CHAPTER 635: CHAPTER 312: DESERT IRON ALLIANCE

"And then, when we were in Yijin City, Sister Ning told us that the Ocean Team in the caravan mainly engaged in some shady trade before in Xilan City. The people on their vehicles are a mixed bag, and their management is chaotic. That’s why they encountered issues on the first day we entered Yijin City. Besides them, there’s also a Rose Team, where 80% of the women survived the apocalypse by selling themselves, while the men are responsible for protection and pimping, and there’s another team called Hell Brave..."

"Hell... Brave?" Chen Sixuan repeated with a frown, "What’s wrong?"

But KIKI’s expression changed as she heard this.

Lin Xian glanced at KIKI’s strange expression and then said, "It’s nothing. Just because they’re all muscular men doesn’t mean anything, you’re overthinking it."

"I’m not overthinking!" KIKI snorted and glanced at Sha Sha beside her, "Sha Sha, have you ever seen your brother in denim hot pants?"

Clap!

Sha Sha, who was fiddling with the Excitation Circuit, couldn’t help but tremble when she heard this. The circuit suddenly short-circuited, bursting into a string of white sparks, and Sha Sha turned around with a horrified look.

"What... what the hell?"

"See." KIKI pointed at Sha Sha’s expression, "Even she’s reacting like that."

Chen Sixuan also had a strange expression upon hearing this.

Lin Xian said calmly, "That’s why I said they’re just traveling together. Merging is definitely out of the question. Besides, they’ll all take the northern route to Quan City, only we and Dragon Mountain No.1 will take the southern route to Jin Hai."

"What about Queen Mo and the Joker Team?" KIKI asked, "Wasn’t that woman planning to follow you?"

Lin Xian suddenly had a headache, "We’ll deal with it when the time comes. If they want to travel with us, it won’t really be a disadvantage to us."

The teams of Qian Deli and Monica are powerful, and their superpowers are also quite strong. Having more fellow travelers heading to Jin Hai wouldn’t be an issue for him.

"Captain Lin."

At this time, Shu Qin’s voice came through the communicator, "We’ve searched a few streets and haven’t found anything yet. There are traces of some caravan camps here, but there’s nothing useful left."

On a desolate street, the road was half-buried in yellow sand, and tumbleweeds rolled across with the chilly wind. Shu Qin and Lv Chang stood at a street corner and on the rooftop of a small building, respectively, observing the surroundings.

"There are a few more streets and a large market. We’ll probably finish searching in about 10 minutes."

"Got it."

Lin Xian pressed the communicator, "Brother Huo, how are things on your end?"

Whoosh~

Lu Xingchen, soaring in the sky, was fully enjoying the thrill of flying freely in broad daylight. Given his speed, it only took a moment for him to take in the whole view of the small town, and the scorching heat had no effect on him. Among the Joint Fleet, he lived the most carefree life in this yellow soil desert.

"Brother Lin, I haven’t found anything yet. I’ll expand my search range."

After speaking, Lu Xingchen smiled suavely and shot up into the sky with flames trailing behind him.

At this time, in a farm to the northeast of Rob Town, a dozen wildly designed, spike-welded modified off-road vehicles surrounded a caravan camp made up of a bus and passenger cars. These off-road vehicles were covered in spiked steel spears, with a red vulture symbol on their bodies, distorted to resemble the Phoenix Society’s Phoenix emblem. The front of the cars was modified into rotating meat grinders, blades wet with dried blood and flesh, the doors replaced with serrated circular saws, and the wheels outfitted with spike chains that smashed everything in their path.

One of the trucks had been transformed into an iron cage, holding dozens of villagers from New Village Town like prisoners. These people didn’t seem to belong to the same caravan. Some had special metal masks and hand and ankle chains, apparently meant for superpower users or toughened individuals. Besides them, most people in the truck were men, children, and some older women.

Some recently captured survivors were in a frenzy, howling to break free from the cage because in a warehouse ahead of the prisoner vehicle, dozens of thugs were wantonly celebrating. These people were fully armed, wearing studded jackets or alternative vests and trench coats, crazily shouting while six or seven women were being beaten bruised with kicks and rifle butts, most of their clothes torn off, tied up with iron chains binding their hands and feet to discarded wooden crates, and subjected to systematic assaults!

On the ground lay several executed survivors, their fresh blood yet to cool. For a moment, the overseers’ whips, women’s cries, teammates’ roars, and thugs’ frantic cackles, coupled with the screams of zombies outside the farm’s barbed wire, painted a hellish picture of humanity’s degradation in the apocalyptic wasteland.

The leader of this rogue convoy, nicknamed Brother J, was a captain of a sub-faction under the Red Vulture Group. Unlike the other gang members’ outfits, he wore a clean, white shirt, sporting gold-rimmed glasses and meticulously groomed oily hair, like a refined middle-class man from a big city.

In contrast, he held a Nepalese knife in his right hand as he dragged a tied, struggling middle-aged man to one of the girls. This girl was the youngest among the women, tethered at the very end. Though stripped of her clothing, she hadn’t been violated yet, seemingly reserved just for him.

The girl, tears streaming down her face, watched as the leader cleaved into the middle-aged man’s shoulder with the knife right in front of her, causing a blood fountain as the man cried out in pain.