I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World Chapter 1177: 18VS200！

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Fifty thousand crystals!

For the Marauder, this is no longer a huge sum of money, but an astronomical figure!

If it is for 50,000 Yajing, even if they are to fight the mother of the dead claws, I am afraid they will not frown, let alone an unknown "little survivor colony leader" in the ambush area. .

Originally, Brother Tiger ’s order was to return to their place with the man, and then slaughter their survivors. However, in the face of these fifty thousand Yajing, personal grudges seem to be insignificant.

In order to be safe, Brother Tiger took the advice of his younger brother and changed the plan of following them back to the survivor's settlement and then launching an offensive, instead of robbing in ambush.

After all, he is not stupid. Will anyone who can buy a card with 50,000 Yajing play sloppy on his own safety? If you wait for someone to follow someone's home and wait for them to have some power armor, then things will be big.

So he adopted a conservative strategy, preparing to grab the person, get the card, and then torture out his place, and then make the next plan.

Of course, although he is not stupid, he is obviously not smart enough to go there.

I am afraid that if he wants to break his head, he will not think that it is not the leader of the survivor stronghold but the warlord from the south.

"One kilometer ahead ... in the day, they found us."

The man squatting beside the water tank on the roof of the building, watching the street with a telescope scolded, and immediately took out the intercom to report the situation to his teammates ambushing on the adjacent street.

"We have been found! Their people are spreading out. Keep up, don't let the fat sheep run away!"

As soon as he heard the fat sheep at his mouth alert to run, the looting predators could not sit still.

The predators crouching behind the bunkers grabbed the rifles at hand, pulled up the bolts, and ran towards the target. The predators who formed the scavenger group also pulled off the disguise and pulled out the rifles under the ragged rags.

"They can't run away."

Hundreds of meters away, sitting in a modified truck, the fierce-faced man grinned his lips and showed his full teeth.

The fierce light was released in his pupils, and he pulled a walkie-talkie hung on the car window and shouted on the squad channel, "The little ones are listening to me, the boss said, who won that The first one among the group of fat sheep is rewarded with five hundred Yajing! Wait for the merits to go back, and the woman in the help, sleep as much as you want, until your special legs ca n’t crawl up! "

"Aoao!"

The wolf howled and cheered, and the man sitting in the converted truck roared while hot.

"Everyone who wants to make a contribution will give me a quick roll into the car, ready to go! Let the two-legged sheep take a good look at how our stormtroopers stormed their heads!"

A group of marauding predators got out of the shadows, rushed to the street and ripped off the plastic cloth that was put on the truck, climbed the truck with hands and feet, and pulled the bolts of the machine gun and rifle.

The roar of the engine rang through the street, and ten modified trucks worked together, supporting a group of evil wolf masters, killing them in the direction of the "fatty sheep."

However, at this moment, a distant roar came from afar.

The predator standing on the top of the truck accidentally looked up at the hundred clouds in the sky, but at this moment, a black spot suddenly drilled out from under the clouds and approached them side by side.

"Look, look at that," patted the brother next to him, he pointed to the sky with exclamation, "What is that thing?"

No one answered him.

There is no sign of it.

The orange bullet rain covered the entire street in an instant.

The marauder standing on the truck only had time to catch a glimpse of the afterimage, and it turned into mud under the rain of gunfire.

The Aurora-20 flew low, and the fierce 20mm cannon tilted and rained in an instant, blasting the entire street into fragments.

The man sitting in the truck only heard a broken buzz, and had no time to think about what happened. The whole person turned into powder and disappeared in the spreading dust with the modified truck under the seat. in.

When the dust cleared, the wailing sounded one after another.

Fortunately, the predators who escaped from the robbery, holding their ambiguous amputated limbs, or crawling out of the burning steel ruins, or howling at the edge of the crater.

A pair of dull eyes looked from the shadow beside the street.

It is already afternoon, and the weakest moment of the zombie day is almost over. Attracted by the screams and explosions, the zombies searched the chaotic battlefield with staggering steps.

"Don't come, don't come!" A predator hoisted his rifle in horror, looking at the zombies around him, desperately moving his broken leg backwards, because the fear even forgot the biting pain.

Some marauders simply gave up survival, picked up their pistols, and desperately pulled the trigger on their temples.

The whole street has been transformed into **** ...

"Station, fighter?"

Standing beside Jiang Chen, Zhao Qiuran opened his mouth blankly, looking at the dust floating in the distance.

Although Aurora-20 quickly re-entered the cloud, her dynamic vision and reflex nerve still caught a glimpse of the lingering afterimage.

She has been walking on the waste soil for several years. She has seen dead claws, slaughter crabs, and various powerful and invincible alien species. However, she was the first time she saw a fighter jet that only lived in the mouth of the blue skins.

"Civilized man's weapon," Jiang Chen smiled, walked to the bench beside the highway, and sat up with Erlang's legs, said slowly, "I said, you will soon know that it is Who is crazy. "

Looking at the man sitting on the bench, Zhao Qiuran swallowed subconsciously.

She asked herself how many times she has walked on the edge of the death line and dealt with countless powerful solo travelers, mercenaries, and marauders, but this is the first time she has developed in-depth knowledge of a person. Fear of bone marrow.

Even the mother of Deathclaw has never scared her so fearfully.

She used to think that there were two kinds of powerful people in this waste land, one was the survivors of Ding Liwei and Wan Peng, who ordered thousands of people, and the other was that they could do it with just one shot. The solo traveler turning his dead claws.

But now, the fact before her is refreshing her worldview.

Even if the two strong men stand in front of him, I am afraid they are all ants.

Jiang Chen's voice sounded again when Zhao Qiuran was in a daze.

"Do n’t stand there stupid, you have to slaughter more than two hundred chickens for a while." Then, Jiang Chen patted the space next to him, "Come and sit here."

Dare not resist at all.

Zhao Qiulan walked mechanically to Jiang Chen and sat down stiffly.

Just when she was restless, Jiang Chen took out the lighter and lit a cigarette, spoke again, and said lightly.

"Just now I asked you to do me a favor, but fortunately I will do it now."

Zhao Qiuran froze, asking subconsciously.

"How to help?"

"Aren't you able to sense the spiritual imprint?" Giving a gesture to the two guards next to them to spread them out, Jiang Chen found a Rubik's cube from his pocket and put it gently on the bench I went on and said, "From now on, stare me carefully." (To be continued.)