The walkers watched this scene in a daze in the distance, feeling extremely absurd.

"Blasting Machine Buddha? Is there such Buddha?"

The younger brother beside Liu Zheng touched his head with a question mark on his face.

"That's the believers of the Mechanical God Cult! Are the guards at the city gate all eating shit? How could they put such people in? Or are they a group of idiots who only charge tips!"

A local indigenous man stared at the source of turmoil in the slums and cursed loudly.

"Yes, a group of brain-dead guys know how to squeeze and charge every day, and you can't do anything else!"

"Grandma, I don't know if this madman is a simple believer or a mechanical transformer. If it is the latter, it will be troublesome..."

The madman who shouted that the mechanical ascends also attracted others, saying a lot, but no one dared to stop them.

"Why is this guy doing this?"

Manniu asked the buzz-haired man.

"Who knows, anyway, people who believe in mechanical gods and Buddhas are all crazy people, shouting all day long to purify the world, not only anti-humans, but any life except machinery is the garbage of the world in their eyes and needs to be cleaned up."

The man with a buzz cut cursed and took out a revolver and wanted to rush over, but looking at Gatlin in the hands of the mechanical believer, he gave up.

"Ahhh...Help...Woo..."

"Don't kill me..."

"Someone comes to save us..."...

The sky above the poor camp was shrouded in tears and screams, and everyone was fleeing desperately. Those who couldn't escape could only face the bombs thrown by the madman and the bullets fired by machine guns.

As for resistance?

Sorry, those who live by receiving relief food all day long are either old, weak, sick, disabled, or cowards without courage, and they have no weapons.

"Damn, what about the soldiers? Why haven't you come yet? If not, let's go!"

Someone was slaughtered and his eyes were red and angry.

But this statement did not cause any response. Everyone here was silent, even though they had weapons in their hands.

The most important thing that everyone at the bottom of the wasteland knows is that you cannot be hurt!

Because once injured, it is difficult to afford expensive therapeutic drugs, forming a vicious cycle and not far from death.

This matter should be managed by soldiers from the gathering place, not civilians.

Besides, the madman also seemed to know that the poor camps in the surrounding areas were best bullied and did not threaten them.

"You...are you just staring at me?"

A young man who walked out of the restaurant clenched his fists and roared at the strong men with weapons on his body, and he was wearing a waiter's apron.

Everyone didn't say anything for a moment and didn't go to see him.

"It doesn't hurt when you stand and talk, go."

A tall and thin man glared at him disdainfully.

"you..."

The boy was so angry that he shivered all over, but he still gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, you don't go, I'll go!"

Then he rushed towards the direction of the poor camp, but after a few steps, when an explosion came, his legs immediately softened, and a dog crawled on the ground with a shit. After hesitating for a moment, he didn't dare to go.

"Hahaha..."

The people who were ridiculed by the boy just now burst into laughter.

Don’t have the ability to be a hero?

Poor child, hasn’t his parents taught him a truth? Although heroes are glorious, they often die the most miserable!

"Boss..."

When Liu Zheng heard a voice, he felt the corner of his clothes being pulled. He couldn't help but look back and found that Alin was looking at him, looking like he was eager to speak but stopped.

"Alin is obedient, it's not our business."

Manniu shook his head helplessly. He pulled Alin to his side and signaled him to see other companions.

The rest of the team were also watching, no one showed that he was willing to take action, and some were still talking about how much ammunition the believer of the mechanical god and Buddha had left.

"Tip: The contribution list appears. Killing any enemy except the virus camp will receive contribution points. You can use contribution points to exchange for rewards in your camp at any time."

When such a voice sounded in all the travelers' ears, Liu Zheng's eyes lit up and he blurted out: "It's related to us now."

"Kill that lunatic!"

"It's unbearable to dare to kill here!"

"Split equally?"

"Share you a big deal, whoever grabs it will be whoever gets it!"...

Suddenly, a group of people with different dresses and weapons jumped out from everywhere and rushed to the poor camp.

"I'll go, where did they come from?"

Manniu was stunned. It was obvious that these people were their peers. The infinite walkers from the infinite reincarnation land were all those assigned to the virus camp. But he had not noticed that they were also in this gathering place.

"Search points with me?"

Liu Zheng, who had decided to take action, sneered and suddenly disappeared from the spot.

"We know we are a burden, but the boss's speed is too...it's too damaging to people."

The younger brothers are already numb to the elusive Liu Zheng. With their nerve reactions and perceptions, they can't even see Liu Zheng's shadow.

"Die!"

A walker used an anti-equipment sniper rifle to aim at the mechanical gods and Buddhas believers who were still laughing wildly and constantly killing people.

With a bang, the bullet broke out into the air, and the walker was also shocked by the recoil.

With this moment, Xia Ran stopped the sound of the machine gun, and the figure fell heavily to the ground.

Other travelers were instinctively depressed. The head was taken by others, and they could not get it even if the box was exposed. This is the mechanism of data flow.

"Wait, I'm not dead!"

When the walker found that there were no boxes on the dead body, he couldn't help but scream in surprise.

Generally speaking, except for the most trashy cannon fodder templates that won't explode the box, they will basically explode the box if they have some combat effectiveness.

I was shot by a sniper rifle and lay down on my head, but now I don’t see the box. Isn’t it because I’m not dead?

Just as the words were just out, the madman who was originally lying on the corpse sat up in shock when he was dying. A carp was thrust up and laughed wildly: "Hahaha... I want to send you to see the gods and Buddhas, not to go by myself now!"

Half of his face was empty, as if he had been gnawed by a dog, his chin, half and nose disappeared, revealing the bloody tissue and arc-lit wires inside.

"Kill him!"

"beat!"

"Whoever kills will decide whoever!"...

The travelers didn't want to listen to his nonsense, so they just searched the guys and started attacking them.

One by one, the black muzzles were pointed at him, and then a bullet frenzy broke out.

Accompanied by the sound of gunfire, the madman was beaten and twitched constantly, and his body was covered with bullet holes.

What was shocking was that what was flowing out of the bullet holes that were punched out of his body was not blood, but black greasy substances.

"Damn, this guy is absolutely 99% of mechanical transformation! Hit him in the head!"

Some people have understood the various forces of the wasteland machinery camp and understood what happened immediately.

The previous sniper bullet failed to completely kill this guy, and just take off the remaining half of his head, it should be able to kill him.

"Those who do not believe in mechanical gods and Buddhas deserve to die, purify all the dirt in the world!"

The madman had already held Gatlin up and pulled the trigger to strafuse the bullet storm beat the group of travelers who had reached the vicinity and ran away with their heads and had to retreat and look for cover.

"Sinner! Don't think that I can't find you when I hide there!"

This guy is also a freak. He can play Gatlin very well with one hand. While suppressing the walkers in front of him with firepower, he aimed his palm at the travelers in the distance who were aiming at him for a long-range sniping.

Suddenly, a laser was fired from his palm, and the travelers at the sniper points were hit one after another.

"I'm so scared...what is the difference between this special code and a Terminator? I'm so scared."

The first walker who used a sniper rifle to lie on the ground with his head shrank, and cursed with breath. If he were one step later, he would probably be instantly instantly.

"Look at me, the flying sword, fuck him to death!"

Among the group of travelers who rushed to the madman but were suppressed by fire, a short man hid behind his teammates who were holding a shield next to him, took out a small tribute platform, put a small sword on it, then plucked the soil into incense, and kept chanting curses at the small sword.

"Hurry up your special code, my shield is almost broken!"

The teammates in front of him looked at the shield that had fallen by durability and screamed in distress.

"alright!"
To be continued...