"A sandstorm is occurring at the target location. All vehicles must slow down and inform the vehicles behind you. Do not crash..."
Looking at the vehicle locations on the screen, Wang Lei directed the entire convoy to slowly drive out of the Spacetime Tunnel.
The message was transmitted to the waiting vehicle in another dimension via a temporary spacetime communication system. Although the vehicle in the Rampage Spacetime was completely blind, everything remained orderly.
Zhang Tianyuan put down the documents in his hand and looked out through the windshield. All he could see was a rolling, surging expanse of yellow, like giant waves crashing in the air, one after another.
Apart from the endless yellow sand, nothing else could be seen.
The driver parked the car in the designated spot, but remained vigilant, ready to step on the gas at any moment and leave this place filled with uncertainty.
Suddenly, Wang Lei, who was wearing headphones, changed his expression, walked to the screen in the command vehicle, and quickly brought up a picture on it.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Tianyuan put down the document in his hand again. It recorded everything that happened on this land twenty-three years ago. The perspective was quite comprehensive. It was compiled overnight by staff from other branches based on the information submitted by Connor and Ski.
Analysis confirms that its authenticity is highly reliable.
Neither Connor nor Ski could possibly fabricate something like this.
Wang Lei remained calm. "The radar just detected a moving target ahead of us, which we infer is likely a convoy."
Are there any car teams?
Zhang Tianyuan glanced outside again, but he still couldn't see anything. The wind seemed to have picked up, and the sound of sand hitting the glass was louder and faster.
However, amidst the sea of yellow, he spotted a striking white figure suddenly taking flight.
After a moment of surprise, he remembered that it must have been a drone that had previously come here to carry out reconnaissance missions.
It was destroyed after being hit by a radioactive material because it might have been contaminated with it.
This Spacetime Tunnel actually opened at the location where the drone crashed.
"There shouldn't be any major problems, right?" the driver asked, turning around, his hand resting on the steering wheel.
Looking at the transmitted radar images, Wang Lei quickly derived his analysis results.
"They don't seem like aggressive targets, and their path deviates from ours, so they're clearly not coming for us. We just need to keep a close eye on them."
Zhang Tianyuan also joined in.
To everyone's surprise, even in such a sandstorm, the convoy did not stop at all and resolutely continued forward.
"These people have some pretty unconventional methods."
Even these fully armed armored convoys had to stop in the face of the sandstorm, yet this convoy in the wasteland dared to charge forward against the sandstorm?
Wang Lei offered a simple assessment. "Perhaps they're just like the starving people in No. 7 Spacetime; having nothing left, they're no longer afraid of losing anything."
"Possibly."
Zhang Tianyuan stroked his chin. The mentality of the starving people in Interstellar Spacetime could indeed be applied here in a certain sense, except that the situation here was a little better.
Those starving people couldn't possibly assemble a caravan.
"Keep quiet, everyone. Since this convoy is going to cross the sandstorm, there's no need to stop them. Continue with our plan."
Zhang Tianyuan looked out of the car again, feeling as if the surging yellow sand was like the muscles of a giant beast's mouth, which had swallowed them and was now writhing and trying to digest them.
Such a sandstorm must look spectacular from the outside.
However, he had seen many such natural disasters filled with despair and bleakness in various times and spaces.
Zhang Tianyuan quietly shifted his gaze back to the documents in his hands, waiting for the sandstorm to dissipate on its own.
The outer edge of the dust storm.
The yellow sand, like a giant yellow cotton candy, blocked the way in front of the convoy.
"She thinks she can shake us off!"
"Dad! She thinks we're idiots!"
"She thinks she can shake us off here!"
A shirtless, burly man with several canister-like containers of equipment slung over his shoulders stood on a vehicle with its roof removed, shouting angrily at his father.
Even the terrifying sandstorm in front of him couldn't suppress his voice.
The loud, rough voice carried directly to the car next to him and reached his father's ears.
Immortan Joe!
This man, who possesses water, oil, bullets, and gunpowder in the wasteland, always wears a ferocious mask, like a wild beast constantly displaying its sharp teeth.
He heard his son beside him
He yelled and shouted, his frustration growing, but his face remained impassive; only his deep, penetrating eyes revealed his true feelings.
He remained silent, his boundless rage almost tearing his prey apart through the sand!
This very morning, one of his top generals, Furiosa, who commanded a convoy, actually took advantage of a mission to abduct the women he had gathered from all over the country!
Upon hearing this news, Immortan Joe momentarily questioned Furiosa's sexual orientation.
He had previously put Furiosa in charge of these women because his son had also set his sights on them, and a powerful figure was needed to protect them...
He suspected that it was around that time that Furiosa had taken notice.
So, wouldn't you say he let a wolf into the house?
He should have been on guard against such a one-armed woman with such a strong personality who managed to make a name for herself in the wasteland!
Those women...
Those women!!!
That was his hope of having healthy offspring!
The offspring he now fathers are either dwarfs with abnormal personalities who never grow up, or mentally challenged children who are stupid and have no other strengths besides being strong!
That's why he went to great lengths to find women from all directions through various means, hoping to increase the chances of giving birth to healthy children through healthy mothers...
As for his own body...
Immortan Joe knows his own business.
Although his body did not suffer a lethal dose of radiation, it was definitely severely affected. He had numerous illnesses, the most obvious being his skin abscesses.
Inside his body, the impact was even greater; his life-giving functions were affected, and his immune system was damaged...
That's not even the worst part; the crucial point is that he now has lung cancer and lymphoma.
This would be fatal even outside of the wasteland, let alone in his current environment; it's practically an incurable disease.
Death could knock on his door at any moment.
Even he himself couldn't predict when he would die; perhaps he would never wake up again tonight.
That's why he's so insistent on having healthy offspring!
And Furiosa!
That woman is destroying his hope!
And what use would she have for those women?!
This is what he hates most!
Those women were of no practical use to Furiosa, yet she was causing him trouble for her own selfish desires...
Overwhelmed by hatred, Immortan Joe couldn't help but slam on the gas pedal.
The convoy behind them accelerated, carrying motorcycles, off-road vehicles, and trucks heavily modified—some loaded with crossbows, others with explosive spears, and still others capable of blasting fire—that even their mothers wouldn't recognize...
All the vehicles followed their leader's pace closely, and the people inside screamed in unison, just like the big guy who had just been yelling.
Having been brainwashed by Immortan Joe for so long, they showed no fear even when faced with a sandstorm.
These people were all shirtless, and many of them even had sickly white skin. When they howled in unison, it was as if a group of cultists were performing some strange ritual.
However, the almost pathological "loyalty" of his subordinates and son did not bring Immortan Joe even the slightest bit of joy.
He personally drove his war chariot, which featured an exaggeratedly designed engine on the hood, with a huge exhaust pipe spewing out thick black smoke. The chariot then crashed into the sandstorm at high speed.
In an instant, grains of sand, large and small, entered the vehicle and slapped against Immortan Joe's respirator.
Immortan Joe took out his goggles and put them on, his bloodshot eyes wide open, trying to see the trailer truck that Furiosa was driving ahead.
However, no matter how strong his inner desires were, he could not defy the laws of nature and living things.
The surrounding light was already dim, and his eyesight was just that of a normal person; he might even be nearsighted.
Therefore, he naturally didn't see anything.
In response, Immortan Joe slammed on the gas again.
The car's speed increased to another level.
The two attackers standing on the back of the tank were almost losing their balance.
Boom!
A bolt of lightning snaked through the sandstorm, its purple light reflecting on everyone's faces and bringing abundant illumination.
In that instant, Immortan Joe seemed to see a distinct black patch in the sand-covered area to their left.
A row of behemoth-like vehicles lay there silently, some even with their front ends open.
The headlights shone so brightly that the surrounding sand appeared to change color...
"Impossible!"
"How could there possibly be a car like that in this area?"
Immortan Joe thought he was just too impatient, which caused him to hallucinate and remember the world before the wasteland.
Only in such a world could vehicles so full of standardized styles exist.
With that thought in mind, Immortan Joe gazed ahead again and slammed on the gas pedal.
One of the two attackers in the back seat finally couldn't hold on any longer. Under the strong wind and sudden acceleration, he lost his balance and fell off, instantly being buried by the yellow sand.
This person cannot survive.
Keep in mind that there were many tanks behind them, and those drivers had never known what it meant to give way.
Even if he didn't fall to his death, he would be crushed by the fanatics behind him until he became one with the earth.
However, faced with his companion's misfortune, the other attacker in the car showed no grief whatsoever. Instead, he frantically shouted his companion's name while screaming incessantly.
"Witness!"
"Witness!!!"
Even on the dust-swirling ground, the frantic shouts of his companions could be faintly heard:
"Witness me!!!"
Amidst the whistling wind, the cries were followed by the passing of a tank, then abruptly ceased.
But what followed was scream after scream. Everyone knew that someone had sacrificed themselves, and everyone knew that someone else had entered Valhalla that Immortan Joe had proclaimed to them.
There, they will have a wonderful life, able to drink and make merry all day long...
This is not death.
No one believed it was death.
Even the deceased themselves were the same.
Immortan Joe merely glanced at the attacker's death in the rearview mirror and then paid no further attention.
All he wants now is to tear Furiosa in front of him to shreds!
That bitch!
The steering wheel of the tank was gripped tightly; Immortan Joe used almost all his strength to control the tank.
At that very moment.
A bright white color rose up in the wind!
It seemed to be aimed at Immortan Joe, flying straight towards his chariot!
Immortan Joe could only slam on the brakes and turn the steering wheel to its maximum, bringing the car to a stop at the cost of sending the last attacker flying.
Then, with a bang, the strange object was stuck next to his car door.
I was just a hair's breadth away from piercing him!
This was just an accident during the drive, and it couldn't shake Immortan Joe's will at all. He just glanced at the ground and instinctively decided to change course and restart the engine.
However, a strange thought suddenly interrupted his smooth movements.
Immortan Joe gripped the steering wheel with both hands, leaning out the window to gaze intently at the white object.
A long-forgotten memory resurfaced in his mind...
The wings of a drone!
He had received training in drone operation and had used drones in wartime; he would never mistake this for something else!
But...
Why are there drone parts here?!
Moreover, the material appears to be brand new.
It only had a little bit of sand and dust on it.
Immortan Joe opened the car door, picked up the white wing stuck in the ground, and gently wiped away the dust. His fingers deeply felt a peculiar sensation.
It's not steel, nor an alloy; it's a special kind of lightweight plastic...
No one in the wasteland could possibly manufacture this!
This is a drone from outside the wasteland!
Immortan Joe was startled by his own deduction.
"Dad!"
Why did you stop?!
The clumsy and rough second son ordered the chariot to stop, jumped off, and braved the sandstorm to come and ask questions. The sand in his mouth seemed to be nothing to him, having no effect whatsoever.
He also looked blankly at what his father was holding.
He had never seen anything like it since he was born, and he couldn't understand why his father was holding it with such a solemn expression.
"Nothing."
Immortan Joe casually tossed the wing onto his seat and then returned to the driver's seat of the tank.
"Keep chasing her! Until you tear that bitch to pieces!"
The second son roared like he'd been injected with adrenaline, got back into the chariot, and urged the driver to start it quickly. He wanted to beat his father to it, catch up with that bitch, and tear her to pieces!
The convoy started again.
But Immortan Joe's car slowed down considerably.
And he would always suddenly glance at the passenger seat next to him.
In his eyes, there was fear, nostalgia, and longing...