The sky was blue, and the clouds drifted slowly. A light-brown bird flapped down, then pecked swiftly, a grass caterpillar already dangling from its beak.
As soon as the bird flew away, an Armored Vehicle came speeding past, leaving tire tracks in the muddy grass. Blades of grass and mud stuck to its tires before eventually being flung far away.
Buzz~
A three-wheeled motorcycle with an extremely high chassis passed by, followed by a mighty convoy. Conservatively estimated, the convoy had several hundred mechanical vehicles, with heavy trucks responsible for transporting supplies bringing up the rear.
Inside the lead Armored Vehicle, a man with a Mohawk sat in the back seat. His blood-red eyes showed that his Blood Burning Disease had become extremely severe.
"Old Man, you won't blame us, right?"
The Blood Eye man patted a large cloth sack beside him. Blood was slowly seeping from it. The person inside had once been the leader of Shelter No. 13, known as Old Man Red Axe.
"Only if you die can we survive."
The Blood Eye man was clearly abnormal. Not only him—even the men, women, old people, and children throughout the convoy all had identical Mohawks. They were the notorious thugs of Shelter No. 13.
"We're here. The meat-stockade of Shelter No. 9 is up ahead."
"We finally made it."
The Blood Eye man leaned his upper body out of the window. Although he was called a thug, he was not brainless. It was inevitable that they would submit to Ya of Shelter No. 9, but even if he joined them, Blood Eye was unwilling to become a minor underling.
Therefore, Blood Eye had directly ambushed his former leader and gathered more than eighty percent of the hunters in Shelter No. 13 to submit to Shelter No. 9. With