Not long after leaving the Big Camphor Tree Base, the tank was transported using a modified flatbed trailer.
After all, prolonged self-movent of the tank tends to lead to malfunctions, so during the journey, it can temporarily be transported by flatbed trailer.
The motorcade was very long, stretching more than three hundred ters.
But the speed wasn’t fast, with the vehicles rising and falling along the road, lulling those inside to sleep.
The scorching sun blazed down on the road, the dry air, the heat waves rising up, brushed against their faces, making them feel inexplicably uncomfortable.
Bang!
Li Yu closed the window and asked Dapao to turn on the air conditioning.
As cold air blew out, Dapao drove and said to Li Yu, "Brother Yu, it’s too hot today, the steering wheel is burning."
Li Yu opened a bottle of water beside him and handed it to Dapao.
"Drink so, cool down."
The speed of the convoy wasn’t fast, but perhaps it was because the weather was too hot, they didn’t see many birds along the way.
.....
Nanyang.
A small town five kiloters away from Oil City.
The roar of vehicles, a man descended from a large mud truck.
The personnel guarding here greeted him, "Brother Guan."
The man called Brother Guan had a Blood Drop on his forehead, his entire nose covered in birthmarks, looking fierce and intimidating.
"Where’s Old Ghost?" Guan Zhongjin asked the personnel on duty.
The personnel glanced around, then leaned in to whisper to Guan Zhongjin, "The boss found a model today, he’s likely busy now. Brother Guan, I don’t think it’s a good ti to see him."
Hearing this, Guan Zhongjin responded calmly, "Alright, I understand."
After speaking, he addressed the ones behind him, "Once the oil is stored, you can go relax."
The people behind him showed signs of delight at his words.
They quickly asked, "Thank you, Brother Guan. Want to join us for so fun?"
Guan Zhongjin shook his head, smiling, "You go ahead, I’ve got other things to attend to."
The gang mbers didn’t press further, and hurriedly drove the cars laden with oil to the designated location.
In the Motorcycle Gang, they had a designated relaxation area.
Inside there was alcohol, pool tables, and won.
These won were forcibly taken by the Motorcycle Gang from nearby areas, purely for their pleasure and release.
The Motorcycle Gang relied on violent plunder, seizing a large amount of resources and people.
But Old Ghost treated his n rather well, so long as they didn’t betray the Motorcycle Gang or him, they could do anything they wanted.
Everything was barbaric and primitive.
Those returning with Guan Zhongjin hurriedly transported the oil to the designated location.
Then they imdiately went to the relaxation room.
Upon entering the relaxation room, there was a din.
What caught their eyes was a cage resembling an arena, with two n inside fighting fiercely.
"Kill him, kill him, number 34, kill him."
"Well done, hahaha, Old Bug, seems like I’ll win this ti, hehe, better get your cigarettes ready."
"Damn it, number 34, get up quickly."
......
This was a ring Old Ghost set up for everyone to enjoy, inside were mostly slaves they had captured, forced into fighting, the winner able to survive.
Fists eting flesh, sweat and blood, relentlessly stimulating their nerves, keeping them excited.
Occasionally, so Motorcycle Gang mbers would join the fights, and Old Ghost supported this, offering special rewards for consecutive wins.
In his view, the Motorcycle Gang was a pack of wild wolves, and wolves ate at, they were bloodthirsty, he needed subordinates who were mad and bloodthirsty like wolves.
mbers of the Motorcycle Gang were all n; no won, children, or elders.
Under Old Ghost’s intentional propaganda, these Motorcycle gang mbers were brainwashed, pursuing wild abandon, tily pleasures, violence, and bloodthirst.
Old Ghost told them, only wolves could survive, timid sheep would only be rcilessly devoured.
In nature, tigers pounce on antelopes, eagles hunt rabbits, wolves pursue wild cattle.
They were all predators; people either beco predators or prey.
Old Ghost said, to make them top predators, only by discarding past moral restraints, only by not fearing life and death, could they beco top predators.
Through deliberate exaggeration, the group was brainwashed, deeply instilled with the idea of treating humans as prey.
They worshiped Old Ghost, thanked him for freeing them, making them wild and fearless, thinking they understood the rules of the world and found the path of "truth."
They worshiped Old Ghost, revered everything he brought them.
In their eyes, Old Ghost was the one who saved their souls, leading them to now.
They were mad, undaunted by death. They regarded their scars as marks of pursuing "truth."
They followed Old Ghost like disciples pursuing Jesus in the West, fanatically chasing Jesus.
To die for "truth" ant entering an extre paradise, enjoying supre glory in that paradise, gaining eternal life and happiness.
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