Flame Motorcycle Gang
The god of radiation and fire, whose ruling force is the "Flame Motorbike Party," a powerful indigenous warlord in the land of fire.
Due to the high concentration of radiation in the desolate area, there are a particularly large number of mutated natives here, a considerable portion of whom are powerful mutants.
Or rather, a person with superpowers.
And that "god" was the most powerful superhuman among them. He occupied the Flame Pass in the Land of Flames and collected tolls from passing caravans.
He also seized a water source in the Firelands, and all the natives who depended on this water source for survival had to pay him taxes.
His greatest strength lies in his ability to mass-produce mutated armies.
'Flame Boy', 'Motorcycle Spearman', 'Hairless Burner', 'Slaughterer'.
It's utterly unbelievable that an indigenous faction would have four different "low-level combat units".
Meanwhile, in the land of flames, at the Roaring Spring...
This is the monthly Water Fetching Festival, where a large number of poorly clothed genetically modified slaves gather before the Roaring Spring.
Most of these genetically modified slaves were skin and bones, and they might only have a robe on their bodies.
Samurai, dressed in a linen robe, blended into the ranks of these genetically modified slaves.
According to several colleagues who have infiltrated the group, the "Flame Motorbike Gang" possesses a technology that allows them to extract mutated blood from natives, granting their subordinates immense power.
The monthly water-fetching day is also the day for bloodletting.
It is through this balance of blood and water that the "Flame Motorbike Gang" has become the most powerful force in the area.
There were rebels, but looking at the row of heads engulfed by the flames, one could tell what would happen to them.
Tamil was already hard-hearted. He came here not to save these slaves, but to make contact with his accomplices who had infiltrated the area, obtain the latest intelligence, and prepare for future wars.
The boss's revenge must be carried out!
As a typical martial arts hunter, Tamil is a die-hard fan of the high-ranking engineer, the kind who takes notes of famous quotes.
He found a corner to sit down. As agreed, the inside man would spread the message on the day of water collection.
This Flame Pass is somewhat similar to their second base. This "Flame Motorbike Gang" is also located on a cliff, which appears to have been a dam in the past.
Soon, one by one, the "Flame Boys" were lowered down along the mechanical cables.
These "fire boys" had no hair, their skin was deathly pale, and they had multiple burn marks on their bodies. They screamed wildly, smeared alcohol on their bodies, and then set their skin on fire, letting the flames burn them wildly.
Tamil finally understood how these freaks got their burns.
However, he could vaguely sense that as the flames burned, the aura of these freaks seemed to intensify slightly.
The Water Fetching Festival is about to begin, and the condition for joining the festival is a bowl of blood.
Without the slightest hesitation, Tamil offered a bowl of blood as payment.
Several gene slaves in front of him had fainted from excessive blood loss.
Without blood, there is only one outcome: dying of thirst.
Soon, the seven small openings on the sluice gate opened, and water gushed out, plunging everyone into a brief moment of jubilation.
The flames on the group of fire boys were extinguished by the water, leaving behind horrific burn marks on their pale skin.
Two figures passed each other.
A note was slipped into Tamil's hand.
"The boss might be interested in this news."
Tamil's spirits lifted; news that could pique the boss's interest was definitely a credit.
He'd been eyeing Daisy's transformation for quite some time now.
After receiving the message, Tamil prepared to leave, but a commotion caught his attention.
An old boy with no yellow teeth was grabbing a teenage girl and pulling her inside.
The companions felt nothing but fear.
Every Water Fetching Festival is also a contest for the Flame Motorbike Party to choose their brides.
Tamil watched this scene expressionlessly, then turned and left.
The next moment, gunshots rang out.
Behind Tamil, the hunter Ap, who had revealed his true form, was blowing on a modified revolver and grinning.
"A real man wouldn't stand by and watch someone die."
After showing off, Cowboy Ap grabbed the girl and ran off, whistling as a plasma horse galloped over from a distance.
"That idiot!"
Tamil cursed under his breath, and without the slightest hesitation, he stomped his feet hard on the ground. The newly installed military engine roared, and he soared into the air. He drew his two red swords and slashed horizontally and vertically, knocking away more than a dozen crossbow bolts in one go.
His silhouette, seen by the little girl behind him, was deeply imprinted in her memory.
"Haha, as expected of a man from the martial arts faction, you couldn't resist making a move too."
Apu laughed heartily, helped the little girl onto the horse, and then extended his palm.
Tamil grabbed him, scrambled onto his horse, and said coldly, "You've ruined the boss's plans. See how I deal with you!"
"Hahaha, how can a hunter just stand by and watch someone die!"
"Humans are animals, and hunters are killers; this is a fact that no excuse can cover up."
The two were bickering when their plasma horse neighed and began to gallop.
The next moment, the gates of Flame Pass opened, and convertibles roared out. These convertibles were covered with spikes and needles, and motorcycle lancers were screaming wildly on them. Some of them breathed fire, while others fired guns into the air. Their main weapon was also quite interesting: a grenade-wielding spear.
A spearman in a convertible rushed up to the plasma horse, pointed his spear at the three men's backs, and threw it violently.
However, as if he had foreseen this, the monomolecular rope on his wrist suddenly popped out and caught the grenade launcher in mid-air. With a nimble flick of his wrist, the spear flew backward.
The grenade spear was stuck right in the hood of a convertible.
The next moment, a terrifying explosion rang out.
"Brother, thank me for saving your life," Ap laughed heartily.
"You should thank the boss for the nerve modification he did for your hand."
Tamil was unmoved. He looked back and saw eleven convertibles chasing after him, each belching out large amounts of black smoke, giving the impression that demons had descended upon the world.
The genetically modified girl was trembling with fear.
"We can't fight here," Tamil said, glancing behind him.
"Find cover, then call for backup!"
Ap, still unfazed, laughed and said, "Why has Blood Blade, who's always been reluctant to owe favors, changed his tune today?"
"Stop talking nonsense and run faster!"
"Okay!"
The next moment, Ap's dreadlocks became tangled with the plasma horse's mane.
"Hold on tight!"
The plasma horse seemed to have received a power boost, with a nitrogen jet bulging on each side of its waist. At the same time, the horse's legs began to split, and the four-legged drive became an eight-legged drive.
The next moment, amidst a violent burst of nitrogen gas, the plasma horse galloped away, leaving everyone else in the dust.