Flowers Blooming in the Wasteland

After leaving Hummingbird Town, it took Fu Yunlan's team two days to find the gangsters in the vast wilderness.

They silently approached the place where the gangsters gathered. It looked like a playground that had been abandoned for many years. Most of the equipment was broken. Only one stand used for stage performances was still intact. Gangsters with strange haircuts and tattoos on their faces were surrounding the front of the stands, watching a man in a long robe dancing and giving a speech. From time to time, they raised their hands collectively, palms up, making a Y shape.

They are all experienced mercenaries, and they don't need too many greetings. Everyone cooperates with each other tacitly. The sniper cowboy takes Fu Yunlan's assistant newly assigned to him to find the commanding heights. The bomber planted landmines at several key intersections and made Putting on a mark that only they understand, the others checked the guns and ammunition, waiting for Fu Yunlan's instructions.

Holding the binoculars, Fu Yunlan looked at the place where the gangsters gathered for a long time, but did not give the order to attack for a long time, because the actions of those people really confused him.

Although Fu Yunlan is not interested in religion, she is no stranger to it. Facing a life without hope and suffering with no end in sight, people in the wasteland always need something other than food and clothing to help them persevere. Go on, and religious belief is undoubtedly a mental anesthetic that is cheaper than alcohol and healthier than drugs.

But most people are realistic. While they pray to the gods of various new and old sects, they also clearly know that God will not feed their stomachs out of thin air, and beliefs cannot stop bullets.

Gangsters, as a group that betrays the mainstream human morality and is despised by the world, often desire religion more—especially some cults to rationalize their behavior. Fu Yunlan will not feel strange about any religious activities they engage in, strange The most surprising thing is that these gangsters allowed themselves to be exposed in such an open terrain, and they couldn't even see a sentry post.

The only four radio earphones left in the mercenary group were not destroyed in the explosion because the Cowboys and their team took them with them when they went out to perform missions last time. Fu Yunlan said to Mole through the earphones: "Mole, come closer!" Go and hear what the man in the robe is saying, over."

"I'll try my best, finish." Mole, who is less than 1.6 meters tall and weighs less than [-] kilograms, is an expert in stealth and stealth in the mercenary regiment. Fu Yunlan saw him in the binoculars With the concealment, he gradually approached the stand.

After a while, Mole's deliberately lowered voice sounded in the earphone: "That's a priest, preaching to them, over."

"What sect?" Fu Yunlan asked.

"It seems to be called the True God Sect, over."

Heita's doubtful voice came from the radio: "...Is it the True God Sect?"

"That's what it sounds like."

Everyone fell into a brief silence, and no one spoke for a while.

Most people in the wasteland have heard or seen the name "True God Sect", but it is so far away that it seems to come from another world.

The United States is undoubtedly the country with the strongest military power before the war, and because of this, it suffered the most serious nuclear attack in World War III. Some came from other major countries, and some came from mutual attacks after the division of the mainland, and the coastal population was concentrated. Several major cities in China have been completely reduced to nuclear ruins, and the interior is not much better. After the war, the entire North America has become a sparsely populated and heavily polluted wasteland, and the environment is still deteriorating. Difficult to survive.

People who linger on this wasteland believe that the situation in other parts of the world will be much better than North America, so people often risk their lives by taking unreliable transportation such as sailboats, rubber boats or hot air balloons, Trying to escape this desperate situation across the ocean, and then no news came back.

This wasteland seems to have been forgotten by the whole world. Only a company called "Blue Shield" occasionally sends freighters to exchange food and commodities for waste metal and other garbage from the residents of the wasteland. Their planes can be seen flying low, dropping colorfully printed leaflets on the few refugee gathering places.

These unknown leaflets have almost become the only source of information for people in the wasteland to understand the external situation.

When the submarine cable was destroyed and none of the communication satellite base stations survived, Fu Yunlan's understanding of the True God Sect came entirely from the propaganda of the Blue Shield Company. In their propaganda, the True God Sect was described as an evil, backward, Fu Yunlan doesn't really believe this exaggerated description of an unreasonable and evil sect, but one thing is certain, the footprints of the True God Sect have never set foot on this forgotten waste land before.

"What to do, boss?" the Mole urged.

Fu Yunlan said: "Check again from all directions, whether there are secret sentries or ambushes, it's over."

"No, it's over."

"No, it's over."

"Not here, over."

"Okay, don't kill that priest, and leave none of the others behind." Fu Yunlan ordered through the headset, "Cowboy, open fire."

The cowboy, who had been aiming for a long time, shot a strong man in the head and blew a whistle in admiration of his marksmanship.

Many gangsters didn't even know what happened. After the first gunshot, at least two or three seconds passed before they screamed and fell down. Naturally, the cowboys would not miss the opportunity. Taking the opportunity, he shot another gangster in the chest.

"Sniper!" A gangster shouted.

Although the number of gangsters is dominant, most of the gangsters have not received any decent training at all, and the mercenary group came this time with experienced veterans who cooperated tacitly. He shot at the unsuspecting bandits.

The priest whose speech was suddenly interrupted was not panicked at all. He opened his arms and shouted reverently and fanatically: "Fight! Kill! Death will be the best gift to the true God!"

When he shouted, the unilateral massacre was still going on. Most of the weapons used by the gangsters were pistols or shotguns that did not require much precision and training, and they rarely cleaned and maintained their weapons. Their effective range and regular Compared with the mercenaries, the mercenaries are simply horrible. Even if they shoot back, it is more effective in scaring, not to mention that some gangsters even died before they even had time to pull out their guns.

But there were also some gangsters who were not afraid of death, perhaps inspired by the pastor, rushed towards the place where the mercenaries were through the cover, trying to close the distance between the two sides before shooting.

However, what awaited them was the landmines planted in advance by the bomber. After stepping on and exploding four landmines in a row and killing seven or eight people by the mercenary group, no matter how the priest boosted morale, the remaining gangsters had no intentions. Let's fight again.

The little bandit leader greeted, and the rest of the gangsters withdrew towards the exit of the amusement park. It was a narrow passage with concrete walls on both sides, and it was also a blind spot for the mercenary group.

However, the so-called dead corner is just a trap that Fu Yunlan deliberately left in order to prevent the gangsters from desperately fighting to the death and causing casualties to the mercenary group. He has no intention of letting any gangsters go. The escaping gangster paid the price of several more lives before finally running to the exit passage. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Fu Yunlan yelled in the earphone: "Black Tower!"

Nearly two meters tall, a big black man in bulletproof armor appeared from the corner of the passage like a mountain of meat, carrying ammunition boxes weighing dozens of kilograms on his back, and the six-barreled machine gun in his hand let out a deafening roar.

In the narrow passage, the gangsters had no place to hide, and could only be swept down by machine guns. Their bodies were torn apart by bullets as if they were made of cream. The people standing at the back tried to retreat in panic, But it returned to the shooting range of other mercenaries.

By now, there was no suspense over the outcome of this battle.

When Fu Yunlan shot and killed the remaining gangsters, he was also observing the overall situation. He saw the empty-handed priest with his arms outstretched, shouting something, walking towards the mercenaries against the hail of bullets.

The first thought that appeared in Fu Yunlan's mind was - another crazy believer whose brain was fooled, maybe he thought that all the gangsters around him were about to die, and he was the only one standing still, no? Because Fu Yunlan's orders and the professionalism of the mercenaries were all due to the blessing of the gods.

However, what happened next surprised everyone in the mercenary group.

A dying gangster shot Heita in the arm. Protected by the bulletproof armor, Heita was unhurt, but the muzzle cocked, and before he could release the trigger, the machine gun bullets swept towards the priest.

However, the bullet began to slow down visibly with the naked eye one meter away from the priest, then stopped completely half a meter away, and then fell to the ground with a jingle.

At this time, there were no living gangsters present, and all the mercenaries were dumbfounded watching this incredible scene.

Fu Yunlan calmed down quickly after the initial shock, and ordered decisively: "Cowboy, shoot!"

The cowboy held the gun steady, aimed at the priest's chest and pulled the trigger. This time, everyone could clearly see the whole process of the bullet from decelerating to standing still.

"...what the hell?" the cowboy murmured, dumbfounded.