"Joe!! Immortan Joe!!!"
"Stand up! Say something!"
A heart-wrenching scream came from behind.
Nux, who had been escorted here by soldiers, had his faith shatter the moment he saw Immortan Joe lying on the ground.
He was raised with the same ideas as Immortan Joe, like the God of the V8 Engine and that Immortan Joe was invincible...
When Immortan Joe conquered the fortress, he led his men up alone and fought for several days without reinforcements, eventually taking the entire fortress.
Nux learned from such stories from a young age.
Within the entire fortress, his faith in Immortan Joe was, if not second to none, certainly among the top.
He couldn't accept the current defeated state of Immortan Joe.
"Joe! You're invincible, stand up!"
With his hands bound, Nux howled and scrambled to Immortan Joe, then knelt and cried out in his ear.
"How annoying!" Immortan Joe's face was covered in blood and grime. He barely opened his swollen eyes and reached out to slam Nux's head to the ground.
Nux kept crying, tears and snot streaming onto the sand. It was unclear where he was squeezing the water out of his body after being exposed to the sun for two days.
Furiosa, her bandages reapplied, walked weakly past not far away.
When Nux saw this, he immediately got up from the ground, and even with his hands bound, he rushed over to avenge Immortan Joe.
"You better behave yourself!"
A soldier nearby kicked him, sending Nux sprawling face-first into the dirt, landing right in front of Furiosa in a very disheveled state.
"Take them all away!" The squad leader on the scene waved his hand, and immediately men came over to grab Nux and Immortan Joe. The two of them were like souls lost, letting the soldiers detain them and throw them into the armored vehicle.
Of those who escaped, only Kalashnikov and two combatants remained.
Like Immortan Joe, they had run out of gas and abandoned their vehicle to escape.
In this desert, two feet can never outrun a car.
Less than three minutes after Immortan Joe was put into the vehicle, the armored vehicle, which had restarted its journey, caught up with the three men, who were hiding in a shady slope, trying to evade capture.
Unfortunately, the drones were constantly watching them.
Immortan Joe +3.
Furiosa's chariot was completely destroyed and could no longer be started.
Max had no choice but to help her into the armored vehicle, enduring the howling attacks of the Nux along the way.
This man, who had been a mere accessory for two days, was exceptionally strong. He kept wailing for Immortan Joe, until Max finally couldn't take it anymore and took off his socks, throwing them in front of Nux.
Nux stared blankly at the pair of stinky socks in front of him for a long time, and dared not cry anymore.
Compared to the lively Nux, Immortan Joe and the others remained quiet, and some even seemed to be falling asleep.
They ran for two days and two nights almost without sleep to evade capture. Even an iron man would get tired, let alone these elderly people who were already in their fifties or sixties.
The atmosphere inside the car suddenly became very quiet.
Furiosa wanted to ask the soldiers around her about their origins, but she was too weak from blood loss and collapsed onto the floor in less than half a minute, just like Immortan Joe.
After Max found her something to prop up her head, he quickly leaned against the wall and fell asleep himself.
I don't know how much time has passed.
Max felt the car stop.
The armored vehicle doors were reopened.
The soldier's voice rang in my ears:
"We've arrived, everyone get off the bus."
Max shook the pale-faced Furiosa awake, helped her off the chariot, while the soldiers escorted Immortan Joe and the others behind them.
"Is this a wounded soldier?"
As soon as I came down, a person dressed in a white coat, who looked like a doctor, came over to ask me something.
"Yes, she was shot in the shoulder. Thank you for your help." Max handed the weak and exhausted Furiosa to the medical team and went back to being on his own.
He looked around.
He had visited this fortress just a few days ago.
But in just these few days, something seems to have changed.
Max stood there for a long time before he realized what was different.
population.
There are so many more people here than a few days ago.
The ragged refugees formed a surging crowd in the surrounding wasteland, holding forms and queuing up, seemingly doing nothing.
Max stood like a rock, unmoving, a stark contrast to the ever-flowing crowd around him.
He was quickly noticed.
"Hey, you in the jacket, I'm talking to you. You should get a medical checkup too, see what's wrong with your health, treat any illnesses early, and prevent them if you don't."
As the words fell, a person
He walked past Max, and before he knew it, a form was in his hand.
"Don't lose it! Take a picture first, then stick it on..."
The refugees are undergoing basic medical examinations.
Furiosa was also taken away for surgery.
But Immortan Joe weren't so lucky.
He and his men were all thrown into a prisoner-of-war camp.
Apart from a group of the Vulture Tribe prisoners, everyone currently imprisoned here is one of Immortan Joe's men.
Many of these people were injured, so after receiving some basic treatment and being made sure they wouldn't die, they were thrown in.
So once he entered, Nux felt right at home.
Cries and screams could be heard everywhere!
He could easily be seen wailing at a funeral here, or even holding a funeral procession on the spot without it feeling out of place.
Immortan Joe's body was too conspicuous, even though he no longer had that transparent armor, his hair was a mess, and even his eyes were swollen from being punched.
But everyone recognized him immediately.
All eyes turned to him.
Everyone looked at Immortan Joe and Kalashnikov up and down, along with the two Mutual Aid Society soldiers following behind them.
The calm before the Typhoon.
For some reason, Nux came up with this word.
Sure enough, after putting Immortan Joe down, the two soldiers quickly left.
The prisoner-of-war camp gate slammed shut.
Then...
call!
As if a gust of wind had appeared out of nowhere, everyone stood up in an instant, their eyes fixed intently on Immortan Joe. Even Nux, who wasn't the main target, felt that these people's gazes possessed a tangible power that could burn a person's skin.
Immortan Joe remained calm and said in a deep voice, "Is this the answer you've given us?"
"The gates of Valhalla will never open for you! You will forever be condemned to damnation..."
"Joe!"
A burly man interrupted him, parted the crowd, and walked up to Immortan Joe.
Immortan Joe glanced at the man; he seemed to have seen him somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place him.
A glance at his skin revealed that, although the white paint had been washed off, this man was clearly a War Boys, a former member of the suicide squad.
The burly man didn't give Immortan Joe any time to think. He grabbed Immortan Joe by the collar and lifted him up.
"I have a question for you—where did my oil go?!"
"Ha???"
Immortan Joe had no idea what he was talking about.
"My gas! I said, where did the gas I put in the trunk go?!"
"Gasoline in the trunk?" Immortan Joe muttered to himself, a glimmer of inspiration finally flashing through his dazed mind.
That happened before we entered the swamp.
He had already foreseen the gasoline shortage and the need to sacrifice some people to slow down the armored vehicles.
So, under the cover of darkness, he took some gasoline that some people didn't need from their car trunks...
Okay, actually he just stole oil.
Without the stolen gasoline, he simply couldn't have driven continuously for two days in the desert.
"Remember me now? You oil thief!"
Immortan Joe was shaken by the big man, and he returned from his memories to reality.
He stared intently at the War Boys in front of him.
I don't quite understand why he reacted so strongly.
It's just a little bit of oil I took from him.
Isn't that how it should be?
Everything these people have is given to them by themselves...
These people not only failed to be loyal to him, but instead surrendered to the enemy, and even dared to question him?
Even Immortan Joe isn't without a temper!
He's already had enough to be frustrated about.
He was chased by armored vehicles, brutally beaten by Furiosa, and even killed his own child...
These War Boys actually dare to openly defy him now?
Immortan Joe was about to shout angrily, but what came out of his mouth was not the majestic and sacred jade voice he had imagined, but a cry of pain!
Ouch!
This young man lacked sportsmanship, launched a sneak attack, and ended up smashing his own head against the wall.
Having already been beaten by Furiosa with an iron rod, Immortan Joe couldn't withstand this any longer. He immediately felt his head buzzing, swayed a couple of times, and then passed out.
"You thief, you dare to pretend to be unconscious?"
"Beat them!"
Bang bang bang!
It might be a good thing that Immortan Joe is unconscious...
Nux watched as his former brothers brutally beat up Immortan Joe, as if he didn't even recognize them anymore.
Didn't we all worship the God of the V8 Engine together before?
Aren't we all devout believers?
Why did these people suddenly become like this?
Nux didn't understand.
After a brief moment of shock, he rushed forward and lay down beside Immortan Joe to protect him, shouting and trying to awaken his former brothers and rekindle their spirits.
Faith in the God of the V8 Engine.
As a result, his brothers beat him up as well.
This beating was exceptionally painful.
Both Nux and Immortan Joe were covered in bruises.
Even after the Mutual Aid Society soldiers heard the commotion and came to drive everyone away, Nux still muttered to himself in confusion, "Why... why did this..."
Pooh!
Someone spat next to Nux.
"That bitch has been lying to us all along. He's not some incarnation of the God of the V8 Engine at all, and he doesn't have any powerful combat abilities. He's just like us, being chased all over the place by those people!"
He also stole my gasoline!
"If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been arrested!"
With their faith completely shattered, the War Boys kicked Immortan Joe all the way to the deepest abyss.
The War Boys are a group of fanatics, with some particularly fanatical individuals even willing to die for Immortan Joe and a Valhalla religious lie about Valhalla.
But a large part of it is due to stimulants; they haven't used stimulants for some time since being captured.
Reason is slowly returning to their minds.
Then everyone huddled together, and after a little thought, they discovered that Immortan Joe had stolen the oil. Then, as they continued to think about it, they began to suspect that Immortan Joe was using them as cannon fodder.
and...
So many War Boys, none of them died loyally for Immortan Joe, which ultimately feels a bit like letting down the God of the V8 Engine whom they always believed in.
I still have some lingering doubts about it.
However, it is human nature to always make excuses for oneself.
In such situations, most people don't think, "I failed in my duty, therefore I deserve to die," but rather, "I failed in my duty because of xxxx..."
Many people have even gone so far as to focus their attention on Immortan Joe and the Church of the V8 Engine God.
As long as Immortan Joe and the Church of the V8 Engine God ceases to exist, Old Joe is a bad guy, and the cult, as those soldiers said, is just an evil cult that should be banned.
Wouldn't that mean they wouldn't have to suffer from a guilty conscience?
Of course, these War Boys weren't exactly knowledgeable enough to think that deeply, but their human instincts would drive them to do so.
The beating and contempt they now feel towards Immortan Joe is an instinctive reaction.
Besides, Immortan Joe has already been captured and is being left here like a dead dog.
Those War Boys aren't brainless; how could they not understand that the tide has turned?
This is the final frenzy...
Looking at these brutal War Boys, Kalashnikov, hiding in an unknown corner, shrank back, not daring to show his face at all.
However, his idea was quickly thwarted.
Someone suddenly remembered him. "Where's Kalashnikov?"
"I clearly saw him come in with that bitch Joe!"
"You must be mistaken, he wasn't caught," Kalashnikov shouted in a high-pitched voice.
Where did that strange noise come from?
"The one who spoke was Kalashnikov!"
"Get him!!!"
Inside the fortress.
Furiosa has gotten off the operating table.
Angharad came down with her.
Just as the doctor initially diagnosed, this pregnant woman was unable to save the fetus.
The bullet fired by Immortan Joe hit the fetus squarely in the head. Even if it had been taken to a hospital in another timeline, it would have been beyond saving, let alone on the operating table.
In response, Furiosa only hoped that Angharad wouldn't be too sad after waking up. Although she had no feelings for Immortan Joe, the unborn child was still hers.
Even Angharad decided to conspire with her to leave the fortress because the child was about to be born.
There was a sudden knock on the door of the temporary ward.
It's Max.
He brought Furiosa's mechanical hand, along with a piece of paper in his hand.
"Are you going to continue the Wandering Earth?" Furiosa asked.
Max said, "I just submitted the application, and they'll return my car to me once it's approved."
"Oh..." Furiosa looked out the window, a sense of melancholy washing over her.
She looked again at the piece of paper in Max's hand and asked curiously, "What's that?"
Max handed over the papers.
It was a medical examination form with many checkmarks and crosses, and some parts had long paragraphs of writing on it.
These words are in English and some other languages.
Furiosa's level of understanding is barely at the English alphabet level, let alone languages other than English...
Just as she was about to wish Max a good day, the door to the hospital room suddenly opened again:
" Director Wu, that patient is inside. Through the psychological test we just conducted, we learned that he not only frequently experiences visual and auditory hallucinations, but sometimes also exhibits aggressive behavior..."