After being repositioned in the passenger seat by Furiosa, Max tried to open the door, only to find that Furiosa had already locked it.
That's not interesting...
Furiosa got into the car from the side and sat in her driver's seat.
Max glanced at her shoulder. "Your injury?"
Upon hearing this, Furiosa calmly tossed out a roll of bandages.
"These are what I got from those doctors; just use them for now."
"I never said I'd bandage you up..." Max muttered, but still took the bandage, tore off a piece, and gestured at the bullet hole in Furiosa' shoulder.
Furiosa wiped the fine sweat that kept pouring from her forehead; her face and lips were somewhat pale.
Max glanced at it but still didn't say anything.
Outside the window, soldiers and doctors were putting Angharad into a medical vehicle to stop the bleeding. Her sisters were crying around her and were soon taken away by the soldiers. Then the vehicle was prepared to return to the fortress with the prisoner-of-war vehicles.
The remaining armored vehicle also started up, continuing its pursuit of Immortan Joe.
"Do you know?" Furiosa murmured, staring at the scene before her. "My mother and I were kidnapped from our tribe. She died, and I was sold."
"Later, I became Immortan Joe's most outstanding tool, until one day, I encountered the tribe that had robbed my mother and me again..."
Furiosa's lips twitched involuntarily, and Max silently eased his grip.
"... I killed them all, even at the cost of my arm."
Max glanced at her, tightening the bandage on his hand as he did so. "So?"
Furiosa was jolted by the sudden pain; the bullet was still lodged in her flesh and even bone, and sweat poured down her forehead again.
She wiped her face. "I just said I wanted to get revenge on that guy."
Tie a knot in the bandage.
Max said, "I'll drive."
"You?" For some reason, Furiosa looked at the man with suspicion.
Max explained, "Don't worry, I won't drive in the opposite direction, and I'm a better driver than you."
Furiosa laughed out loud, a rare occurrence for her. "Then how did you get caught by the hunting caravan?"
Max's face darkened instantly, but he still got into the driver's seat and, following the method Furiosa had instructed him to do, first disengaged the engine safety before starting the vehicle.
" Furiosa!!"
The sound of motorcycles came from outside. An old lady twisted the throttle and approached, along with several other old ladies and a middle-aged woman who still retained her charm.
They are all surviving members of the former oasis tribe, the Vuvalini.
"Shall we go with you?" the old woman asked, looking up.
Looking at the other person's aged face, with even their teeth and gums receding, Furiosa couldn't bear to let such an elderly person travel any further.
"No need, the two of us can go."
Max pointed to the armored vehicles that had already been deployed ahead, implying that the main force this time was not the two of them.
The old lady glanced at the armored vehicle ahead and realized that compared to the soldiers on it, their few motorcycles really didn't have any advantages.
"Okay, then I wish you all the best."
The elderly women waved goodbye to the two men.
Max stepped on the gas, and the chariot started moving again.
The people of the Vuvalini Tribe stood there watching the chariot gradually disappear into the distance.
Then...
squeak!
The tank came to a sudden stop.
Just as the old ladies were about to go up and ask what had happened, they heard a muffled thud, and a dark figure was thrown to the ground from the side of the tank.
It was a forgotten charm that was finally remembered at the last minute.
With his hands bound, Nux shakily got up from the ground. Despite his weak and limp body, he still staggered towards the direction of the chariot.
I heard it clearly when he was acting as a car accessory.
These people are on their way to catch Immortan Joe.
He has to get there...
On the tank.
Max glanced in the rearview mirror, ignoring Nux's actions, and then looked at Furiosa beside him, who was resting with her eyes closed.
But in that brief glance, it was as if they sensed something.
Furiosa opened her eyes with a snap. Xxs-2
The two locked eyes.
Max gestured for her to look at her shoulder.
Furiosa turned her gaze and noticed that the bandages she had just applied were now stained red with blood.
"I feel fine, no need to worry." Furiosa closed her eyes again.
All right.
Mike
Si didn't remind him again.
He realized that this crazy woman might have become immune to gunshot wounds.
Max focused on driving and soon spotted the armored vehicles that had just set off.
He drove his tank in front of the armored vehicle, signaling for the other side to follow him.
He could tell that although these armored vehicles were powerful, the drivers were clearly not used to driving in the desert environment, and their performance was greatly limited. It would be much better if someone led the way.
Furiosa opened her eyes again at some point.
"Who are those people behind you? I've never seen them before."
"I don't know," Max replied briefly.
"You don't know?" Furiosa asked in surprise. "Then how do you know they'll beat Immortan Joe?"
"Intuition."
"..."
"So, is your intuition that these people are good or bad?"
Max paused for a moment, then said, "At least you didn't steal their women."
Furiosa laughed again, her tone light and easy. "You're right, I have no hatred towards them. Whether they are good or bad, it doesn't matter if they target me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Max suddenly slowed down.
Furiosa looked ahead. "What's wrong?"
Max pointed in one direction. "Those are their tanks."
In the distance, Immortan Joe's few remaining chariots came to a stop.
Max drove the car over, then jumped down to inspect their vehicle.
"How are you?" A soldier from the Mutual Aid Society also jumped off the vehicle.
"They ran out of gas, so they abandoned the car and ran away."
Max casually handed a piece of wreckage on the ground to a soldier; it was a drone.
It was probably shot down by Immortan Joe.
The soldier took the wreckage of the drone without saying anything, but waved it towards the inside of the vehicle.
Soon, a slot opened in the roof of the vehicle, and a small drone took off again.
Just then, the sound of a motorcycle engine suddenly rang out from behind.
Max looked at him strangely.
But they saw that the person driving the motorcycle was not one of the old ladies from before, but a man who was completely pale and shirtless.
Nux.
The man who "sucked" his blood.
The Mutual Aid Society soldiers were also watching the man with a fanatical expression, and casually glanced at Max to confirm if this man was one of their comrades.
Max shook his head.
The soldiers made an "OK" sign.
Soon, Nux's motorcycle pulled up in front of everyone. He jumped off, and they noticed he was also carrying a stick, which he waved around and shouted that he was going to Valhalla.
The soldiers exchanged glances and tacitly selected one person to step out of the ranks.
"The V8 engine..."
The soldier delivered a clean and decisive kick from behind, sending Nux sprawling to the ground.
Fortunately, he held back a bit, otherwise this guy who hadn't eaten or drunk anything for two days and had been exposed to the scorching sun would probably have been blown away.
Furiosa then managed to get out of the car.
As soon as I arrived at the scene, a voice came from the armored vehicle behind me:
"The drone has located them, about two kilometers to the west, they are running!"
"Everyone, assemble immediately!"
The atmosphere immediately became tense. Max quickly jumped into the vehicle and tried to restart it, but the tank started acting up and wouldn't start.
Seeing that the armored vehicles behind her had started up smoothly, Furiosa couldn't wait any longer.
She glanced around and quickly spotted the motorcycle that Nux had just brought.
This is it!
Furiosa felt incredibly excited. After jumping off the motorcycle, she kicked Nux, who was trying to get back on, and then got on herself. Just as she twisted the throttle, she remembered something and quickly bent down to pick up the iron bar on the ground.
This thing was also just brought by Nux.
Boom! Boom boom!
The engine emitted black fumes.
Furiosa set off alone, drove up a hillside, quickly took a shortcut to overtake the armored vehicle in front, and from the high vantage point she could see several small dark shapes moving in the distance.
Having determined the direction, Furiosa swung the iron bar and twisted the throttle again, charging forward.
On the other side.
Immortan Joe stripped himself of everything, even his breathing mask, and ran bare-chested across the wasteland with all his might.
However, given his seriously ill health, no matter how fast he ran, he couldn't go very fast.
Moreover, he hadn't run in ages, and his agility had diminished considerably, to the point that he now ran like a crab.
It's like walking in a straight line; it looks rather comical no matter how you look at it.
There were four more people ahead of him: two combatants and the other was Kalashnikov.
Upon hearing the sound of a motorcycle engine behind him, Immortan Joe frantically shouted for his old buddies and men to come back and run with him.
As a result, those three guys actually ran even faster.
It's as if he's a plague god.
By the time he finished shouting, Furiosa had already arrived at Immortan Joe's side on her motorcycle. She was carrying an iron bar, and the motorcycle was circling around her, as if she were washing her hands before a meal, not in a hurry to enjoy her "delicious feast."
Immortan Joe stopped and started spinning around in circles with Furiosa, talking all the while.
" Furiosa..."
"Let me leave here. You can take any of those women you like!"
" Furiosa!!"
Furiosa remained silent, continuing to drive the motorcycle in circles with one hand while holding an iron bar in the other. Even though one hand was mechanical and one of her shoulders had been shot, she still handled the motorcycle with ease.
Immortan Joe felt like a mouse being watched by a cat, especially after seeing the armored vehicle coming over the mountain, which made him even more panicked.
He dared not linger with Furiosa any longer, and instead began his escape again with crab-like steps.
Although it is virtually impossible to outrun an armored vehicle on foot.
But Immortan Joe, still refused to give up hope.
However, the moment he took another step...
Furiosa started moving too.
The woman controlled the motorcycle's throttle, brandishing an iron bar, and followed behind Immortan Joe, striking him repeatedly.
"Run!"
Furiosa suddenly flew into a rage and struck with unusual force, nearly knocking Immortan Joe to the ground.
But even this one strike shattered and tore off Immortan Joe's transparent armor, and the talcum powder inside drifted into the air as Immortan Joe ran.
Immortan Joe gritted his teeth and glared angrily at Furiosa, but he didn't dare slow down his movements even a little bit, wishing they could transform into wheels of fire and carry him straight into the sky.
Furiosa laughed, a sinister grin spreading across her face, as she swung her club a second time at Immortan Joe.
Without the armor's cushioning, the blow landed squarely on Immortan Joe, with a muffled thud, like a master chef beating meatballs.
Immortan Joe gritted his teeth, tears welling in his eyes from the pain, but dared not cry out, for fear of losing his last breath.
He even channeled his grief into motivation, quickening his pace even further.
However, none of this could compare to a motorcycle. Furiosa simply twisted the throttle slightly, erasing the speed difference, and continued to beat Immortan Joe, this piece of raw pork, with her iron rod.
Bang bang bang!
Every strike landed solidly.
Immortan Joe was in so much pain that he wanted to retaliate, but at that moment Furiosa would subtly swerve away from him, making him visible but untouchable.
The whole process was like walking a dog.
Immortan Joe was furious, but the armored vehicle behind him was getting closer and closer...
run!
run--
Why are you running?!
After taking another solid hit from the heavy iron rod, Immortan Joe collapsed to the ground, sliding several meters before gazing at the sky and panting heavily.
He's not running anymore!
I gave up.
Do whatever you want.
He's a man who's about to die.
Moreover, he is now all alone, his two eldest sons' fates are unknown, and he even personally shot and killed the fetus in his womb...
I'm not running anymore.
He thought his slacking off would make Furiosa lose interest, but Immortan Joe didn't expect that this woman would simply throw the motorcycle aside and come back alone with an iron bar.
"F... Furiosa?" Immortan Joe's voice trembled.
Without uttering a word, Furiosa raised the large iron bar!
Bang bang bang bang bang!!!
Before the armored vehicles arrived, Furiosa frantically pounded on Immortan Joe.
Immortan Joe curled up on the ground, covering his head with his hands, and let out a scream when he could no longer bear it.
Hearing the screams, Furiosa fought even harder, refusing to stop even as blood seeped through the bandages on her shoulders.
Finally, the Mutual Aid Society soldiers on the armored vehicle jumped down and stopped the completely Rampage Furiosa, taking her to the side to rest.
Furiosa stood there watching as Immortan Joe was dragged away by the soldiers, her lips slightly upturned, but her eyes were as fierce as a wolf's.
Snap!
A roll of bandages was thrown over.
Max slowly walked towards the direction of the tank...