Breakthrough

Author: Soth

Breakthrough

"Brother, does anyone have extra blankets? I see it's getting late and the temperature is probably going to cool down, so I thought..."

Zhuang Xuteng first bought a pack of food and water, put them back in the car, and then made an excuse to buy some blankets and quilts. The truck drivers gathered together thought this was normal and they were totally concerned about the performance of his female companion, so they let him walk around as he pleased.

Go. So he approached the vehicle where the traitor's radio station was located again, suddenly pulled out his armor-breaking hammer, and smashed the cargo door with all his strength.

"Bang!" A loud noise startled everyone. They shrank their necks and turned their heads, and saw Zhuang Xuteng tearing off the back door of the broken container, exposing the filth inside to the world. Two people, one set

There were tables and chairs, a set of radio stations, and two horrified expressions. One of them suddenly reached for the frequency knob on the radio station - he wanted to conceal the target of the call. At this time, a gray ghost energy bomb flew past

, directly broke his arm.

One person fell to the ground wailing loudly, and the other person had a sickle on his neck. Zhuang Xuteng's movements in the super-calculated martial arts five-dodge state were like flowing water, without pause or waste, and he controlled the situation in the shortest time. He

He held the sickle in his left hand and hooked it around the man's neck, showing him the shadow of the gun in his right hand. "If you don't want to die, just obey me," Zhuang Xuteng held him hostage while flying up and kicking the man with the broken arm in the chin. The man stopped

Wailed, whined and fainted.

Zhuang Xuteng dragged the people out of the truck and said to everyone: "These two people are talking to the nomadic tribe and choosing targets for robbery. Where is the driver of this truck? What are you waiting for? Are you waiting for him to run away and report the news?

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"Catch him first! Ask him clearly!"

If there is someone who takes the lead, things can be done quickly. The driver was caught, and all the guys controlled by Zhuang Xuteng were recruited. The nomadic tribe was short of money recently and wanted to make a big deal, so they came up with a plan:

First block the road and let the drivers gather, then send people to lower their vigilance. It is best to ask the drivers to turn off the steam engines. When a heavy truck is fully loaded, if you want to restart it and hit the road with a cold engine, it will take more than ten years to pressurize the steam engine.

Minutes. This time is enough time for the nomadic tribes to rush over and stop them all.

Then a driver waved his fist and said: "Fool, everyone who drives a sports car outside knows that the steam engine cannot stop and will not stop. This plan of yours is purely wishful thinking."

Zhuang Xuteng shook his head and said: "They put a lot of hand drills in the car, maybe they want to do something to your tires? I think you'd better check the truck behind you that is carrying old tires.

Maybe he is with them."

At Zhuang Xuteng's reminder, the second layer of the nomadic tribe's plan was also uncovered. The tires in the front were damaged, and a large truck was used to block the rear. There were decaying plains with unknown road conditions on both sides, and the trucks in the middle were all blocked.

Are you staying? If that doesn't work, they will even destroy all the tires. Anyway, as long as the goods are left and replaced with second-hand tires brought by the cars behind, the nomadic tribe can repair the trucks here and drive away again.

"The problem now is how to get there." Zhuang Xuteng looked at the time. The remaining time he had previously estimated was almost exhausted. He couldn't stay here for a long time. So he suggested: "Either wait here, or drive over.

There must be a roadblock on the opposite side, and the vehicle that rushes through first will definitely be damaged - but we now have two vehicles that volunteer themselves."

These two vehicles are the truck with the radio station and the truck with tires. Zhuang Xuteng suggested using them to pass the test.

"The key is whether you can follow and rush over." Zhuang Xuteng said to everyone: "I will drive in the lead and rush out of a road, and the others behind will be able to pass along as long as they follow closely. The first car is the most dangerous, and the last car is less dangerous.

After successfully breaking through the border, they may attack those who remain."

Some drivers expressed confusion and asked: "Young man, are you in such a hurry?"

"Are you going to stay here and wait to be attacked by those people after dark?" Zhuang Xuteng shook his head and said, "Their plan includes a rush. What are you going to do? Wait here, or turn around and go back?"

"Turn around and go back, but you have to do it all over again. If you stay here, you will be at the mercy of others. It seems that you can only pass. Young man, as long as you charge ahead, we will follow."

"Then it's settled." Zhuang Xuteng clapped his hands and said, "It's dusk now and it's not completely dark yet. It's our last chance. If it's later, we'll have to turn on the car lights, so there's no suddenness. In addition,

, the nomadic tribe has never been diligent, and they will definitely pay attention to the direction of the oncoming traffic when the road is closed, so we have to rush across from the opposite lane, and then seize the opportunity to turn back, so that the chance of success is higher."

"You're right, you are very thoughtful." Several drivers nodded and said, "We will follow you and let your female companion's car be among us for better protection."

"Then go for it!"

Zhuang Xuteng told Nightingale and Yanque about his plan, and they both sighed at the same time. "Although I think you are a little impulsive, if you think it will be helpful to the mission, then you can do it. Do you need us to drive a car?"

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"No need. I'll drive the first one. The tire truck is driven by a driver, and he will follow me. You two just need to drive this car." Zhuang Xuteng approached the window and whispered: "Pay close attention and be careful.

A chaotic situation may occur. If it doesn't work, just drive under the roadbed. This car is small and can handle short distances."

"You take care of yourself." Nightingale raised her hand, lightly scratched his nose, and said, "The front is the most dangerous, you have to be careful."

Zhuang Xuteng nodded, then turned around and boarded the truck. He shifted into neutral, raised the pressure of the steam engine to the highest level, and then took the lead and drove out.

Trucks of all sizes lined up behind him, all driving with their lights turned off. The afterglow of the setting sun allowed them to see the butt of the vehicle in front of them, and the distance beyond was a blur. But it didn't matter, they just had to follow the vehicle in front of them.

Just fine.

Zhuang Xuteng squinted his eyes and let his vision work for as long as possible for a certain distance. Then with the last light of the day, he clearly saw the situation on the road ahead, and then kept it in his mind. When the afterglow disappeared, the black in the distance

The smoke column also merged with the night and was no longer visible, and the convoy was basically hidden in the darkness.

At this time, the eyes have not yet changed from day to night mode, and there will be a period of time when vision is at its worst. Especially for nomadic tribes, they use fires to illuminate and warm themselves, and the nearby bright light further weakens their night vision. When

When they heard the sound of car engines amid the noise of conversation, the convoy was only more than 200 meters away from them.

"Is there a fat sheep coming?" Many people covered their eyes with their hands and looked into the darkness.

Zhuang Xuteng took a deep breath and increased the speed of the vehicle to the maximum. He had seen clearly before that the roadblocks of the Nomadic Tribe had loopholes. The main anti-impact direction corresponded to the direction of the road. Therefore, if the level was attacked from the other side, the difficulty would be higher.

It was lowered a lot. In front of Zhuang Xuteng were two cars. They turned their fronts towards each other and faced the far end. As long as they hit each other from the middle, the two cars would swing to both sides to make way for a road.

"Come on!" Zhuang Xuteng suddenly turned on the car lights, giving the group of people a high-beam shock.

Under his leadership, all the lights of the motorcade were turned on, and it was a long dragon of light, flying out of the steam. At this moment, Nightingale said to Yanque: "Sister, it's up to you."

Yanque nodded and smiled, pressed her forehead with both hands, opened the implant and stretched out her tentacles. She entered the communication system of the nomadic tribe through the radio link of the traitor's car, and then ordered them to play a harsh sound. This specially programmed audio allowed

People have headaches and nausea. If they wear headphones, they will lose their balance and find it difficult to control their bodies. Although the effect will not last long, they only need to temporarily disrupt the nomadic tribe's command system to achieve their goal.

The blood flowed downwards along the bridge of the nose. Yanque had long been accustomed to it and took out the prepared tissue to wipe it. At this time, the sound of Zhuang Xuteng hitting the roadblock came from the front, followed by waves of exclamations. Several ghost energy bombs were fired at

It flew in the air and crashed into some vehicles. The hasty shooting was difficult to hit the driver of the high-speed vehicle, and the shadow guns of the nomadic tribe were one level worse than the gang's firearms, and they could not fire a few shots.

Zhuang Xuteng held the steering wheel tightly and used the tactile perception ability of super-computing martial arts to control the state of the vehicle to prevent it from losing balance in the violent impact. The enemies were illuminated by both firelight and car lights. Zhuang Xuteng glanced at them, and based on their attire and equipment

Finding possibly higher-level commanders, these people pose a greater threat to the convoy than the gunmen. Just as the ghost energy bullet shattered the glass, he not only judged that the shot must have missed, but also

He raised his right hand and took aim.

He fired a shot, piercing a skull and breaking a chain of command. Next, he rushed across the middle of the two lanes, used the flying vehicle to sweep away three or four more people, and finally broke out of the obstruction.

There is an open road ahead, and everyone just needs to run away. Zhuang Xuteng felt the bump under his buttocks and knew that his car was in trouble. After all, this was not a white beast armored vehicle, just a medium-sized truck. Its front was damaged in the collision, and the hot steam had already

The tire was popping out; the tire must have been broken, and the whole car tilted to one side. Zhuang Xuteng stretched out his hand from the cab window, signaling the vehicle behind him to pass him and continue on his way. Then he quickly pulled over while the car still had power.

Make way.

Every car passing by him would sound its horn as a tribute and thanks to him. Zhuang Xuteng left the car and observed the checkpoint of the nomadic tribe. There was chaos there. Many people covered their ears and staggered, and more people whizzed by.

The convoy was incompetent and furious. A car stopped beside him, and Nightingale waved to him and said: "There is still business, let's leave quickly!"

"Yes, we still have business." Zhuang Xuteng opened the car door and jumped into the car, and quickly followed and surpassed the large army.

"We can barely make it in time, we have to drive at full speed." Zhuang Xuteng looked at the situation behind him from the rearview mirror, and then noticed the invisible blood stains on Yanque's face. He frowned, pointed at her face, and asked: "Why is it hurt?

Is it a stray bullet?"

"Idiot, the car glass is not broken, how did the stray bullet fly in?" Yanque shook his head and said: "I used my ability to make their heads buzz through the communication system. I only used the intelligence to spy on the implant to make their faces

Bleeding, there's nothing you can do about it. The brain is the area with the richest blood vessels in the human body, as are the capillaries on the face. There's no way to prevent the bleeding, we can only wait for it to recover slowly."

"Huh... it sounds painful." Zhuang Xuteng took out the hemostatic spray from his pocket and handed it over. Yanque said she had better ones and had already used them. "Okay, I know you can take care of yourselves, I just want to

Express your feelings. Nightingale, do you want me to drive next?"

"I noticed that your eyes have not been modified, and we have night vision. Let me drive, so we can go faster."

"That's great." Zhuang Xuteng nodded and said, "If you need to replace it, just call me and I'll seize the time to take a nap."

After saying that, he pulled the seat belt and fastened it, tilted the seat backwards, and pretended to go to sleep. Yanque leaned over from the back seat and dangled his fingers on Zhuang Xuteng's face. "Are you really going to sleep? The two of us

Can’t I accompany you personally?”

Zhuang Xuteng smiled: "The way you talk is a bit like Brother Dao: it sounds normal, but if you think about it carefully, it seems to have other meanings. Tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"Talk about yourself. For example, why are you acting so strange?" Yanque said: "I noticed that every time you look at us, you consciously look away. This is strange. We don't show any hostility towards you.

, you are even welcome to come and see, why are you hiding? Do you feel guilty?"

"Uh... polite?" Zhuang Xuteng scratched his head and said, "I don't remember that I deliberately looked away."

"You do." Nightingale sighed and said, "You don't shy away from others when you look at them, but when you look at us... you avoid us, is it because of our middleman Stair?"

"I didn't intentionally look away." Zhuang Xuteng shook his head vigorously.

"If it's not intentional, then it's unintentional. It hurts people even more." Yanque retracted her seat, held her face in her hands, and sighed softly. Nightingale said while driving: "Style will give us some jobs playing prostitutes, so

It's understandable that you despise us. We don't like this situation, but we can no longer replace the middleman - Naike, can you understand?"

Zhuang Xuteng nodded and said, "When you entered the industry, didn't you try to find a female middleman, such as Lucy?"

"I heard that you were introduced to the industry by Brother Dao. He is your introducer and directly guarantees you, letting Lucy be your middleman."

"That's right." Everyone in the industry knows this, and there is no need to deny it.

"When we entered the industry, we were introduced by someone who was willing to support us in using our brains. Such opportunities are rare and we have no other choice. There is a contradiction here: if you don't join the industry, you don't know what it's like; if you join the industry
To be continued...