Chapter 114 The Final Era: Memories of Old Times

Terran Standard Year: 29K.801 Terra/Old Earth

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The dazzling sunlight shines on the exposed rocks, but the sun is burning the earth like a devil. Everything in the endless desolate wilderness is so hot, and the gravel is like a soldering iron, emitting hot smoke, even in the canyon.

Because of the high temperature, the scorching air currents are rolling and distorting the vision.

Bare rocks and Gobi stone piles occupy everything. There is no trace of life on the desolate land. The ancient legends about the forests, grasslands and oceans that once existed on Terra have long become songs of the past. There are only

In poems and unrealistic fantasies.

There is only death and desolation on this land. The endless desert and Gobi Desert extend towards the end of the earth. The only place with some changes on this land is here, these canyons and passes composed of bare rock mountains.

The lizard climbed onto the rock, looking around with its little eyes, but soon it was frightened and fled into its own rock shelter.

A boot stepped on the rock, and the punk gunman wearing a turban and goggles cheered around. He held a crude automatic rifle in his hand. The craftsmanship is enough to make you wonder whether his enemy fell to the ground first.

The gun in his hand will explode first.

There are many such people in the canyon. They are all wearing various mixed and matched clothes. The only common feature is probably that everyone has a flaming skull tattoo on their arm.

These guys dressed like wasteland punks were resting in the valley. Motorcycles and trucks were parked between the mountains. This was a convoy, a gang of robbers that can be seen everywhere in the wasteland of Terra.

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These illegals, robbers, rapists and shameless villains from various settlements and towns will gather in the desert. Eventually, a group of such villains will form a gang of marauders. They will wander around, plunder and extort those weak settlements.

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The blazing sun shines on their heads, and the high temperature further heats up and intensifies between the mountains. Many people are hiding in the only shadow or sitting on their motorcycles. These villains are talking to each other, discussing the recent events.

"achievements"

The leader of the gang was sitting in the shadow of the awning. The truck behind him pulled out a canvas awning. He was holding a glass of water in his hand. Although it didn't taste good, it was definitely a luxury in this land.

"Boss, we made a lot of money a while ago! There are more things in that town than we thought!" The driver with a mohawk sat on the side, showing his yellowed teeth, "Since there are

A fleet! Now we can earn several months’ worth of goods at once!”

"Not to mention the people there were sold to slave traders! Although those old hats are not worth much, they still made us a lot of money."

The mohawk giggled, "I still prefer the town we went to last year. The women there are really great! The price is quite worth it, but it would be great if we could keep a few."

The leader ignored this unorganized guy. He drank water and looked at the men around him, especially the large truck parked on the side, which carried the gold bars they earned and all the valuable things. He didn't want anyone to

Stolen.

He looked at the boss and tilted his head slightly, then turned back, "Nash. Luandao, I don't know if this is your nickname or what, but someone wants your head."

The boss's hand was still touching the shotgun. He stared at the gunman and showed his gold teeth, "I believe we can talk, gunman, what do you want? Money? I can pay three times the ransom of your employer."

His hand was adjusting the direction slightly, and the gunman's pistol shook. "The request didn't say whether it was a living person or a dead person, so I don't mind what I want to bring back. You'd better think about it clearly."

The boss cursed in a low voice. He looked at the gunman and looked at him. He must be a mercenary or a bounty hunter. Although there is no difference between the two most of the time, this guy looks very professional.

He couldn't see the gunman's face clearly, not at all. The black single-sided sunglasses reflected the luster in the sun.

But suddenly, a gang rider who was not dead behind the gunman picked up a gun and pointed it at the gunman with the most vicious and vulgar curse words.

The gunman pointed his gun at extremely high speed and pulled the trigger. The gang rider's head with a unique hairstyle was blown off by the gunshot. Seeing the gunman's inaction, the boss immediately picked up the shotgun.

He fired, and a dense spray of shotgun blasts hit the gunman, but suddenly all the projectiles stopped in the air, like insects caught in a spider's web.

The gunman pulled out the revolver from behind. When a shot was fired, the predator boss fell to the ground. The gunman lowered the smoking revolver and walked to the body.

He pulled off half of the turban with his fingers to reveal half of his face. Vito looked at the body on the ground from behind his sunglasses.

"That's fine, it's not easy to bring someone with you anyway."
Chapter completed!