All Novel Full Chapter 1343
Chapter 1343: Chapter 1205: Anchor, you’re running the wrong way!
Chapter 1343: Chapter 1205: Anchor, you’re running the wrong way!
“I thought the trailer only showed transformations into beasts, but Half-Beast Men are possible too?”
“Does that mean there can be Cat Girls and Fox Ladies?”
“I want a Tiger Lady!
Tiger Lady!!
Tiger Lady!!!”
“Better to rely on yourself than on others!
I’m gonna buy the Game for my wife right now!”
“That’s what you call relying on yourself??”
“So jealous, I want a Furry wife too!”
…
Super Tomato’s question didn’t raise suspicions among the live-streamer community; instead, it stirred up a frenzy of Furry Control in the live broadcast room.
Super Tomato quickly shut up and focused on tickling a Mutant beetle with the little pistol in his hand to prevent the live broadcast room from spiraling out of control.
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The battle on-site rapidly escalated.
Wanderers began to suffer serious injuries.
Super Tomato saw, with his own eyes, Austin get struck squarely by the sharp limb of a Mutant beetle.
Luckily, he used his Alloy Claw to block it, otherwise, he might have died on the spot.
There was also a bulky man with a bear-like torso and arms covered in thick hair, who seemed to rely on his own brawn to hold the front line.
However, failing to dodge in time, his entire left arm was sent flying, and he took a vicious blow to the chest, spraying blood over three meters right there on the spot.
Super Tomato almost thought he was a goner.
But he wasn’t.
That brother was indeed tough.
While being dragged away from the center of the fight, he still had the strength to inject himself with a syringe.
Super Tomato placed him together with a large Dog that wouldn’t stop bleeding and tried to bandage them up urgently after tearing open their Clothes.
—His little pistol was practically useless; he had already switched to being a Medic on the battlefield.
And in this capacity, his contributions far exceeded the damage from his little pistol.
By the time these muscular men and women finished the battle and used Alloy Cable to subdue the half-dead Mutant monster, there were already 5 people lying down on Super Tomato’s side.
A Golden Dog, two Half-Beast Men, a Cyborg with an Electromagnetic Gun for a left arm and a built-in Mantis Blade for a right arm, and…
an Angel?
Super Tomato looked at the last sister he had pulled back and felt that this girl was quite magical in every aspect.
First was her appearance—when this silver-haired girl transformed, she sprouted a pair of pristine white Angel Wings from her back, which completely dumbfounded him.
“An Angel!?”
Weren’t these transformation abilities all gained by injecting Genetic Drugs?
So, had someone actually captured an Angel and then turned it into Genetic Drugs???
As Super Tomato was dragging the girl away from the center of the battlefield, he asked her this question.
The girl said with a bit of embarrassment, “It’s…
a mutated…
swan.”
Looking at her expression, Super Tomato immediately understood, “Oh, a mutated big goose, right.”
“???” If her arm hadn’t been broken, she probably would have given him a big slap right there and then.
But Super Tomato was fearless.
The reason was the second magical point:
You have wings and can fly, a combat unit of the skies, and you get a Fracture while fighting a Mutant beetle that can only crawl on the ground?
With that kind of thinking, there’s really not much to be afraid of…
Victory in battle, and after securing this incredibly valuable prize, the group, injured all over, immediately started drinking Fierce Wine and cheering without a care.
Even those with Serious injuries began chugging alcohol, making Super Tomato turn away in discomfort.
He could now confirm that the Wanderers were all pure brawlers!
Their lives were filled with racing cars, Combat, alcohol, songs, and they forged tight emotional bonds within these daily activities.
He found it hard to imagine how a character with this identity could leave this family, leave the vast Wilderness, and enter into the huge steel forest of Chang’an?
What kind of reasoning wouldn’t sound illogical?
The answer was straightforward—
Last night, their group of 24 dragged the Mutant beetle back to the Settlement while contacting a middleman, and without a break, continued to throw a Bonfire party.
Everyone was enjoying the barbeque and singing when they were suddenly ambushed.
The silver-haired Goose sister, who was dorkily handing Super Tomato a drink with her arm in a sling, was shot through the neck by a Bullet.
Bright red blood splashed all over his face.
Without any warning, the battle began.
Dense bullets rain down on everyone gathered around the bonfire.
There weren’t just 24 people here.
The entire small settlement had 47 people, and more than 30 were attending the party around the bonfire—men and women alike—what was more fatal was that over half of them were tipsy, without any sense of vigilance.
The result was an ambush that caught everyone off guard, instantly claiming over a dozen lives.
The screams of non-combatants and the cries of pain, the roars of soldiers ready for combat, the retaliatory gunshots, the howls after transformations…
echoed throughout the wilderness.
Super Tomato was tackled to the ground by a golden dog, which bit his neck and dragged him into the shadows.
“Wake up!
Run!
We’ve been betrayed!
The middleman’s name is Segg, remember this name!”
“Go to my home!
My shelter at home!
Survive, and then, find him!”
“What about you?” Super Tomato asked.
“Me?” The big dog spat out a mouthful of blood, and it was only then that Super Tomato saw that his chest was bleeding profusely.
He had been shot through.
“I’m going to give them some trouble!”
With that, he turned and charged into the unknown enemies in the dark night.
The bonfire was blown up into a great burst of sparks by a hand grenade thrown by one of their own, and all sources of light were also smashed by their own people.
But it didn’t work.
The attack didn’t stop, and fatal bullets continued to find the wanderers in the dark—aiming past armor, accurately striking throats and heads.
Clearly, the enemy’s weapon technology was very advanced.
People continued to die, and soldiers also continued to charge in the opposite direction, trying to buy more time for non-combatants to escape.
How many people could survive, Super Tomato didn’t know.
He could only follow the System prompts, running toward Austin’s home.
And then, he hid.
…
When everything quieted down, by the time he emerged from the shelter again, Austin’s home was a mess, clearly ransacked by the attackers from last night.
Stepping out of Austin’s front door, outside was a ground covered in bodies—even some of the women were stripped of their clothes, and the prosthetic bodies of several cyborgs had been disassembled completely.
All the residents were dead.
This small settlement had become a thing of the past overnight.
More than twenty operational cars were now reduced to two, likely too old and dilapidated even for the bandits to consider.
Their spoils of war—the mutant beetles, were naturally long gone.
Needless to say, those spoils were the key to this attack.
The middleman had betrayed them.
Super Tomato took some effort to drag all the bodies back into a few houses, then set fire to them, burning the bodies along with the houses.
Then he opened the car door, started his own car—the same car that had been flipped over by the beetles yesterday, rolling several times on the ground, dented and damaged, it was no surprise it had been rejected by people.
But Super Tomato didn’t mind.
He floored the accelerator, driving off into the distance.
The live-streamer community was outraged, shouting for “revenge,” “charge,” “kill them,” and the like.
Super Tomato remained silent.
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Everyone thought he was too angry to speak and they comforted him.
But soon, the Room Administrator noticed something was off:
“Tomato, you’re running in the wrong direction, aren’t you?
Chang’an is the other way, you’re getting further away the more you drive!”
Super Tomato: “That’s not urgent, I want to check out The Way Back Home first.”
“Ah?”
“Ah??”
“Ah???”
…
The live-streamer community was staggered.