Chapter 1176 - 18VS200! (2/2)

The Aurora-20 flew by, and the powerful 20mm machinegun fired a hailstorm of bullets, shredding the entire street.

The man sitting in the truck only heard a homing noise. Before he could even think of what could be happening, he and the truck turned into dust.

When the dust dissipated, mourning sounds ensued.

The raiders who fortunately escaped climbed out through the burning steels, dragged their bloody corpses forward, or cried at the edge of the bullet craters

The countless blank sights gazed out from the shadows of the street.

It was already afternoon, and the most debilitating part of the zombie’s day was almost over. Attracted by screams and explosions, the zombies limped into the messy battlefield and began searching.

“Don’t, don’t come close to me!” A raider raised his rifle in horror, looking at the zombies beginning to surround him, he desperately tried to move backward. Then due to his fear, he temporarily forgot about the excruciating pain.

Some raiders simply gave up, picked up their pistols, and pulled the trigger against their temple.

The whole street turned into hell…

“Fi… fighters?”

Next to Jiang Chen, Zhao Qiuran was astonished as her mouth hung wide open and her gaze fixated on the dust in the distance.

Although the Aurora-20 quickly pierced into the cloud again, with her dynamic vision and reflex, she still captured the afterimage of the fighter.

She had roamed on the wasteland for several years. She had seen Death Claws, Mud Crabs, and all kinds of powerful and invincible mutants. However, it was the first time she saw fighters, something that only lived in the conversations of the Blue Skins.

“Civilized people’s weapons,” Jiang Chen smiled and walked to a bench on the side of the road. He sat up, crossed his legs, and then slowly said, “I said, you will soon know who is the lunatic.”

When she looked at the man sitting on the bench, Zhao Qiuran gulped subconsciously.

She asked herself how many times she danced on the fine line between life and death. She had encountered countless powerful lone travelers, mercenaries, and raiders. However, for the first time, she developed a deep fear of someone.

Even the Mother of the Death Claws did not make her so scared.

She once thought that there were two kinds of tyrants on the wasteland. One was the leader of a settlement, like Ding Liwei and Wan Peng that commanded thousands, and the other was the powerful lone traveler that could kill Death Claws with one shot.

But now, the man in front of her refreshed her worldview.

Even if the two types of tyrant stood in front of him, they would be minuscule, powerless.

Just when Zhao Qiuqi was zoned out, Jiang Chen spoke again.

“Don’t stand there just like that, it takes time even to kill two hundred chickens.” Jiang Chen patted the empty seat next to him. “Come here.”

She did not refuse.

Zhao Qiuran mechanically walked to Jiang Chen’s side and sat down stiffly.

Just as she restlessly sat down, Jiang Chen took out a lighter and lit a cigarette before speaking without any emotion.

“You said you owe me a favor. Now is a good time.”

Zhao Qiuran subconsciously asked.

“How can I help?”

“Can you not sense the spiritual mark?” Jiang Chen gestured the two guards next to him to spread out before taking a Rubik’s cube out from his pocket. Then, he gently put it down on the bench, “From now on, look closely.”