Crippled

Keda held the Semi-automatic Rifle, extending the barrel out the car window as he warily watched every vehicle or pedestrian that tried to approach them.

His older brother, Bauer, had already started the RV and was charging forward at full speed.

Their family's RV had been modified entirely for survival in an apocalyptic world.

The engine had been replaced with a high-powered one. Thick steel plates had been installed on the front, rear, and both sides, while the puncture-proof tires were protected by steel plating as well.

He had to be grateful for his good fortune. When he had been smuggled into Miken, the savings he had secretly accumulated had not been taken by bandits.

Otherwise, he could never have afforded these modifications, much less the tribute he would soon have to offer the priests of Colossus State.

The RV accelerated forward, while the gunfire in the distance grew increasingly intense.

The only fortunate thing was that the gunfire came from behind them and was getting farther and farther away.

Every so often, they could still hear people shouting curses.

"Stop right there! You rich bastards, hand over all your gold and jewelry!"

"Surrender quietly and hand over your valuables, and we'll let you go back alive!"

Bauer turned a deaf ear to them and simply focused on driving.

The neglected, crumbling highway was full of potholes. He had to be extremely careful to maintain speed without overturning the vehicle.

Dense jungle surrounded them on all sides, and the road conditions were terrible. That was probably why the bandits had chosen this place.

"You damned bastards! Come on, let Uncle Keda show you some love!"

Keda looked behind the vehicle and spotted someone standing in an open-top jeep, directing the driver to chase after them.

The man wore a leather