The Villain Knight Doesn't Want to Be a Hero

——This idiot will definitely not live for more than two days.

If people living in this world, especially the wandering tribes who are running around to make a living, see this, they will definitely make such an evaluation of Lin Qiao.

After all, in such a harsh environment, not carrying any supplies is basically the same as seeking death.

The big sun above your head alone is enough to kill you. It won't take long for you to get heat stroke, and then your body will be completely dried before it rots.

And to be fair, vehicles like motorcycles are not suitable for long-distance travel in the desert.

First of all, the space for loading supplies is naturally not large due to its small size. The supplies that can be carried with you are limited. If you can't rush out of the desert before you run out of supplies, you'd better pray to God for a good life in the next life.

Secondly, it's the driving experience. There is no enclosed environment like a car. You can eat a mouthful of sand with just a deep breath. If you drive faster, the sand will scratch your skin. More importantly, in the hot environment of the desert, it's really uncomfortable without air conditioning.

.... But all of the above are ineffective for Lin Qiao.

His body was not covered in dust by the sandstorm along the way, but was no different from before.

The shielding field that protected his body was like a protective shield, effectively blocking the wind and sand and ultraviolet rays... although the latter was not needed.

The life restricted zone for humans was completely unobstructed for him.

However, in addition to the harsh natural environment, when facing certain crisis situations, cars are much more reliable than motorcycles.

At least the former only needs a little modification to greatly increase its sturdiness, so that one's life and property can be guaranteed to a certain extent.

In this barren land, you can go out and enjoy the scenery along the way without worrying about encountering hungry beasts.

After all, with the deterioration of the natural environment and the outbreak of various wars, it is a rare thing to encounter wild, living carnivores.

Therefore, the most dangerous people are people!

In particular, there is no shortage of people who take risks in this world, that is, the Random Sword Society.

They are composed of various wanderer tribes, robbers, criminals and abandoned children.

Strictly speaking, "Luan Dao Hui" is not an organization, but a nickname for a type of people.

They are like mobile gangs, just gathering in groups of three or five to fight each other. Even if people from the same Luan Dao Hui meet, they will kill each other.

By the way, because most people can't tell the difference between Luan Dao Hui and vagrants, and the government deliberately stigmatizes vagrants, this has led to innocent vagrants being shot and successfully dragged into the water by Luan Dao Hui, and their reputation in the eyes of ordinary people has plummeted.

After walking for an unknown period of time, the traces on the ground attracted Lin Qiao's attention.

Although the high-speed motorcycle only kept the picture in his field of vision for less than a few seconds, it was enough.

Lin Qiao saw the traces clearly, which were left by the tires slipping on the road.

The broken road signs and the remains of the abandoned bus shelters were not very conspicuous in the environment full of yellow sand and Gobi.

And farther away, an off-road vehicle with a wild style but severely deformed body overturned there after rushing out of the road for a long way.

The burning flames burned the paint of the skull outside black.

There were more than ten bullet holes near the driver's door, and it seemed that the driver was deliberately shot.

The tragic traces made it difficult to say whether the driver and the passengers in the car were killed by the impact or burned to death.

But what is certain is that the accident should have happened not long ago, which can be seen from the raging flames on the car.

This is a chase.

And this chase definitely did not stop here.

Lin Qiao was very sure of this.

The bullet holes and blood plasma on the road extended all the way to a far place.

"Robbery?"

Lin Qiao speculated.

I just don't know who the robbed party is... I hope it's the company.

After turning a corner, a bus with black smoke stopped on the side of the road. There were dense bullet holes on it, and at least three or four hundred bullets were fired.

Twenty or so gunmen surrounded the bus, and there were several off-road vehicles with similar paint styles as the one that was overturned on the ground before.

Chapter 289 This fucked up world

"..... Haven't you contacted Winter yet?"

Around the bus, a big guy who was two times bigger than the others leaned against the car and asked impatiently.

"Not yet, but I guess we can't contact them. When I turned the corner just now, I seemed to see their car on fire."

"Damn, bad luck!"

The big guy spat, and at this time, several gunshots were heard from the bus, and several survivors in the car died because of it.

"And you guys, are you done? Have you found that lousy reporter?"

"We found the boss, but only half of his face is left..."

"Just find him! Hurry up and bring him down to me and put him in the trunk. Damn it, I must ask that company dog ​​for compensation this time!"

The two members of the Luan Dao Society in the bus threw a body out of the window of the bus. Just as they said before, the other party only had half of his face left.

To be honest, they didn't know this unlucky guy, nor did they know anyone in the car.

All this was done simply because the other party offended someone who shouldn't have been offended - that is, someone in the company.

Of course, as a member of the Random Sword Club, they don't care about the rights and wrongs involved.

Even if they are corporate dogs, they won’t be surprised if they do something shameful. Anyway, as long as they are willing to pay...

But who would have thought that a reporter would carry a weapon with him and be so damn good at shooting! ?

I originally thought it was just a business to give away money, but I didn’t expect to lose a car full of people!

Although there are fewer people left, the amount of money each of them will get increases, but it is difficult to do things with less people...and that car is worth a lot of money!

What's more important is that the corporate boss may not accept their request for a price increase.

grass! The more I think about it, the more angry I get!

boom! boom!

He picked up the shotgun called the Crusher and fired several shots at the corpse with only half of its face, completely breaking off the limbs.

The splashing flesh foam made the road a little more bloody and made him feel a little better. He spat thick phlegm on the remaining half of the young reporter's face.

"By the way, if you remove those people's prosthetics, you should be able to sell them for some money, right?"

"It's hard to say. Maybe the money spent on dismantling it will be more than selling it. After all, these people are not using high-end products."

Most of the people who can make such a self-driving bus are not rich people, and even if they are equipped with prosthetics, they are basically cheap goods, or even knock-offs.

It was troublesome to dismantle and sold infrequently.

"And the signal interference will be ineffective after a while, and the car will start moving again."

The person who said this is a network hacker... Of course, if you really want to say it, he is actually just a dilettante who committed a crime, otherwise he would not be in this kind of team.

The unmanned bus they attacked was the limit of his ability to temporarily stop it for a while.

"In that case, let's forget it. Before the body smells bad, hand it over to the company dog ​​as soon as possible..."

"Boss, look!"

"Um?"

Looking in the direction pointed by the younger brother, a black motorcycle was coming from the other end of the road...

Is that person a fool?

After using the implanted prosthetic eyes to see clearly who was coming, he immediately came up with the idea of ​​crossing the desert without any preparation. He might as well find a quicker way to die.

Then take another look... Good guy, the clothes he wears are still the same as they were half a century ago.

but--

"This motorcycle is not bad..." Although he didn't recognize the specific model at once, his previous experience in the Wanderer tribe made him very sensitive to things like vehicles.

And if it is a customized model for a rich person, then this time it will be a big profit.

Signing to the men next to him, the other two looked at each other and shrugged.

He took a step forward and raised the gun in his hand, planning to hit the person when he got close to a certain distance.

Then......

Boom! Boom!

The next second, the two of them almost fell asleep and fell on their backs on the ground.

In the center of their faces, a bullet hole as thick as two fingers was emitting smoke. The high temperature instantly carbonized the flesh to prevent bleeding, and the ground on the other side could be seen through it.

And this is just the beginning.

Before they could react, two more people were shot and fell.

"Damn it! Dare to kill my people!?"

Seeing that the people on his side were being called out one after another, the remaining people in the Random Sword Club no longer OMO, the firearms in their hands continued to spit out tongues of fire at the figure that was approaching quickly on the motorcycle.

Da da da da da da!

Amidst the gunfire, bullets continued to fly towards Lin Qiao...and were all stopped by the blocking field wrapped outside.

Judging from the final results, the weapons in their hands are actually not much different from the water guns-it is just that the range is slightly longer and it is noisier.

Lin Qiao held the smoke rifle in one hand and pulled the trigger quite casually. The slight bumps on the road did not affect his shooting accuracy.

Although the smoke rifle's movement is much smaller than the crackling opposite, the effect is exactly the opposite.

People from the Luan Dao Club kept falling down. In the time it took for Lin Qiao to rush over on his motorcycle, only the last few people from the Luan Dao Club were left who were hiding behind bunkers and did not dare to show their heads.

Signaling the others to cease fire, the big man tightened his grip on the Crusher as he heard the sound of the motorcycle engine getting closer.

"go to hell!"

The moment the motorcycle approached, he suddenly rushed out from behind the bunker and fired wildly with the shotgun in his hand.

However--

The black motorcycle brushed past him like a blade, and the bright yellow blade at the front of the smoke rifle quickly scratched his body.

Click!

The powerful kinetic energy shotgun in his hand was split into two and fell to the ground... and he himself was also cut open.

The subcutaneous armor he spent a lot of money on didn't work at all, and his upper body slipped into a pool of blood.

The screams from his boss made the last remaining people feel numb.

But then the destructive light bullet fired from the gun completely ended their lives.

"Wait, wait! Don't kill... ugh!"

Cold sweat instantly flowed from the forehead of the remaining network hacker.

But before he could beg for mercy, Lin Qiao threw a ball of genetic factors at him.

"So that's what happened."

After reading his memory, controlling his body and shooting himself in the head, Lin Qiao got off the motorcycle.

Looking at the half-faced reporter in the trunk of the car with his limbs broken and put into a large handbag, he sighed.

In short, it was a somewhat clichéd script.

A young reporter who had just entered the industry, I don’t know what went wrong. Instead of digging up gossip about celebrities, he had to cynically find trouble with the company, and he happened to find the black material of a middle-level manager.

However, just when he was about to travel through mountains and rivers to find evidence, his whereabouts were betrayed by his boss and he was finally killed.

As for the people on this bus, they were just innocent, after all, the company dog ​​asked them to do it cleanly.

Shaking his head, a blue light flashed from Lin Qiao’s eyes, and the fingers of his right hand emitted a snow-blue flash.

Then, the flesh and blood on the ground suddenly burned, and even the implants in their bodies were completely melted-if someone wanted to investigate something from their implants, it would be impossible.