Mechanic endlessly amassing troops in the apocalypse

In the wind and sand.

Just a few dozen meters from the repair shop, there were nearly ten armed off-road vehicles parked.

It subtly surrounds the repair shop in the middle.

In one of the vehicles, Black Wolf, the second-in-command of the Sand Wolf Gang, was staring intently at the computer screen in front of him.

The screen showed Li Fei's repair shop, but the camera wasn't installed inside; it was only observing the situation outside.

"Dirty Braid, are you sure that kid will be back tonight?"

The man with the dreadlocks in the driver's seat nodded repeatedly: "That's right, Brother Black Wolf. I've been keeping an eye on him these past few days. He hasn't left the shop much. He's not in the shop most of the day, but he comes back with the lights on at night."

He muttered to himself with some doubt, "It's a bit strange. There's clearly no underground passage in his house, so how did he get out?"

Black Wolf snorted coldly, "The mechanic has a lot of tricks up his sleeve. Who knows if he's researched some new mechanism? That's why I told you not to install surveillance cameras in his shop."

The man with the dreadlocks immediately chimed in, "Brother Black Wolf, you really know more."

The wind was howling so hard that even the SUV less than ten meters away couldn't be seen clearly.

Black Wolf glanced outside. "With this level of visibility, a gun-wielding mechanic is practically blind."

As the second-in-command of the Sand Wolf Gang, his martial arts skills were not top-notch; there were several stronger than him. However, he was able to stand out and become the second-in-command because of his cautious personality and his ruthless determination to kill with a single blow.

However, he had a bad feeling about today.

I can't quite put my finger on it, but I have a vague feeling that something's off about that kid.

How could a newly promoted mechanic, who was also undocumented, hunt down so many crystal cores and leave no trace of them?

Moreover, his own explanation of the opportunity was also far-fetched. Although the mechanic is good at making things, it also requires a lot of time to study.

I searched the room thoroughly, but I couldn't find a trace of the secret passage.

"Dirty Braid, contact each squad and ask them about the situation."

"Okay, sure!" Dreadlocks nodded, pulled out a walkie-talkie, and started making a call:

"Hey guys, how's the situation over there?"

"Everything is normal here."

"Me too."

"Add one"

"one"

……

The man with the dreadlocks put down the walkie-talkie. "Brother Black Wolf, everything is normal."

No sooner had he finished speaking than Black Wolf roared, "Normal my ass! Two groups haven't responded yet!"

The man with the dreadlocks froze for a moment, then his expression changed drastically. He quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie, shouting, "Brothers, the situation has changed! The situation has changed! Prepare for battle! Prepare for battle!"

"receive!"

"receive!"

"receive!"

The silence was deafening...

Just a short while ago, two more groups didn't reply.

"Fuck you!" Black Wolf kicked the dreadlocks out of the driver's seat. "This is the mechanic you were talking about who just changed jobs?!"

The guy with the dreadlocks felt incredibly wronged... This kid was just an ordinary person a few days ago, he had only recently changed jobs.

He even inquired around.

But at this point, there was no time for him to explain; the kid had almost killed everyone.

"Luckily, Brother Black Wolf is a first-level martial arts master. That kid is just an apprentice. Even if he used some tricks, he couldn't possibly break Brother Black Wolf's body-tempering technique."

He went to the back row to get the gun, intending to follow Black Wolf.

I looked up and was immediately stunned.

There was no sign of the black wolf in front of them.

"Brother Black Wolf?" "Brother Black Wolf, where did you go?"

He tried to shout a few times, but the wind was too strong and the sound couldn't get through.

Looking around at the surroundings, unable to see anything, and remembering how other squads had been killed without a sound, a panic gripped him, and he immediately dared not run around anymore.

He quickly crawled into the car and hid.

He raised his gun to warn his surroundings, but the visibility was too low to see anything at all.

He remembered that the kid was definitely a mechanic who used guns; that couldn't be possible.

With such a strong sandstorm, does he have X-ray vision?

Just then, several figures suddenly appeared in front of the car headlights.

One was chubby, and the other was tall and thin.

They were all Black.

If it weren't for the car headlights, I really wouldn't have been able to see their faces clearly.

"Come here, come over here!"

The man with the dirty braid rolled down the car window and waved hurriedly.

The tall, thin Black man ran to the front of the car.

"What exactly happened...?"

The man with the spiky hair stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

The black man's head turned into brain matter right before his eyes, and blood splattered all over his face.

Holy crap, holy crap!!

He has killed people before.

In the Sand Wolf Gang, no one dares to say they haven't spilled blood.

But killing someone and watching someone get killed right in front of you are two completely different concepts.

Moreover, he himself is about to die.

Fear surged into my heart instantly.

He quickly closed the car windows and locked the doors.

It was being fired up frantically.

Even if deserting would lead to a brutal reprisal from the Sand Wolf Gang, he didn't want to die now!

Run! We have to escape!

Just then, the short, fat black man ran up to the car.

"Open the door, brother, open the door quickly, that's a demon!"

He ignored the man with the dirty braid and slammed on the gas.

Thump—the short, fat black man's head turned into brain matter again.

So far, the shooter has not been seen.

But the car just wouldn't start.

"Damn it, why does this car always break down at the crucial moment!"

The man with the filthy braid angrily pounded on the steering wheel.

Suddenly, a knocking sound came from the car window.

knock knock knock.

The man with the dreadlocks turned his head and saw Li Fei, who was fully armed.

At this moment, he was wearing bulletproof inner armor and a mechanical exoskeleton, holding a spiral pneumatic gun in his hand, and smiling as he leaned his face close to the car window to look inside.

The man with the dreadlocks was terrified and didn't even dare to raise his gun to fight back. He crawled towards the passenger seat in fear.

Li Fei picked up his gun and fired two shots, breaking the lock.

The car door was opened, and the dreadlocks were pulled to the ground.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!" the man with the dreadlocks cried, clutching his head.

Li Fei kicked him hard. "Listen, tell me your gang's stronghold."

But the man with the filthy braid seemed not to hear him and kept begging for mercy.

Li Fei frowned slightly, about to make another move.

However, a rapidly moving red humanoid silhouette appeared in their line of sight.

This red outline is precisely the marking function of the raven.

It was precisely because of this ability that Li Fei was able to perfectly assassinate all of these people.

The process was incredibly smooth and efficient.

It's quite strange that he didn't feel any discomfort at all, even though it was his first time killing someone.

At this moment, the rapidly moving red silhouette is undoubtedly the strongest among this group.

Li Fei had deliberately avoided him to deal with the miscellaneous soldiers first.

It's almost completely cleaned up now.

This is a good opportunity for me to test your quality.

Li Fei's gaze locked onto the direction from which the person was moving.

In just a few seconds, the opponent rushed from a hundred meters away to close in.

If it weren't for the marker, Li Fei really wouldn't have realized it.

The moment the person emerged from the sandstorm.

Li Fei then used his sliding step skill.

He dodged the opponent's attack with remarkable skill.

Having missed his first attack, Black Wolf did not dare to make another move rashly, as he was now somewhat uncertain about his chances.

When Dylan saw Black Wolf, it was as if he had seen a savior, and he quickly hid behind him.

"Black Wolf, you're finally here! I held him off for ages!"