Chapter 23
Chairman Tang, hold on!
The "Shin Kong Mutual Aid Association" and Lin Hui's RV slowly drove into the abandoned aircraft parts factory.
The interior space of the parts factory is surprisingly large.
Sunlight streamed through the broken glass windows of the dome, forming Tyndall effect beams in the dusty air, illuminating this steel tomb.
The massive stamping machine stood in the shadows like a dead giant, with countless rusted gears and broken pipes scattered on the ground.
Seeing this, Lin Hui's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Based on what he saw and heard during his five days of experience, this world was very similar to the American West in his previous life, with wilderness everywhere and only endless highways.
There are no humans here, as if civilization has disappeared for decades. The few buildings you see are dilapidated, and the place is teeming with zombies and other strange creatures.
The writing on the building is unlike any other writing system on Earth.
"Could this have been a civilization similar to Earth?"
"Or have the intelligent beings here turned into zombies? Or were they summoned away by the 'Road Survival Game' to participate in an escape game on another planet?"
A series of thoughts flashed through Lin Hui's mind.
"What about the intelligent life on this planet? Did they participate in the game and never come back?"
"Was the entire army wiped out?"
"Brother Lin?"
Suddenly, Tang Chuan's car pulled up beside Lin Hui. It was an Lv3 vehicle converted from an ambulance.
The vehicle also had external weapons mounted on its roof, but they were just ordinary machine guns, which a young man was operating from a control panel.
Tang Chuan rolled down the car window and handed a walkie-talkie to Lin Hui.
"With walkie-talkies, everyone can cooperate more smoothly."
Lin Hui nodded and handed the walkie-talkie directly to Su Qingqian in the passenger seat.
"Qingqian, check if there's anything wrong with this walkie-talkie."
It's always good to be cautious; if the other party tampers with the walkie-talkie, it could cause serious trouble.
"Okay!" Su Qingqian took it and examined it carefully. Under the "Specialized Equipment" setting, the structure of the walkie-talkie was clearly reflected in her black pupils.
"Boss, there's a tracking device inside, everything else is fine."
Lin Hui stroked his chin. "The tracking device is fine."
The operation began quickly.
"Squeak—"
The convoy, led by the "Shin Kong Mutual Aid Association," carefully rolled over the industrial waste scattered on the ground. The roar of the engines echoed in the enclosed space, sounding particularly jarring.
Lin Hui followed them at a distance, driving his black Lv.3 heavy-duty RV.
Behind it was Tang Chuan's heavily armed ambulance.
"Boss, the atmosphere here... seems a bit off."
Su Qingqian's clear, large eyes warily scanned the dark corners around her. "It's too quiet. Wasn't it said there were more than ten white thorns in here?"
"White Thorns are intelligent; compared to zombies, they possess a certain level of wisdom. Right now, they're like hunters, and hunters only strike when they're certain of success."
Lin Hui, with one hand on the steering wheel, answered slowly and deliberately.
With one hand, he very naturally reached into the car refrigerator and pulled out a can of iced cola, then pulled the tab with a "click".
The sound of bubbles bursting echoed inside the carriage.
"Sizzle—"
Lin Hui took a sip and sighed comfortably: "Perfect, there are free scout stones ahead, all we need to do is shout '666'."
Before he could finish speaking...
From the depths of the once-quiet factory, a sickeningly loud grinding sound suddenly rang out.
It's like countless sharp fingernails scratching at a blackboard.
"Watch out! To the left!!"
Tang Chuan's urgent shout came through the public radio ahead.
The next second, the shadow moved.
Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!
More than a dozen white afterimages shot out from behind those huge machine tools, above the beams, and even from abandoned ventilation ducts!
That's a different species of "white thorn"!
Although they were only Tier 1 and Tier 2 mutants, there were as many as fifteen or sixteen of them! They were like a group of predators who had smelled blood, and they pounced on the Lv3 modified pickup trucks at the front of the convoy.
"Fire! Fire now!!"
"Da da da da da—"
Gunshots rang out instantly, and flames danced wildly in the dimly lit factory.
However, the white thorns grew too fast.
Although several Tier 1 White Spikes were hit, the Tier 2 White Spikes nimbly dodged the machine gun fire, landed on all fours, and bounced directly onto the roof of a Lv3 modified off-road vehicle.
Although these vehicles are also Lv3, the upgrade materials used are the most ordinary steel, and their defense is not on the same level as Lin Hui's RV.
The level 2 white thorn's sharp claws pierced through the thin sheet metal of the car roof as easily as cutting tofu!
"ah--!!!"
A piercing scream came from inside the car, and blood flowed out from the cracks in the car window.
"President Tang, they're too fast! And there are obstacles everywhere, we can't hit them! Plus, they're coordinated!!" A team member's voice came through the walkie-talkie, sounding very anxious.
"Damn it!"
Tang Chuan, who was also at the back of the group, watched this scene with a grim expression.
They had also hunted level 2 White Thorns before, but that was in the wilderness. He hadn't expected that these White Thorns would be so troublesome with obstacles around them!
He grabbed the walkie-talkie abruptly and roared:
"Brother Lin! Where's your machine gun?! Open fire and suppress these White Thorns!!"
At this moment, Lin Hui's RV was parked in an excellent shooting position.
If that 25mm chain gun were to fire, it could instantly tear those white spikes that jumped onto the roof of the vehicle to shreds.
however.
The RV remained completely still.
Only the dark, gaping muzzle, like an old man taking a stroll, slowly turned twice before getting stuck.
Lin Hui's lazy voice came through the walkie-talkie, accompanied by the crunching sound of chewing potato chips:
"Click... Chairman Tang, sorry... Click... My fire control system seems to have broken when I went over the speed bump... Click... Rebooting... Hold on for now..."
"Reboot?!"
Tang Chuan was so angry that he almost crushed the walkie-talkie in his hand.
Screw your reboot!
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