Chapter 1：A hand rising against the red sand (1/2)
EARTH, ATACAMA DESERT, 2020.
Most people when they think about a desert, the first thing that comes to mind is the Sahara desert, but in reality, the Atacama Desert is the driest nonpolar desert in the world, meaning, the most lethal.
A dry land, devoid of life, and red sands that spanned for an entire continent. That is the Atacama desert. The most lethal desert on Earth.
In this inhuman place, a man could be seen crossing the red sands on a motorcycle and behind him, dozens of police cars pursued him. If one looked even further, they would be able to see even a helicopter far in the sight.
Inside one of the police cars leading the pursuit.
”Sargeant, are you sure this is the man? If so, why is he so dumb to run to the desert? It's not like he can escape. It's a desert!”
”Of course it's him. We get the red alert from Interpol itself. But it's indeed strange for him to come here. It's much easier if he just stayed low in a small city.”
On Earth, only this man would do something like that.
The man in question, running on his motorcycle, looked at his gas tank to check the fuel level.
'Already in the red' thought the man.
He looked behind him and saw the number of cars in the pursuit was already a few less than before, it's not like they expected to pursue this man for miles and miles through the desert, and some of the police cars already ran out of fuel.
While still driving, the man took a bottle out of his backpack, opened the gas tank from the motorcycle, and turned the content in the gas tank. And just like that, he refueled while still driving. A thing that cars could never do. The most important thing in a pursuit like that is the size of the fuel tank. If you can't change that, you need to be able to refuel.
'A few more minutes and they will all be out of fuel' he thought.
And just like the man expected, less than 30 minutes later he could not see a car in the sight anymore.
Then he stopped the motorcycle ”Ok, it's time for a killing mix.” said the man to himself, putting on some earphones and hitting play in an old K7 player.
Then he took out a rifle from his backpack and using the motorcycle as the support he fired.
BANG
BANG
BANG
And a few miles from him, one could see a helicopter smoking from the engine and spin in the sky.
The Man turned his back and lit up a cigarette.
BOOOOM
The helicopter exploded when hitting the ground
The sound wave produced by the explosion was so loud that the long hairs of the man almost covered his face, moving like he was in the water.
”Ok, this must buy me some time before they show up again. Let's see what father buried here.” Said the man aloud while looking at a monumental sculpture of a hand that raised itself from the red sands of the Atacama desert, as if the hand wanted to rebel against the odds of such a cruel place.