Chapter 118 The Final Era: Disaster in the Desert

Vito was riding a motorcycle through the desert. He was traveling south along the ancient national highway between Kazakhstan and Uzbekistan. The Caspian Sea was already far away, and what he saw now was a barren desert.

The hot air currents danced on the earth along with the wind, and all life disappeared under the yellow sand.

Vito looked into the distance on the back of his motorcycle. He could still see the silhouettes of those ancient cities. There had long been no signs of life there. The once glorious Pearl of Central Asia, Tashkent, had disappeared into the yellow sand. That city was built in the Soviet Union.

The magnificent city of the era eventually perished in the civil war on earth.

Now only the afterimages of the past glory are left, still standing on the land in the distance, just like this civilization.

What was really bad was not what the old bastard Vito was thinking about now, but that his motorcycle began to tremble with a loud bang, and the power of the motorcycle was completely lost. He barely controlled it before it overturned.

it.

The crimson motorcycle stopped slowly, and the vehicle came to a complete stop after gliding for a distance.

Vito cursed in a low voice and got off the car. He squatted down and checked the chassis of the motorcycle. The air pump and the stopcock had exploded.

"Damn it." Vito cursed and raised his forehead speechlessly. His fingers took out a disc from his trouser bag and placed it on the hood of the motorcycle.

"Helen, check if there are any other explosions." Vito said and began to squat down for inspection. The small artificial intelligence lady appeared on the CD. She waved her hand and soon the holographic structure of the motorcycle appeared in front of her eyes.

Helen's eyes quickly ran across the structural diagram, completing the inspection in almost nanoseconds.

"The fan heating device is blocked, probably caused by yellow sand." "I can see that."

Vito said as he took off the cooling net from the chassis, then started tinkering with it underneath while cursing, "The question now is, where are we going to find parts in the middle of the Central Asian desert?"

"I suggest looking for other motorcycles to find replacements. Although they are not as good as the original parts you found, I believe they can guarantee the rest of the journey, sir."

Vito withdrew from below. He stood up and rubbed his neck. His eyes wearing sunglasses looked around at the endless desert.

"I think so."

Before Vito finished speaking, a gunshot was heard in the distance. The explosion of gunfire instantly triggered a series of fierce exchanges of fire, and the roar of firearms echoed in the air.

"Oh, honey, it seems we are in luck." Vito said, pulling out the pistol on his waist. He winked at Helen jokingly, and the latter looked at him with an indifferent expression.

"Sir, please don't flirt with me. I am an artificial intelligence and cannot provide you with the service you want."

Vito smiled jokingly and put away the CD. He pulled the bolt and ran towards the direction of the gunfire.

He quickly arrived at that place. Vito lay behind the dunes and looked at the firefight ahead. There were two groups of people. One group near Vito was a group of locals, a group of tribesmen, and the other side was the desert raiders.

That is, bandits can be seen everywhere.

The two sides were shooting at each other, bullets hitting the sand dunes and Gobi rocks. Both sides tried their best to shoot at each other, but to be honest, their marksmanship was really poor. After fighting for a long time, no one died.

Vito looked in the direction of the tribesmen. They were wearing gray-brown robes and turbans or hoods on their heads. They had dark skin and had classic Central Asian characteristics.

One person was injured, his shoulder was shot through by a bullet, although it is not known whether the injury was during the confrontation between the two sides, or during the current shooting stage.

But Vito didn't care anymore. He looked in the direction of the Desert Marauders. There was a motorcycle parked on the battlefield. It was the only one that was still intact, at least it looked like it.

Vito took a deep breath and then stood up suddenly, holding both guns and firing. His finger pulled the trigger, and the first bullet penetrated the head of a predator.

The man fell to the ground with a crash, and the tribesmen were immediately attracted by the sound of gunfire behind them. They looked back and saw Vito sliding down the hill in front of them and rushing past them.

He opened fire as he advanced, and bullets kept hitting in the direction of the marauders. A marauder with a long gun aimed at Vito and prepared to fire, but his eye socket was shot through first.

The bullets were fired at them accurately, and the heads of several plunderers seemed to be in bloom. The remaining plunderers hurriedly looked for bunkers, but when they raised their heads again, Vito was already standing in front of them, the mercenary master holding two guns.

Shooting continuously, one shot swept through the position behind the sand dunes.

Several looters were shot and killed. The last few raised their guns and aimed at Vito, preparing to fire, but they were killed just as they raised their guns. It was not Vito who killed them.

The tribesmen obviously chose to fight alongside Vito. They helped the enemy's enemy. The tribesmen climbed out of the bunker and rushed over shouting and holding long safari rifles.

The bullets hit the remaining looters, and those who were not hit were killed by the tribesmen with machetes and crescent machetes at the end of the gun handles after they rushed up.

The tribesmen raised their weapons and shouted in celebration. They picked up the weapons of the looters and cheered to each other as if they were showing off trophies. The shotguns were fired into the sky, and the blades flashed under the sun.

Vito glanced at them, and then walked to the motorcycle. There were several motorcycles pierced by bullets lying around. They were most likely useless.

Vito turned the handle of the motorcycle, but then he cursed. The motorcycle did not respond at all, and immediately Vito discovered the powerful bullet that had penetrated the pump.

He sighed and patted the car hood. He just turned around and saw Wuliu pointing the shotgun at him. Vito smiled awkwardly and raised his hands slightly, looking at these things in front of him. After the predators were killed, they were no longer with him.

The tribesmen who belong to the same camp.

These dark-skinned Central Asian tribesmen pointed their homemade shotguns at themselves. Those shotguns were slender and looked very rustic, but Vito knew that although they looked like fakes, these shotguns could still hit people.

Not a big deal.

Especially its high-power bullets allow this shotgun to have a very long range and considerable power, and can be used to hunt vicious prey that inhabit the desert today.

Vito smiled and pointed gently at the plunderers behind them. Several tribesmen turned their heads and looked at the plunderers, "Guys, I just helped you, how about repaying a favor with an enemy?"

The tribesmen responded to him in a strange language, which sounded like the cry of a coyote. Vito really couldn't understand a word of it, and he smiled awkwardly.

"Can anyone speak Cyrillic? Ursh's language, don't understand? What about Farsi? Well, it doesn't look like I understand."

Vito said regretfully. He scratched his head and then waved his hand to signal the tribesmen to follow. Several tribal hunters looked at each other, then turned around, picked up their weapons and followed Vito.

Vito led them to his motorcycle. He reached out and turned the handle of the motorcycle, and explained his problem to them loudly and vividly with gestures.

The tribesmen gathered around and nodded to each other, hoping that they understood.

"Okay, gentlemen, I need your help, parts or anything like that." Vito said standing next to the car, and he patted the body of the car.

He looked at the whispering tribesmen talking in the local language. Of course, Vito was not worried about them killing him and grabbing the car. After all, they couldn't do that.

Vito's hand was pressed on the pistol behind him during their discussion. He watched the tribesmen whispering to each other, gesticulating and shouting, and the discussion seemed extremely intense.

Vito raised his eyebrows and looked at the hunters in front of him. They seemed to look at Vito after a heated argument. One of them said something to Vito, and he gestured for Vito to follow them.

The tribesmen started walking in one direction with their shotguns on their shoulders, and the hunter waved to Vito as he walked.

He smiled and supported the motorcycle and followed them. He walked behind them in the desert. He walked and walked with the hunters. After walking for an unknown amount of time under the vicious sun, he finally arrived at his destination.

Vito stood on the sand dune and looked at the settlement below. It was a tribal camp built with six or seven tents, in which many tribesmen lived, including men, women and children.

The women raised their heads and looked at the returning hunters. They waved to their husbands, while the children ran out of the camp shouting.

They were playing around with the hunters, and the joyful atmosphere lasted for a while, until Vito also walked into the camp.

The children all fell silent as they watched Vito. The women and the remaining men in the camp looked at him. The men raised their shotguns and knives and looked at him warily.

Vito smiled bitterly. It seemed that the locals were not very friendly with outsiders. It was no wonder. After all, they had just fought with plunderers from out of town. I just hoped that they would not regard themselves as plunderers.

The leader of the hunters told a child something, and after speaking some strange language, the child wrapped in a turban ran towards a large tent with an awning in front of him. He shouted something outside the tent and then retreated.

aside.

A tribesman emerged from the tent. He looked at Vito and a man and a woman emerged from behind him. The young tribesman was holding a shotgun with a long knife attached. He held the barrel of the gun and looked at Vito and said

Not exactly friendly.

The tribesman in robes he led said something to the young woman. She nodded slightly and then walked up. Vito looked at this beautiful woman.

She has dark skin but is not ugly at all. She has an exotic beauty and her watery eyes are as blue as gems.

"Hello foreigner, welcome to our tribe." "I am honored, although it seems that not everyone welcomes me."

Vito smiled and looked at the alert tribesmen around him. The men were standing around holding weapons, and even the children were holding wooden sticks playfully.

"Our leader asked for your name and what you do for a living," she said in Ursh, which Vito could understand.

Well, it looks like I'm in luck, not only does I have a guy who speaks Ursh, but he's also a beautiful woman.

Vito looked at the patriarch who was talking to the hunters and seemed to understand the situation. He looked very old, indifferent but knowledgeable. The young man behind him stared at him like a guard.

Vito looked at the beautiful female translator and smiled.

"I just helped your people, now I need you to help me, and yours." "Me?"

The beautiful female translator asked slightly doubtfully.

Vito shrugged naturally, "Of course, you have to translate for me, right?"

The young woman turned her head and said something to the patriarch. She probably translated Vito's meaning accurately, at least it should be.

Vito looked at the clan leader, who looked around at the clansmen, and finally looked at Vito who raised the long staff in his hand.
Chapter completed!