Start with a Mechanical Hunter

Chapter 172: Flame Motorcycle Party

Chapter 172 Flame Motorcycle Party

The **** of radiation and fire, the ruling force is the “Flaming Motorcycle Party”, a powerful indigenous warlord in the land of flames.

Due to the high concentration of radiation environment in the barren area, there are particularly many mutant natives here, and a considerable number of them are powerful mutants.

In other words, superpowers.

And that ‘God’ is the most powerful one among them. He occupied the Fire Pass in the Land of Fire and collected the toll for passing the caravan.

At the same time, he also occupied a water source in the land of flames, and all the natives who depended on this source of water to survive must pay him taxes.

And his strongest point is that he can mass-produce mutant armies.

‘Flame Boy’, ‘Motor Spearman’, ‘Hairless Burner’, ‘Slaughterer’.

An indigenous force actually has four ‘low-level combat arms’, which is incredible.

At this time, the land of flames, the roaring fountain.

This is a water-fetching festival once a month, and a large number of naked genetic slaves gather in front of the Roaring Spring.

Most of these genetic slaves are skinny and skinny, and they may be covered in a robe.

Saber Tamil, clad in a burlap robe, blends in with these genetic slaves.

According to the statement of several colleagues who have mixed into the interior, that is, this ‘Flaming Motorcycle Party’ has mastered a technology, which can allow its subordinates to master powerful power by extracting the mutant blood of the indigenous people.

And the monthly water collection day is also the bloodletting day.

It is with this balance of blood and water that the ‘Flaming Motorcycle Party’ has become the most powerful force in the vicinity.

It’s not that there are no resisters, but watching the flames close the heads of that row, you know the fate of the resisters.

Tamil has long been hard-hearted. He came here not to save these slaves, but to connect with his colleagues who sneaked in, get the latest information, and prepare for future wars.

The revenge of the boss must be executed!

As a standard martial arts hunter, Tamil can be described as a diehard loyalist of the standard high-tech workers. He is the kind who picks up a small notebook and writes down famous quotes on the spot.

He found a corner and sat down. According to the agreement, Nei Ying would take advantage of the water collection day to spread the news.

This flame pass is a bit similar to their No. 2 base. This “Flaming Motorcycle Party” is also located on a cliff. The predecessor of this cliff seems to be a dam.

Soon, the ‘flame boys’ hung down along the mechanical cables.

These ‘flame boys’ have no hair on their bodies, their skin is pale, and there are many burn marks on their bodies. They screamed wildly, smeared alcohol on their bodies, then ignited their skin and let the flames burn wildly.

Tamil finally knows where these freak burns come from.

But he could vaguely feel that as the flames burned, the aura of these monsters seemed to strengthen a little bit.

The Water Festival is about to begin, and the condition for joining the Water Festival is a bowl of blood.

Tamil didn’t hesitate at all, just put a bowl of blood as a ticket.

In front of him, several genetic slaves fainted because of too much bloodletting.

There is only one end of being unable to provide blood, and that is to die of thirst.

Soon, the seven small openings on the sluice opened, and the water spurted out, and everyone fell into a short-lived carnival.

The flames on the bodies of the flame boys were also extinguished with the flow of water, and there were terrifying burn marks on their pale skin.

Two figures crossed each other.

Tamil had a note tucked into his hand.

“Maybe the boss will be interested in this news.”

Tamil’s spirit is lifted, and the news that can interest the boss is definitely a credit.

It wasn’t a day or two that he remembered the transformation of Daisyela.

After    received the news, Tamil was about to leave, but a movement caught his attention.

A flaming old boy with no yellow teeth was grabbing a teenage girl and pulling him inside.

The companions had no other emotions than panic.

Every water festival is also the concubine election meeting of the Flame Locomotive Party.

Tamil watched this scene expressionlessly, turned around and left.

The next moment, gunshots sounded.

Behind   Tamil, Apu, the real hunter, was blowing a modified revolver and grinning.

“How can a real man die without saving him?”

After the    pretense, Cowboy Apu picked up the little girl and ran, whistling, and the next moment, the plasma horse ran over from a distance.

‘This idiot! ’

Tamil scolded secretly, without any hesitation, the soles of his feet stomped on the ground, the newly installed military engine roared, and the whole person took off in the air, two red knives were unsheathed, and they cut horizontally and vertically. Several crossbow arrows flew away.

His back fell in the eyes of the little girl behind him, and was deeply imprinted in his memory.

“Haha, as expected of a man from the martial arts faction, can’t you help yourself?”

Apu laughed, and after helping the little **** the horse, he stretched out his palm.

Tamil grabbed it, got on his horse, and said coldly: “The boss’s big thing is broken, let’s see how I clean up you!”

“Hahaha, how can a hunter die!”

“Humans are animals, and hunters are the profession of murder. No excuse can hide this fact.”

The two were bickering, and the plasma horse under the crotch neighed and began to run wildly.

The next moment, the door of the flames closed, and the convertibles roared out. Every part of these convertibles was full of spikes and long needles, and the locomotive spearmen were screaming wildly above, some of them spit. Agni, some shoot from the sky, and their main weapon is also very interesting, a grenade spear.

A spearman’s convertible rushed to the plasma horse, his spear aimed at the backs of the three, and threw it violently.

However, Apu was like a prophet, and the monomolecular wire rope on his wrist popped out violently, tying the grenade gun in mid-air, his wrist flicked flexibly, and the spear flew upside down.

The    grenade spear was inserted right into the hood of a convertible.

The next moment, a terrifying explosion sounded instantly.

“Brother, thank me for saving your life,” Apu laughed.

“You should thank the boss for the hand nerve reconstruction for you.”

Tamil didn’t appreciate it at all. He looked back and saw a total of eleven convertibles chasing after him, and each of them spewed a lot of black smoke, giving people the feeling that the devil had descended on the world.

The genetic girl was trembling with fright.

“Can’t fight here,” Tamil glanced behind him.

“Find a place with cover and call someone!”

Apu still doesn’t care and smiles: “How did the blood knife brother who has always been unwilling to owe others’ favors changed his temper today?”

“Don’t talk nonsense, run fast!”

“okay!”

The next moment, Apu’s dreadlocks were entangled with the plasma horse’s mane.

“Catch it!”

The plasma horse seems to be powered by power, with a nitrogen jet opening on both sides of the waist, and the horse’s legs also began to split, and the four-legged drive became an eight-legged drive.

The next moment, in the violent nitrogen jet, the plasma horse rode to the dust.

(end of this chapter)