Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

Chapter 60 Welcome to the land of nuclear peace

In the vast desert, the sky is filled with lead clouds that never go away.

A small four-hoofed beast about fifteen feet tall, with a stocky body and rough skin like sandpaper, was originally chewing leisurely in a twisted forest.

However, he was soon startled by the thunder-like footsteps in the distance and pricked up his melon leaf-shaped ears.

After hesitating for a while, the little beast quickly lowered its body and wandered further away, avoiding the ferocious predators that might appear.

And not far from the Twisted Forest.

A sand dune protruding like a grave mound is not eye-catching.

Inside, at this moment, there was a sound of "puff puff puff" releasing the air pressure.

A column of white air broke through the large floating sand on the surface, revealing the true face of the "grave mound".

That was actually an extremely thick steel door!
The exterior of the gate was painted an easy-to-conceal khaki color, and only in the center was a gray mark of broken gears.

Accompanied by a mechanical bite, the steel door opened from the inside to the outside, and the door was even more amazingly thick than imagined.

It is more than ten feet thick, and its overall shape is like a huge red wine cork made of steel.

Manpower alone can't push it at all, so it's no wonder that mechanical power is needed.

This is a very hidden refuge, and judging from the thickness of the steel gate, it is not impossible to say that it can resist nuclear explosions.

And at the moment when the door was fully opened.

A wild-style armored vehicle rushed out of it like a bull, and the big and somewhat exaggerated wheels rolled up sand three feet high!

The armored vehicle drove to the edge of the Twisted Jungle.

A head with a red mohawk hairstyle sticks out from the porthole of the armored vehicle, with some crooked eyes, staring at the crater-like footprints left by the small beast on the ground.

The distinctive hoof prints made him let out a roar of excitement.

"Lei... Lei Lei... Captain Lei, this is a giant herbivorous beast, let's send it!"

But soon, the red Mohawk head was roughly dragged into the car. A muscular black-skinned man quickly closed the side window, and smashed the anti-radiation hood on the Mohawk's face. He had a nosebleed.

"Dor! Lao... Labor and management have long been unhappy with you! Today, you must stab the barrel of the gun into your @#, and then poke it out of your throat!"

The red Mohawk raised his hand and wiped his sore nose, and when he saw blood, he was furious.

He picked up a large-caliber shotgun from behind the seat, loaded it with a click, and was about to do it, but was stopped by a thick arm.

The one who stopped him was an old white man in the carriage. Although he was old, his short white hair stood up like steel needles. He was a tough guy with firm eyes.

He scolded in a hoarse voice:

"Maeve! Dole is saving you!"

"It's all radiation outside. In less than 3 minutes, a malignant tumor will grow in your congenitally atrophied brain, squeezing your insufficient intracranial space!"

"Are you looking for death!"

The red Mohawk looked in awe of the old white man in front of him, blinked his crooked eyes twice, lowered his head like a child who made a mistake, and stammered, explaining: "I forgot about radiation, Ray... Captain Red, the doctors in the shelter said that I... I probably won't live to be 25 years old... So, it doesn't matter..."

The white old man named Captain Red was choked up, his eyes suddenly flashed with complexity, and his anger dissipated.

He touched the red Mohawk's head dejectedly, then sat back in his original position, and then sighed, with a heavy and desolate meaning.

The always irritable Captain Reid didn't teach himself a lesson, which instead made the red Mohawk feel uneasy. With a pair of not-so-intelligent eyes, he secretly observed the old man's face.

"Captain Red, the giant herbivorous beast that appeared near the refuge is expected to be moderately aggressive and less threatening. It is initially evaluated as a D-rank giant beast that is suitable for hunting. Do you want to continue tracking it?"

A rather magnetic female voice broke the frozen atmosphere in the car, and even a few strong men in the back row took the opportunity to whistle cheerfully at the driver's seat.

The driver of the armored vehicle was a capable young woman, probably due to years of wind and sand erosion, her skin was rough and her hair was withered and yellow, but her pair of black pupils were bright and her figure was in good shape.

It is a rare beauty in this desperate wasteland.

"Sasha, keep tracking. There are not many supplies in the shelter. It is unlikely that you will encounter a D-class giant beast once in a few months. You can't miss it!"

The old man Red stabilized his mind, checked the weapons and equipment around him, and then ordered: "Except for Sasha, all combatants should check their equipment immediately and wear a full set of radiation protection suits!"

"Yes!!"

Accompanied by the low roar of the armored vehicle, the huge tires rubbed against the ground violently, and they chased in the direction of the prey.

Because this time, the D-rank giant beast appeared close to the shelter, and the little four-hoofed beast was basically attracted by the food just after running a few kilometers, wandering around and eating at the same time.

Therefore, the tracking of the armored vehicle did not take much effort, saving a lot of time, and there were no accidents that were often encountered during long-distance hunting in the past.

Soon, a small four-hoofed beast with a height of about fifteen feet appeared on the horizon of the desert. The old man Red wore protective clothing, opened the sunroof of the armored vehicle, and swiftly set up a sniper rifle with an astonishing caliber.

Looking at the caliber, it is more appropriate to call it a cannon than a gun.

In order to resist the recoil, the contact parts of the firearm and the human body adopt a special hydraulic structure, which can avoid the joke of shocking oneself to death after firing a shot.

"To giant beasts, we are like mice or ants, and will not directly cause alertness, so this first shot is very important, and it is best to hit the eye!"

"In this way, even if the giant beast attacks us, we have a greater chance of avoiding it, and wait for it to become weak before counterattacking with heavy firepower!"

"Usually at times like this, the giant beast will flee in panic, and we will chase after it all the way. After its blood is drained, we can successfully harvest a large amount of resources!"

"They are just huge in size and strong in vitality. They are still beasts in essence, so don't be afraid!"

While squinting his eyes, old man Red pointed his sniper scope at the giant in front of him, while explaining his thoughts to other people in the car through the walkie-talkie.

He is undoubtedly an experienced hunter. Even on a bumpy armored vehicle, facing a giant beast as tall as a city wall, his palms did not sweat at all, his breathing gradually calmed down, and he waited for the moment when the front sight took aim.

call!
Old Man Red gently exhaled all the air in his lungs, his rough fingers gradually getting on the trigger.

The water tank-sized eyes of the four-hoofed beast seem to be right in front of the muzzle.

It's now!

The old man pulled the trigger sharply.

boom! !

The blue gunfire flashed away, and the special armor-piercing bullet flew out from the muzzle of the gun, spanning hundreds of meters, and was about to hit the target.

However, the space was slightly distorted, and a purple-robed figure suddenly appeared, just intercepting the ballistic trajectory!

"what?!"

The old man Red was shocked and could hardly believe what he saw through the sniper scope. He even wondered if he was too old to have hallucinations!
(End of this chapter)