"Ah......h

Crazy Ivan, who was lying on the back seat of the SUV, slowly opened his eyes, pressed his forehead, which was still aching with his right hand, and asked with a frown: "Who kicked me just now?" ”

"You fell on your own." Sam, who was sitting in the passenger seat, didn't look back, looking at the dark red earth in front of him.

This fragile land could collapse at any time, and because the motorcycle was still charging, it couldn't be started at all, and Frankenstein also decisively abandoned the modified locomotive, and instead drove an off-road vehicle with some energy left, quickly leaving the danger zone.

The shocking "Great Collapse" picture made Frankenstein make the decision to leave immediately. Fortunately, the collapse of the earth did not continue. The hint that Lin Chi had died did not appear in Frankenstein's sight.

According to Frankenstein's inference, even if Lin Chi was still alive from such a height, the chance of being crippled was as high as 95%. IN THE DARK UNDERGROUND, ONCE HE GETS THE CRIPPLE DEBUFF, IT MEANS THAT HE CAN'T COME OUT AGAIN.

Next, the battle of this two-person team was completed by himself and two followers.

In order to prevent the ground under the wheels from collapsing, Frankenstein drove the car very steadily, without any superfluous movements, and the off-road vehicle with unusually large wheels ran over the dark red dirt, and as he drove forward, the newly awakened crazy Ivan spoke again:

"Here...... Is it Leningrad? ”

"This is Mars." Frankenstein answered the question in a cold tone.

"Oh, yes, it's on Mars...... My master has fallen underground, hasn't he? The demolitionist blinked his remaining left eye, finally remembering his current situation.

"That's right." Frankenstein nodded.

"Comrade, do you think he fell underground, discovered a secret base built by the capitalists, found a huge robot inside, and then pressed the red button on the robot's body." Bang and it exploded! Crazy Ivan said with great interest.

"Your imagination is quite rich, but normal people probably don't press any red buttons." Sam glanced back at Crazy Ivan, who was sitting in the back seat.

Then, they heard a dull rumble underground, and the body of the SUV jolted, as if something had exploded deep underground.

"Huh?"

Feeling the tremors coming from underground, Sam's brows furrowed, "You probably haven't read the script, right?" ”

"It's just a guess, a guess!" Crazy Ivan is modest on his lips, but his face is already smiling, and he looks proud.

It's a pity that he didn't get complacent for a minute, and he was poured cold water by Frankenstein:

"You guessed wrong."

"Why do you say that?" Crazy Evan looked up unconvinced.

"Because your master is alive." Frankenstein is the only thing he says.

As they spoke, their SUV had driven out of the dark red plains and into a wasteland covered with rubble, and although it was unknown whether it was hollow or not, the solar-powered car, which had only been charged for a while, had run out of power again.

"Damn."

Frankenstein cursed in a rare way, pressing his hands on the steering wheel, and Sam thoughtfully opened the solar panels folded on both sides of the car and began to charge the off-road vehicle.

Needless to say, in such uncovered plains, as soon as a hostile force appears, they will be immediately discovered. However, abandoning the car and walking is undoubtedly the dumber option.

Now, we can only wait for this car to be charged.

The buggy had just stopped, and Crazy Ivan suddenly spoke, "Ah, I suddenly thought of the past again!" ”

"What's it this time again?" Sam gets out of the car and looks around, ready to deal with enemies that may come at any moment.

"In the past, one of our allies would load a large amount of explosives on a large truck and force the American prisoners they captured to be the driver." Speaking of this, Crazy Ivan looked at the horizon in the distance, and his voice revealed a little nostalgia: "Those Yankees still think they are terrorists, but they don't know that they are driving their own people, and the 'terrorists' in the mouths of Americans are only responsible for detonating bombs remotely......"

"This is indeed the act of terrorists." Sam frowned.

Before the words fell, the distant earth shook again, and a dull roar came from far and near. The three of them looked at the direction where the voice came from at the same time, and saw the outline of a giant truck, appearing in the dust and smoke at the far end.

"It's better not to talk." Sam glared at Crazy Ivan and pressed his hand to the hilt of the high-frequency knife.

It was a wild-looking horror vehicle, cast from dark red metal with blood-stained spikes and a spinning drill, and heavy metal plates welded to the cockpit at the front of the body to protect the driver.

The rear compartment of the truck has been converted into a mobile war rampart, with dozens of machine-gun mounts mounted on it, and even two turrets that appear to have been removed from tanks.

Looking at the frantic crimson chariot from far and near, Frankenstein also frowned slightly:

How did they get this stuff?

Judging from the shape of this chariot made of scrap metal, it is obviously not the equipment of scientists, but the criminal tribes of Mars should not be able to get this kind of equipment......

The three people present were preparing to deal with this crazy killing weapon when they heard the roar of industrial metal, which sounded from the horn mounted on the body:

The song played by the other party was like a German chariot (Rammstein), which was indeed very in line with the wild style of Mars, and in the low and magnetic roar of the lead singer, mixed with a man's laughter:

"We are the 'Boar Tribe', goodbye, poor worm!"

"Hah, leave this level of enemy to me......" Sam said and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Frankenstein:

"I'll come." Frankenstein's orders are succinct.

"You...... May I? Sam raised the corners of his mouth into a sly smile as he looked back at his unusually thin "master".

He's also seen Frankenstein's combat prowess, and it's generally within the range of ordinary human warriors. Sam knew that his master was not on the same level as himself in terms of combat level.

It stands to reason that it is more reliable to go out on your own. But Sam didn't object, just stood sideways, bent down slightly, and made a "please" gesture to Frankenstein:

"I respect your choice."

"Protect the car." Frankenstein gestured to the off-road vehicle that was parked in place.

"Leave it to me." Sam nodded respectfully.

"These enemies are so interesting, my new bomb can blow them up into the sky!" Crazy Ivan was about to open his backpack and rummage through it, but he was knocked unconscious by Sam with the handle of his knife, and his body slid down softly against the body of the off-road vehicle.

"This is your stage." Sam stared at the speeding heavy truck, and Frankenstein stepped forward to meet the truck, donning his optical camouflage cape, his figure like erased handwriting, and disappeared into thin air in an instant.

The driver of the truck apparently also noticed that the enemy was invisible, and the playing metal music suddenly stopped, replaced by a nervous male voice:

"Fool, this little trick can't stop the boar! The book of Revelation tells us that the wild boar is the master of the planet! ”

"That's why you worship a pig?" Sam raised an eyebrow disdainfully.

Seeing that his master had entered a state of invisibility, the swordsman was not idle, and suddenly exerted force under his feet, striding towards the truck, and before he could rush to the front of the truck, several machine gun towers operated by people on the body had been aimed at his body.

"Hahaha!"

The maniacs operating the machine guns, their faces covered in cyan tattoos behind their masks, smiling and aiming at enemies who seemed to be killing themselves, ready to blast anyone who dared to stand in front of the car to pieces as usual.

But this time, it's not that simple......

Five double-barreled heavy machine guns with a rate of fire of 4,000 rounds per minute rained down large-caliber bullets the thickness of a little finger at Sam's location, sending rubble flying on the ground, and the smoke and dust from the explosion temporarily obscured their vision.

"Die! Die! Die! ”

The clansmen who fired the shots shouted in unison, like cultists in a state of madness. The speeding truck broke through the smoke and ran over where Sam had been standing. The clansmen on the side of the car looked down at the same time, and the shouting suddenly stopped:

- No one?

They immediately realized that the suppressive fire just now had not touched a single hair of the enemy. But the worse was yet to come, as the heavy body suddenly began to tilt to the right, and the two wheels on the right left the body directly and rolled out diagonally forward, drawing two irregular arcs.

"Before you drive out, you should check if the chassis of the car is broken." Sam's figure flashed and suddenly appeared directly behind the truck. The whole person was unharmed, and the high-frequency knife had already withdrawn its scabbard.

"Kill him! Kill him! ”

The members of the Boar Clan, who had never been teased in this way, were furious, and the turret of the tank mounted on the back of the carriage began to rotate slowly, aiming at where Sam was standing.

Bang!

A blazing fireball flew into the air, along with the deformed turret, and the metal fragments from the explosion of the turret shot out at a very high speed close to the speed of sound, directly cutting off the head of the nearest member of the Boar tribe who was operating the machine gun.

"Ahhhh

Seeing the explosion of the impregnable war barrier, the members of the tribe who were operating the machine guns began to wail, as if watching the supreme emperor die before their eyes, and even their faith was destroyed.

When the "sacred" faith is shattered, outright hatred ensues:

"Break him to pieces! Honor our sacred chariots! ”

The Heavy began to roar, and the driver turned around, making a sharp turn and charging back towards Sam.

Facing the oncoming crimson chariot, Sam smiled slightly and said in a low voice:

"Come out, my summoned beast."

"I'm not a summoning beast."

With a cold sound, the head of one of the heavys suddenly left his body, leaving only the headless corpse still spurting blood in the machine gun tower. Before the gunner in the other machine gun tower next to him could react, he saw the headless corpse also fly out of his seat, and the unmanned machine gun suddenly turned its muzzle and aimed at itself.

At the last moment of his life, the bald man with a face covered in cyan lines, his cloudy eyes widened, and he muttered to himself, "Evil God ......"

In the muzzle of the machine gun with an ultra-high rate of fire, a two-meter-long fire burst out, and the large-caliber bullets that came at close range blasted the gunner and the gun into scattered fragments in the sky, and the metal mixed with flesh and blood was scattered behind the car and landed on the burning ground.

"Gods...... Betrayed us! ”

Witnessing the unbelievable scene, another gunner who was using a heavy machine gun nearby, shouted something in panic, while aiming the muzzle of the gun at the machine gun tower, which was supposed to be unmanned, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Gunfire rang out, and the machine gunners on this war fortress entered a state of panic. They began to fire at various unoccupied positions, but no matter how much they resisted, the carnage continued.

"Ahhh

A machine gunner who was aiming at the ground and firing was cut open by an invisible killer, and the cold air at minus 20 degrees poured into the trachea, killing him in an instant. The next person to be beheaded was the operator of another machine-gun tower five meters away.

"It's an evil god...... The evil gods are going to kill us! ”

The members of the Boar Tribe, who were not afraid of the Entity Enemy, were clearly beyond their reach to be executed by their invisible enemies.

As one of the strongest criminal tribes on Mars, the Boar Tribe follows the "Zeatic Route" unlike the Wolf Tribe, which is outnumbered. In order to increase the loyalty of the members, completely control these murderous criminals. After years of brewing, the leader of the wild boar tribe created a "Wild Boar God Cult", brainwashed them in various ways, and turned the believers into loyal believers of the "Wild Boar God"!

These fanatics, who have lost their minds, have long forgotten that there is such a thing as "optical camouflage". After all, in their opinion, no one on Mars has their technological powers, except for the evil heretical sect "Scientists". Because—

"Our weapons were given by the boar god! Don't be conquered by evil gods—"

Before the Heavy could finish his sentence, he was grabbed by an invisible hand, thrown out of the car roughly, and slammed into the rocky ground, spurting blood from thirty-seven wounds all over his body at the same time.

"The absurd beliefs of mankind...... What a hassle. Frankenstein whispered.

Receiving a message from his master over the radio, Sam laughed, turned and walked towards the buggy:

"Human beings need spiritual sustenance, otherwise it will be very empty." He said.

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