I met unscrupulous teammates at the beginning, watch me turn the tide

The originally noisy crowd began to quiet down.

She lifted her hood, and her black hair fell out.

Blue Rose looked around, as if counting the number of people, then nodded and said:

"This time, our mission is to travel 300 kilometers to connect with the personnel at Shelter No. 10 for supplies."

"Our mission is to protect the supplies and deliver them to the designated location, and then bring them back."

"Now go to Defense Section No. 1 and get all the vehicles out. We'll set off straight away!"

Shen Bei followed the crowd.

I was a little surprised.

Is it just an escort mission?

Is it necessary to gather so many people with special abilities?

It feels like ordinary people equipped with heavy firepower can complete the mission back and forth.

Shen Bei didn't think much about it.

Arrived at Section 1.

This position is at the very front of the Titan.

The so-called garage is an iron house hanging on the body of the Titan.

Lower the deck, close to the ground, but not touching it.

Otherwise, the Titan's movement speed would cause the deck to shatter like plastic.

Driving the vehicle out of the garage still requires certain skills.

After all, the Titan is moving, and the vehicle cannot go too slowly, it is almost like a catapult rushing out.

Once the speed slows down, it is easy to fly off the deck.

It took about half an hour.

Ten vehicles left the shelter and sped through the wilderness.

In the convoy, there is an off-road vehicle with an antenna on the roof, which should be a radio transceiver used for walkie-talkies.

This off-road vehicle is naturally the one that Blue Rose rides in.

Seven pickup trucks followed behind.

Each pickup truck is equipped with artillery.

Three of them were loaded with supplies and covered with tarpaulins. It was unknown what they were loaded with.

However, from Shen Bei's observation, they should all be light cargo.

After all, the tires haven't changed much.

The other two vehicles were people carriers, and Shen Bei and others were squeezed in the truck bed, experiencing a bumpy ride.

The convoy crawled like little snakes in the rolling dust.

The strong wind blew open a gap in the dense clouds, and the scorching sun poured down. The various creatures that were originally moving on the ground immediately fled in all directions, each looking for a dark place to hide.

The temperature of the ground under direct sunlight rose rapidly, and soon the rising hot air distorted the scenery on the ground.

Fortunately, there was a carport above Shen Bei's head on the transport vehicle, so he was not exposed to the sun.

The only sounds around were the whistling wind and the dull thud of wheels rolling over the ground.

It was mid-afternoon, and although the scorching sun was obscured by clouds, this desolate land was still as hot as a furnace, mercilessly scorching the earth.

On this slightly flat wasteland, the convoy moved forward with difficulty, the vehicles roaring incessantly, as if they were fighting tenaciously against invisible resistance.

The carriage carrying the crowd was crowded with people, and there were even two people sitting on the roof of the cab. They held tightly in their hands the AK rifles that had gone through a century of vicissitudes and were still popular, and looked around vigilantly at the seemingly endless wasteland.

The people in the car were of all shapes and sizes, some fat, some thin, and all kinds of clothes. The weapons in their hands were even more disorganized. Some people even held old gunpowder guns that could only be used against birds.

They looked tired, their eyes were empty, they were drowsy under the scorching sun, and their heads seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.

Shen Bei held the eye-catching modified rifle in his arms and leaned against the wall of the carriage. As the vehicle bumped up and down, his body swayed with it.

He occupied a relatively spacious position at the rear of the last people transport truck.

In this carriage, there are several fierce characters who also dominate a corner. They are all first-level psychics. Even in this hastily assembled team, no one dares to provoke them easily.

Compared with those sturdy guys, the reason why Shen Bei, who is thinner in stature, can enjoy the same treatment is entirely due to the carefully modified sniper rifle in his hand.