Colonial Suit

The sharp, wild wind rampaged across the wasteland. But Karisha's mood was excellent.

Because he had encountered two fat sheep today.

God knows how much luck it takes to find a fat sheep in the wasteland of this damned planet x35. His Sandworm Squad hadn't made a kill in half a month. People always thought being a wolf was so pleasant, but Karisha knew that a wolf would go hungry for a long time before finding its sheep.

His Sandworm Squad was a small wolf, not worth mentioning in this area. So life wasn't very comfortable. Without fat sheep, they couldn't even get a cup of bitter weed wine.

But today his luck was good. He encountered two fat sheep in a row. The first one even held the Lord's pass and wanted him to let them through. Haha, who would give a damn about that damn Lord's face? When hungry, the only thing Karisha feared was not having prey. So he personally chopped off the head of that fat sheep's leader, robbing the small caravan clean. Besides getting a lot of ore, he also snatched a few young girls as slaves. These were hot commodities in some gathering points.

This was his second fat sheep today. Karisha thanked the heavens for giving him another chance to make a fortune. After this, he could stay out of the hunt for half a year. As for that damn Lord's pass, Karisha wouldn't leave any survivors when he hunted. Let those pig-dog ghosts go and complain.

"Faster! Faster! We're about to catch up! Rob them of their wealth, kill all the men!" Karisha shouted spiritedly, standing on the leading giant motorcycle of the bandit gang. Behind him was a chorus of wolf-like howls.

The blood of the Sandworm Squad's thirty-plus bandits was boiling, everyone's eyes were red. They howled and desperately twisted the throttles. They waved their blood-stained weapons, like a pack of mad wolves. Pairs of bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at the small black dots on the horizon, their second fat sheep.

"Hey, Pig Tooth, are you sure you sent the signal? Why haven't they stopped!" Seeing that the fat sheep ahead showed no signs of stopping, Karisha couldn't help but ask loudly.

"Of course, Boss, how could I ignore your order. I swear by my mother's name, I definitely sent the signal!" A bandit as fat as a pig replied. His body was covered in tattoos.

"Your mother was eaten by you long ago! Don't try to fool me!" Karisha scolded impatiently, then stuck out his tongue and licked the corner of his mouth.

"Damn fat sheep, you're making me waste gas. Don't they know that fuel is expensive on this damned planet? I'll definitely kill them all with my own hands later! Leave no one alive!"

"Boss, you were planning to do that even if they didn't run." Pig Tooth grinned, revealing a bloodthirsty red glint in his small eyes.

The wind was strong today, destined to stain the yellow sand with blood.

The Sandworm Squad's motorcycles were extremely fast. In this wilderness, even if the caravan's vehicles had six wheels, they couldn't escape. So, in a short while, Karisha saw the vehicles ahead begin to gather, arranging themselves into a circular defensive formation.

"Ha, these damn fat sheep, it seems they don't want to surrender obediently. Maybe I should repent, have I been too merciful lately?"

"Boss, you've never been merciful."

"Bullshit, Pig Tooth, if you dare answer me back again, believe it or not, I'll stuff your head up your ass? I'm Karisha, known as the Merciful Lord Karisha! It's just that others don't understand my mercy. Don't you think that in this hellish apocalypse, only death is the most merciful gift? I think they won't have to worry about dinner at least. Because they will spend it in heaven. Where food is plentiful!"

"Haha. We believe that, Boss. So let's do it. I see they have a few women, nice women! Can I have some fun?"

"I approve it!" Karisha replied with great flair.

The bandit gang rapidly approached the vehicle formation. Under the terrified gazes of the caravan members, they began to circle the formation. Burly men rode on large motorcycles, desperately waving their blood-stained weapons, emitting bursts of ghostly howls. Their bodies were so strong, covered with tattoos. Their eyes were so fierce, looking at the travelers as if they were lambs.

"Awoo... kill, kill those annoying pig-dogs!"

"Ha, beautiful women, I'm going to have some fun!"

"Fat sheep, we can have a late-night snack tonight!"

The ear-piercing howls stimulated the caravan members to tremble. Women and children had long been driven into the vehicles. In the middle of the vehicle formation, Old Vick gathered more than twenty relatively strong men. He was encouraging them, but the usually brave men mostly turned pale at this moment. Some even suggested to Old Vick.

"Chief... I think, we can't beat them... Why don't we follow the rules?"

"Because we don't have enough resource reserves!" Old Vick replied with a grim face, his eyes never leaving the bandits outside. He was a veteran caravan leader, so he could sense the special nature of these bandits. Their eyes were too fierce, not at all like they were going to follow the rules. Old Vick knew that not all bandits would follow the survival rules of the Great Wasteland. The name of the Lord's pass only worked for a few bandit gangs. To survive in the wasteland, most people still had to rely on their own strength.

It was a pity that the triple-barreled shotgun had no bullets. Otherwise, Old Vick was sure that these bandits would retreat. Bandits were greedy, but few were willing to risk their lives for prey.

"Prepare yourselves. We usually feed you so that you can be useful at this time." Old Vick turned to face the guard members, shouting fiercely. "Think about your children, your women. If the bandit gang succeeds this time, none of them will survive. Believe me, these guys are more cruel than you think."

"But..." A guard wanted to say something, but found that Old Vick's eyes had changed. They had become a bit similar to the bandits outside. He immediately closed his mouth.

"Remember." Old Vick said grimly. "I'm not a philanthropist. The caravan feeds you. If you don't play a role at a critical time, then you will know that I will not be more merciful than the bastards outside."

"Now, go do your job."

Following Old Vick's order, more than twenty trembling guards climbed onto the top of the vehicle formation, holding crude spears to confront the bandits. Seeing this scene, Karisha let out an ear-piercing laugh. With a wave of his hand, a bandit immediately threw out the lasso in his hand, accurately lassoing a guard and pulling him down. In the guard's pig-slaughtering screams, he was dragged behind the motorcycle and rolled. His skin rubbed against the gravel of the wasteland, quickly turning into a bloody mess.

"Hiss!" Seeing the bandits so ferocious, the other guards immediately took a cold breath. Their already pale faces became even more bloodless. Some of the guards even wet their pants in fear.

"No, we can't beat them! We're going to die!" A guard cried.

"We'll die anyway if we don't drive them away." Old Vick's eyes didn't even twitch. He replied coldly. "Hold your positions. If the bandits come up, use your spears to pierce their throats!"

"I... I don't dare to do it! I'm scared! I haven't killed anyone yet!"

"Then congratulations, this is your first time."

"Wuwuwuwu..."

The guard's crying became louder. Seeing this scene, the bandits let out an ear-piercing roar of laughter. One by one, they stood on the motorcycles and made obscene gestures. One of the bandits even took off his pants, took out his dick, and waved it at the guards.

"Ha, little brats, you haven't even seen blood, what kind of men are you? Go back home!"

"Open the vehicle formation and let the grandpas in. Maybe the grandpas will be happy and leave you a whole corpse!"

"A bunch of kids who can't even kill people, how can you live in this world. Die, this is the grace bestowed upon you by the Merciful Lord Karisha."

The bandits shouted madly, but didn't really charge the formation. Just like what Old Vick said, they were not willing to risk their lives for prey. Unless their Merciful Lord Karisha opened his mouth.

"Hehe." Standing on the giant motorcycle at the rear, Karisha was mockingly watching the vehicle formation. He was not in a hurry, there was still some time before dark. He could slowly wait for the other party to be scared out of their wits. Then he would swaggeringly accept the prey. As an experienced old bandit, he knew that it was not appropriate to attack this crude vehicle formation head-on. The guards hiding behind the vehicle formation could injure his subordinates with crude spears. Even children could do such a simple action.

So he was willing to wait, and could afford to wait. When night fell, even if the other party didn't surrender, they would be dead. Darkness would allow his subordinates to kill the other party like killing chickens.

The smile on his face became more and more ferocious. Karisha decided that when he broke through the vehicle formation later, he would definitely pull out every man and cut off their legs. Then he would throw them into the wasteland to be food for mutant beasts. He believed that it would be very exciting when they saw themselves being eaten into their stomachs by mutant beasts bit by bit. They would regret their resistance now.

But just as he was thinking about his success, he suddenly heard a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air. Before Karisha could react, a bandit standing in front of him suddenly screamed, and the whole person flew out like he had been hit by a truck. He flew more than five meters before falling to the ground.

In his chest, a crude spear revealed a trembling wooden shaft. It pinned him firmly to the sandy ground.

The field suddenly fell silent. All the bandits stared in surprise at the corpse on the ground, unable to believe that it was the same companion who was still alive just now. Then, they heard a low voice from the vehicle formation.

"...Threw it off course."