Rise of the Wasteland

Slaughtering a refugee camp with an armoured convoy was a moment of relief to Tony Parker. He has always had no plan to do things. He never thinks about tomorrow today. He just lives to be happy and only for himself-anyway, everything will be fine. He believes that the goddess of luck is on his side.

After the slaughter, Tony Parker didn't feel any trouble. But he immediately spread the news saying that ‘the killing was by Victor Hugo’. This idea seemed to him to be handy and naturally responded.

Denial, planting, shirk, these are all necessary skills for Toddler Parker. Tony Parker can't be cooked anymore. Anyway, there was no truth in his mouth, nonsense lies just casually. If you can deceive, you can fool, if you can fool, if you can fool, if you can't figure it out, run away.

Almost three years after the end of the world, Tony Parker is fooling around with this trick and David Lawrence's signature. He is a man who never has a headache for difficulties. He has always had a smooth life. He has never encountered any trouble-if someone has a problem, he has a headache. He just causes trouble.

And this time Tony Parker made trouble for Zhou Qingfeng. After making rumors, he found a place to sleep casually. According to many years of experience, he subconsciously felt that there will be no small storms in the next few days, it is better to avoid the wind.

However, this time Tony Parker's opponent is Zhou Qingfeng, who is also a person who does not follow the routine.

The refugee camp next to the highway was massacred. Victor Hugo, with the mutant guards, even called the survivors to testify.

All sorts of news wandered back and forth on the radio. After overnight fermentation, the armed refugees on the outskirts of Salt Lake City decided to come together to discuss it-come and appease us, we want food, medicine and various living supplies, and women And wine, everything.

Otherwise, if we are unhappy, we will rebel and sabotage.

This is the routine of armed refugees' trouble. They don't care at all about who died. They didn't even go to the scene of the killing at all, because the cause of the trouble had already existed, the killing was not important at all.

Vast armed refugees began to accumulate. They came out of various camps, drove motorcycles or trucks, and headed towards the city center along the road. The speed of the crowd is not fast, so that it is convenient for the people who join in along the way, and then start to make progress.

The army responsible for defending Salt Lake City did not stand up to stop, and the church clergyman tried to come to appease but was kicked aside. Huge crowds of people moved forward, noisy horns and shouting slogans along the way.

"Judge Victor Hugo."

"Protect our power."

"Give us enough lifestyle goods, we want tobacco and women and women."

The sparse Lara team stretches for several kilometers and looks like an unstoppable wave. They brought together 20,000 or 30,000 people, and no one dared to stop in front of them easily. Until ..., there was a strong smell of whiskey in the air.

Ok…….

Everyone took a deep breath at this moment, and their throats were stirred by the smell of this liquor, and they could not help but speed up in the direction of the smell of the wine. Before long, someone exclaimed, "Look, there is a truck ahead."

No ... not just one, but a dozen. A heavy truck appeared to be involved in a traffic accident and fell on the highway leading to the center of Salt Lake City. Then more than a dozen trucks collided and crashed into each other.

The fallen truck's cargo box burst, and the strong scent of wine flew out of it. Then someone shouted in excitement, "Oh ... it's a truck for whiskey. A lot of whiskey."

The crowd that was slowly moving forward immediately began to accelerate. At this moment, a person suddenly stood in front of the fallen truck, shouted an electric horn and shouted, "Get away, these whiskeys are ours. Whoever dares to come up, we will kill him."

As soon as the words fell, the armed refugees immediately opened fire. Dozens of guns banged, beating people trying to stop them in front of the truck.

Hahaha ..., the armed refugees are even happier when they see the people fleeing. They rushed forward with the sound of rave, toward the truck filled with liquor.

Packed boxes were scattered in the broken truck compartments, and rushing liquor was flowing in the broken bottles.

Armed refugees running ahead ripped open the box and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from it. These people opened the bottle caps and murmured, poured them into their mouths, drank half of the bottles in one breath, and screamed.

Easterners are more restrained in drinking, and Westerners, both men and women, have a large proportion of alcoholism. In the last days, everyone needs a sip of wine that can relax the nerves. Liquor has become a popular and popular item. The largest shipments of Aurora Corps are cigarettes and wine.

For armed refugees, at least food and medicine were obtained from fraternal government agencies in the past. In order to drink, they pour precious disinfectant into their stomachs. And now this opportunity to drink sorrow is too rare.

Who remembers going to Victor Hugo at this time? Getting a few bottles of wine home is serious.

The turbulent crowd quickly flooded the convoy in which the car crash occurred. People were quickly dissatisfied with obtaining liquor from the overturned truck compartment. They smashed the compartments of the subsequent trucks, as if they had opened Alibaba's treasure house. Surprise.

"There are cigarettes here."

"Hell, get out, this is mine."

"Don't try to get closer, this car belongs to us now."

Confusion quickly appeared at the scene of the car accident, and people began to shout and scold. When words fail to determine victory, force comes in handy.

Zhou Qingfeng, hundreds of meters away, was holding a sniper rifle ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He coldly aimed through the sight and shrugged his shoulders and said, "They don't need us to stir, they can fight by themselves . "

Ellie's voice came from the walkie-talkie, "Victor, another group of armed refugees has arrived. They should have smelled alcohol and are accelerating."

The scene of the accident was at a traffic fork. Zhou Qingfeng chose this place to arrange a serial plan. He originally wanted to lure two armed refugees into a fight, but now things are easier than he expected.

Armed refugees were originally groups of people who marched towards the city centre. Now encountering the seemingly unowned whisky lying on the highway, these guys who should have been united together immediately exposed their selfishness.

The sound of gunfire sounded like a burst of beans, and the scramble at the scene caused many deaths and injuries. When the goods are not distributed enough, reducing the number of people assigned is the best way. These people are so fierce that they are not willing to accept anyone, and they are killed when they run into each other.

What Zhou Qingfeng has to do is not to let anyone leave easily, and not to let any team take advantage, so that those who are competing will feel that as long as they work harder, they can gain a lot. The people he arranged were located around the scene of the 'car accident' and could easily incorporate the entire scene into the scope of firepower.

Bang ... the sniper rifle with a muffler fired a bullet and hit the head of a machine gunner on the opposite side. The machine gunner was operating the M2HB on the roof of a Hummer. The firepower was so strong that others couldn't get close and could only escape. This person who breaks the balance must be killed.

While looking for the next goal, Zhou Qingfeng said on the walkie-talkie: "Let these guys play happier, more intensely, and more bitterly. So they will be more angry when they find Tony Parker in trouble in the future. It's not difficult, I will also. "8) More exciting novels, welcome to visit everyone's reading school