The Sandstorm had arrived, and everything visible was a murky yellow. The fierce wind mixed with sand stung their faces.
The howling wind drowned out all other sounds, as if they had entered some kind of isolated barrier.
Everyone's hearts couldn't help but tense up.
At this point, everyone had gotten into the van, but Mitch counted them and found one person still missing.
"Mitsuhide isn't in the car yet!"
After grabbing Baldy and pulling Scorpion into the car, Mitch shouted into the wind.
"Don't worry about him, he can catch up!"
Berry quickly pulled Mitch back, who was craning his head to look outside, and slammed the side door shut. The pursuers from the building had already come out.
"Panam Palmer, drive quickly! You know Mitsuhide's skill, those guys can't stop him!"
That was indeed true.
Panam Palmer had witnessed how formidable Mitsuhide was.
So, in this urgent situation, she didn't hesitate to floor the accelerator and send the car speeding away.
The few shots fired by the Wraiths who chased them only hit the ground behind the car, splashing tiny sparks.
Meanwhile, the chase continued on the other side.
Mitsuhide, wearing armor, ran and jumped through the factory area, dazzling the pursuing Wraiths. All the bullets fired missed, leaving dense bullet holes only on the walls and crates along the way, otherwise completely useless.
The Wraiths' scalps tingled; they had never encountered such a tricky enemy.
Dozens of people chased him, but not only did they fail to eliminate him, he occasionally turned around and took out one or two of them.
In their terror, everyone dared not push forward, only daring to hang back and shoot from a distance.
But Mitsuhide, who was being pursued, stopped. This sudden movement startled the people behind him, who quickly halted their steps.
Looking back at these Wraiths, who held guns but were scared stiff, Mitsuhide suddenly moved.
Everyone's hearts pounded; this Monstrous Figure had been like this just now, a sudden movement would take out a pursuer. They were on tenterhooks, gripping their guns tightly, fearing Mitsuhide would seize another opportunity to kill one of them.
But this time, they guessed wrong.
Mitsuhide glanced at them, then moved abruptly, running off to the side without looking back.
His armor clanked loudly, and he truly didn't even glance back.
"Uh, is this guy running away?"
The Wraiths behind him were stunned for a moment, subconsciously thinking it was another one of his tricks.
But seeing him actually run far away, swaying his backside, they finally realized that he was genuinely fleeing.
"Damn it, don't let him escape!"
The small leaders watched his retreating figure with bulging eyes, frantically ordering their men to give chase.
Are you kidding?
If this guy really caused such a ruckus in their territory and left unscathed, not only would the Wraiths never be able to hold their heads high among other wasteland gangs from then on,
Even their boss wouldn't let them off.
At this reminder, the dazed Wraiths finally reacted, frantically shooting and chasing after the fleeing Mitsuhide.
"I see him, it's Mitsuhide, quickly open the back door!"
Panam Palmer was driving nervously, gripping the steering wheel to dodge incoming bullets. She saw Mitsuhide running towards the car in the rearview mirror and quickly shouted out.
"I'm on it!"
Crowded together in the small compartment, Mitch, who was at the very back, pushed open the rear door with a thud.
As the door opened, the dry gale carrying sand and dust poured in, and the sounds of the battle behind them clearly entered the car.
Mitsuhide swung his arms, ignoring the bullets falling around him, gritting his teeth and running towards the car. His legs kicked up sparks as he ran desperately.
After all, he wasn't born from a womb but built from a machine.
And machines were much more efficient than flesh and blood. Mitsuhide ran with his head down, his legs a blur, quickly outdistancing the pursuing Wraiths and getting closer and closer to the car.
"Hurry, Mitsuhide, faster!"
Grabbing the car door, Mitch anxiously stretched out his hand, urging Mitsuhide to run faster.
From inside the car, he could clearly see the dangerous situation behind them. Although he couldn't see the bullets, the whistling sound of bullets cutting through the air was continuous, making his heart pound.
He was afraid that a stray bullet would take down Mitsuhide as he ran.
Of course, what Mitch didn't know was that several bullets had already hit Mitsuhide's backside.
But unfortunately, these light weapons couldn't cause any damage to the Chassis.
Mitsuhide ran faster and faster, enduring the hail of bullets from behind, and soon reached the edge of the car.
"Get in!"
Grabbing Mitch's hand, Mitsuhide climbed into the car.
"Ah, my butt!"
Mitsuhide got in, and before everyone could celebrate, Mitch cried out in pain, clutching his backside with a pained expression.
Scorpion, quick as a flash, pulled the door, which was swaying in the wind, shut. Then, everyone managed to carefully lay the exhausted Mitch flat in the compartment.
"Ah, damn it, I got shot in the butt! Don't touch it, it hurts like hell, damn!"
Looking at Mitch, who was bent over on the floor, everyone exchanged glances.
This guy was clearly hit by a stray bullet; an errant bullet had somehow burrowed into his backside.
It was unclear whether this counted as good news or bad news.
"Relax, no bones were hit. Good thing you have plenty of flesh on your butt."
Scorpion used a dagger to cut Mitch's pants, examining the bloody wound.
"I'll stop the bleeding for now; we'll treat it back at the camp."
Taking the toolbox from the car, Scorpion applied some foam sealant to Mitch's tender backside, then patted Mitch's waist, indicating it wasn't a major issue.
But even this gentle action made Mitch grimace in agony.
Clearly, being shot in the butt was not a pleasant experience.
At least no one present was willing to go through that.
"Whoa, we finally escaped."
Seeing that Mitch was alright, V finally sat back, relieved, shaking her head with a sigh of relief.
Clearly, another thrilling mission had ended.
"Oh, right, where's my car? Where did you hide it?"
Once safe, V remembered her property.
That car was something she had worked hard to earn the money for through commissions, and she treasured it greatly.
The Nomads' love for cars was ingrained in their bones, and not bringing her car during the escape immediately made her anxious again.
The air in the compartment was uncommonly silent for a while.
But silence also had its different forms.
Scorpion and Saul, who had burst out of the factory with V, naturally knew nothing about cars, but they also looked up with curiosity.
Mitch and Panam Palmer, however, were different; they had witnessed firsthand the cruel fate V's car had suffered.
As for Berry, the culprit, she was certain that V would never trace it back to her, so she sat there completely at ease, observing her nose, as if everything had nothing to do with her.
Panam Palmer was driving, avoiding this cruel interrogation.
Now all the pressure was on Mitch.
Mitch, still bent over on the floor, looked left and right. After staring at Mitsuhide's unperturbed face for a moment, he had no choice but to honestly tell V.
"Uh, V, on the way out, did you happen to see a burning pile of trash by the main gate?"
"Hmm, I saw it. Why? Wait, you're not saying that was..."
"Hmm... Bingo, you guessed it."
Mitch pursed his lips and shrugged, confirming V's suspicion.
"No..."
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