Chapter 55: Recycling Stratum (Part 2/2) (1/2)
Chapter 55: Recycling Stratum (Part 2/2)
”The light rail ahead is damaged. Automatically switching over to off-road mode!”
The car’s AI had automatically issued this command and the giant Tiger Burst Jeep slid off the last connection of the light rail several seconds later. Its four wheels touched the ground, steamrolling over the shabby asphalt road and continuing to advance forward.
Twenty, thirty “professionals” were already amassed together. They were the nearby gangsters and biker members, and they shouted in a chorus. They hastened their boldness, advancing forward at higher speeds. They scraped their spiked clubs against the sides of the jeep and increased their speed, leaving behind warped and distinct scratches on the car’s body. And when they passed by the car’s windows, they produced provocative hand gestures at Crag Burst:
“Show-off swine! I’ll fuck your *ss until it explodes!”
Crag Burst’s lips split into a grin as he produced the same gestures back: “Come then! I’m just scared you won’t be hard enough!”
The cursing outside grew even more resounding, but Crag Burst didn’t pay this any mind. His eye’s swept all around, comparing the surrounding environment to the memories of his early years.
If his memory was correct, the road that the jeep was traveling on had experienced nearly thirty years of history. This was one of the main roads planned by the city in the city’s very beginnings. It linked up with several transport roads of the wilderness. The two-way twelve lane road was quite the high standard no matter how one looked at it.
But then the city’s planning underwent a gigantic change within the following several dozen years. Countless skyscrapers rose sharply from the ground and the shadows from all sides covered the ground. Building material that fell from above scattered and smashed onto the roadways. And the buildings themselves blocked the skies above the roads.
When the city gave up managing the Recycling Stratum, this road was destined to drown within layers and layers of the shadows of skyscrapers. The area’s inhabitants violated zoning laws and recklessly packed the two sides of the road with buildings.
Currently, countless eyes looked out from those buildings of all sorts of shapes and sizes. They stared at the jeep whizzing along with unclear intentions.
“Man, this damned place is still a complete mess even after so many years. What the hell has the leader of this gang been doing?”
Crag Burst had his arm resting on the frame of the spacious window. He shouted outside: “Hey! Whose territory is this? You all don’t keep good hygiene do you?”
The gangsters outside the car were a bit sluggish, but then they immediately threatened with shouts and curses that were ten times louder than before. Some people lost control. They drove their motorcycles nearby and whipped whistling steel chains into the car window with enough force to smash a man’s skull apart.
Crag Burst just raised his arm, letting the chains smash atop of it. He coiled the chains for two revolutions and gave a slight pull. The man aboard the bike was like a kite with its strings cut. He flew away from his beloved large-cylinder motorcycle, his entire body smashed across behind him.
This moment was too sudden. The clustered motor gang behind him absolutely didn’t have the time to dodge. Half of the motor squad was turned into a chaotic mess of people flying and motorcycles flipping in an instant.
“An Altered!”
No one knew who shouted these words. The accompanying motorcycle squad dispersed in all directions. Some people had already hit the brakes and stopped, giving up the chase.
But at this time, one of the motorcycles that had been near the back increased in speed, soon reaching the jeep’s side. This rider exposed a sinister grin to Crag Burst, lifted up the thick barrel of his gun with one hand, and just pulled the trigger.
An explosion sounded and the typical shotgun unleashed twelve of its eight-millimeter tungsten pellets, which covered the entire front half of the car.
The rider didn’t even look at the results. He just swung his arm back and loaded the shotgun with another shell to shoot again. But this time when he raised the muzzle of his gun, he was met with the sinister smile of Crag Burst looking down the muzzle. Crag Burst’s face was not injured at all.
A muffled thud sounded out. The rider flew off the motorcycle to cross a distance of eight car lanes. He flew into the distant zone-violating buildings.
And Crag Burst leaped out of the car window to take the place of the rider. He sat steadily on the motorcycle and with his newly seized the shotgun. This clamoring howler used this gun as a metal bat. He rushed back and forth. Smashing every one of these reckless gang members off their bikes in an instant.