of hand-cutting, and the bullets were inferior goods that had been reloaded many times. No wonder the hit rate was so low that Yan Xu suspected that they were using blank bullets, but these were still hard currency.

After the end of the world, the original financial system disappeared without a trace like a bubble. After all, this is not a war, but the end of the world. Anyone who runs away with gold, silver, jewelry and luxury goods is simply crazy. These things are not as useful as a piece of chocolate or a bottle of Coke.

Now the hard currency in the wasteland world is weapons, vehicles, fuel, food, drinking water, medicine, hemp, radionuclide, and nuclear batteries, especially the latter two, which have replaced gold, silver, and gems.

At this time, Yan Xu saw that the Wasteland Scavenger did not touch the parts of the car even though he was picking up scrap metal, and he understood why the initial summoning included the Wasteland Scavenger and the Scrap Boy.

Since there is no shortage of scrap metal at the moment, Yan Xu recruited two scrap metal guys.

The scrap metal boy looked to be about fifteen or sixteen years old, young, dirty, shirtless and wearing overalls, holding a wrench in his hand, with a sharp look in his eyes, always looking at the damaged vehicle.

Yan Xu waved his hand, and the two scrap metal guys immediately got into the damaged vehicle. They didn't care about the dead bodies inside at all. Even if they touched bloody flesh, they just wiped their hands on their trouser legs and continued to dismantle useful parts.

Before It had time to stretch its muscles after straightening up, It was stunned.

"One, two, three, four, five, six." It carefully counted on his fingers. In addition to him and the adults, there should be four more people. The problem is that there are six people now.

So the question is, where did the extra two people come from? !
After opening his mouth, It finally decided that it was his own problem, that he had remembered it wrong, and it was not worth bothering the adults for such a small matter.

Yes, that's right, he remembered it wrong, It nodded with certainty.

(End of this chapter)