Orc Tyrant

"Ok?"

Gogu hummed suspiciously, slowing down the speed of the motorcycle.

The headlight illuminates a moving figure in the distance, as if a part of the darkness has flowed into the coverage of the cone of light. Although his mind insisted that it was not a real threat, he checked the ammunition out of caution.

The red blitz gang has swept the entire Xiacheng District, and more than 70% of the buildings are burning. The boys are hunting for anything that is not green. This is a very interesting hunt.

Gogu left the battle group alone. For him, the war was over. He wanted to go around the city. He would repeat this action every time he went to a new place, just to find a way to explode in the future. The "track" of the tire competition.

On the west side of the city, he found a very wide and flat place-the Great Cemetery in Salt Lake City.

When he first arrived at the cemetery, he unexpectedly discovered that besides a large number of lawns and tombstones, there was a quiet building, unlike the overly fancy stone warehouses he had seen before.

It is very tall and well-proportioned. The exquisite colonnade supports the increasingly thin spire. The female statues on all the pillars are piously facing under the eaves and are kindly looking down on the holy images of all living beings.

The surface of the entire building is covered with white marble slabs, emitting a faint light under the dim firelight mapping, giving it an extremely ethereal feeling, which is completely in line with its creepy purpose.

In the dark, Gogu could recognize the large number of smaller graves surrounding it. It was not so fancy. They were like a group of **** burying their heads in the ground, and the scene in front of him seriously aggravated his heart. That kind of funnyness-Oak never had the habit of burying, he didn’t

Know the use of these small stones.

But this is not important. It will be razed to the ground by tomorrow and become a place for kids to compete in violent motorcycle competitions.

The only thing he didn’t know was that most of the people buried in it were buried recently—

"Go around the stones."

Gogu was going to take another look. His technical deputy, Ass Jing, followed the instructions and used a light-guided motorcycle to make a big turn around the unlucky burial grounds.

The drag racing boss stared at the surrounding darkness with wide eyes, hoping to capture the moving figure just now, but still didn't see anything.

Then he suddenly turned the car and drove back to the cemetery.

"The front is the pond."

He said that although it was only a small trouble, he was not like paying a lot of teeth to pay for the repair of the motorcycle after the war.

"Turn the light over there and we change directions."

As the headlights of the car moved, Gogu turned around and looked at the cemetery from the right.

The night in that direction seemed to be even darker, and the fire in the city seemed to be covered by a solid embankment made of plants, as faintly visible as a low-flying thundercloud on the horizon.

The road leading to the gate on the other side is quite close here, but he had to cross a graveyard in front of him to get there, and this meant that he had to slow down his speed. Gogu didn’t like low-speed movement, but he still That said, the maintenance cost of this motorcycle is too high, even if he

I'm already a boss, and I don't want to spend this wronged money.

"Weird—"

Gogu couldn't feel any movement around him, so he pressed the trigger of the front of the car with his thumb, and then tightly held the grip, ready to fire.

"Turn on the lights."

The cemetery is really weirdly quiet, and there is clearly a battlefield filled with artillery fire outside, but the air here seems to be stagnant, and there are no insects.

Gogu's instinct told him that this was very, very wrong.

The fart in the car obeyed the instructions, and the whole bike suddenly lit up like stars in the dark night sky, and the roar of the engine dropped an octave.

The motorcycle slowed down and began to approach the low, crowded accessory tombs at a more steady speed, and the strong light from the headlights of the front of the car revealed all the details on the path.

Some of the tombs are almost undamaged, indicating that the living still remember the owners of these tombs, while the others are wrapped in a green coat made of moss and climbing plants. These nasty things crawled over the tombstone and shattered. Unbearable godly icons, almost ruined them in the worst case.

"Ouch! What the hell!"

Suddenly, the front of the car suddenly lifted, and because he could not turn the corner, the motorcycle directly ran into a spacious and solemn mausoleum blocking the way forward.

Overweight motorcycles smashed the poured concrete, and the wreckage was scattered all around. Fortunately, they didn't hit Gogu's head in the process, but instead smashed the **** into howling ghosts.

Gogu tilted his head and glanced, and found that a rather rough little angel who fell on the ground was crushed to pieces by the front wheel of the motorcycle.

"Fortunately, down a gear."

Gogu wiped away the worst dust and pigeon dung from the top of his hat, and a side wall just behind him collapsed like an undisturbed drunkard, startling him.

He originally thought that the whole building was going to become a ruin, but it still stood there reluctantly, but Gogu didn't want to guess how long it could stand without any certainty.

Accompanied by the harsh sound of the transmission, the motorcycle slowed down to a speed similar to that of walking, and drove through the open space between the monuments.

At first, it seemed that the war did not spread to this small village composed of tombs. At least the dilapidated scene after the war was not seen along the way, but after a while, Gogu recognized that several tombs passed by the car had been damaged. Signs of damage.

The door of the tomb was barely hung on the hinge. As the night breeze swayed softly, the farts in the car apparently discovered this situation-they were either making a lot of noise or spitting, The disgust for this was clearly expressed.

"We haven't stolen it yet!"

The tone was exactly the same as they were used to using them.

"I thought it was like opening it from the inside."

Gogu carefully checked the next tomb that he passed by from a safe location as far as possible. As far as the situation can be seen, compared to someone entering from the outside, those places are more like being broken from the inside.

"Boss, there must be good things in those low houses. A thief stole it first!! Damn it!"

The speculations of the **** are correct. The Benedict Empire has always had a custom of thick burial. A large number of rich and powerful people seem to think that if they can't be taken away, they must at least be kept in their last residence. They are in the decorations. And wasted a lot of money on antique art to make

Their final resting place looked as much as possible as the boudoir of a high-class prostitute.

But Gogusi didn't care about those treasures, because something more obtrusive appeared.

A lifeless person appeared in front of the headlights, watching them silently, as if being hypnotized.

He didn't have a moment of doubt about the fact that it was a shrimp, but there were a lot of marks on his body that were damaged by teeth and nails. Under the illumination of the luminous body, he was clearly seen in his eyes. There were several wounds and muscles. Bitten off or torn off, the bones are directly exposed.

This frenzied attack not only took his life, but also made his clothes tattered, but through the remaining fragments, it can still be seen that he was engaged in a humble job in a factory before his death.

Boom~!

In the next second, Ge Gu slammed on the accelerator, and with a faint crunch, the terrifying ghost suddenly disappeared under the motorcycle's car.

"Bah, dare to block Lao Tzu's way!"