Chapter 460

The star fell below the horizon an hour ago, and the whole wilderness is now shrouded in thick black.

Leppler is not surrounded by a large enough satellite, and naturally there is no moon. Because it is located at the edge of Orion's spiral arm, there are many fewer stars in the sky.

Only a few stars twinkled in the night sky, covering the endless wasteland with a hazy light of light cyan.

Two Leprechaun specific three lipped short legged mice climbed out of the underground hole, looked up at the starlight, and then learned to get together and hide behind a rock. After chirping a few times, they began to do things that were happy and not suitable for children.

While they were immersed in their two mouse world, bursts of roar and rumble suddenly came from a distance.

A loud noise came through the ground of the wasteland, shaking the two three lipped short legged mice to jump together. When they looked up, they found that several dazzling lights on the distant wasteland rushed here at high speed with the roar.

Not only on the ground, but also in the air, several strong lights swept over, accompanied by several huge dark shadows, floating here quickly like dark clouds in the night.

Two three lipped short legged mice chirped twice. Regardless of being happier, they quickly drilled back into the hole at a faster speed than just now.

Two minutes later, a huge tire ran over the hole they had drilled into, and the soil mixed with sand and gravel poured into the hole, completely covering up the already small hole.

After a while, a full five large fuel freight locomotives stopped, jumped from above, and more than 100 heavily armed men completely surrounded the small village completely plunged into darkness.

"Boom -"

One of the big men raised his hand and an old-fashioned grenade was thrown into one of the huts.

After the violent explosion and flash of fire, the cabin was directly collapsed and turned into a mass of ruins.

Subsequently, several big players followed suit.

"Bang bang -"

After a while, more than half of the small villages have been turned into ruins.

However, under such an exaggerated sound, no one in the whole village flickered, and it was still in a dead silence, which was very strange.

There was a sound of billowing air waves overhead, and three small low altitude shuttles fell slowly.

A middle-aged man who looked short and thin jumped down from the small low altitude shuttle in the middle. Several big men next to him immediately bowed and looked respectful.

"Boss LUMO, there seems to be no one in the village."

"I see."

The little man called LUMO took a step forward with his hands on his back and his feet. He clearly stepped on the void, but it was like stepping on a solid step. As he stepped forward step by step, his body slowly rose into the air and walked over the whole village.

After looking down for a circle, he raised his right hand and pressed it down slowly.

"Boom -"

An invisible air wave fell down with his palm, crushing more than a dozen houses that had not been destroyed at the same time, and the whole village turned into ruins in an instant.

After finishing this, his eyes suddenly fell to the ground. With a light sigh, he didn't see any action, and his body came to the ground in an instant.

With one move, two legs on the ground automatically flew to his hand.

He looked at it, his eyelids jumped violently, and two sharp lights shot out of his eyes, as if two light bulbs had suddenly lit up, penetrating the thick night around him.

"Hum, it's sad that there's not even a dead body left in Inner Mongolia." Lummer shook his head and waved his hand to the side. "Search for me! They can't run far!"

"Yes!"

The big men around responded and scattered around.

After a while, various search feedback reports came back.

From the analysis of various signs, the people in this small village left together about four to five hours ago. From the traces left, they should have fled towards the Northeast carnival night capital, and it can be inferred that they didn't carry any means of transportation, because they didn't even take away a pickup truck next to the grove.

"Hum, want to escape with such a large group of people in this wasteland? Dream!" Lummer waved again. "Chase me!"

The men answered again. Lumoore was about to start, but one of his men suddenly stumbled and ran quickly from a distance.

LUMO frowned, "what's the panic?"

Holding a round object in his hands, the man ran straight to LUMO and touched it in front of LUMO like a treasure.

"Lu... Boss lumoore, this... This is..."

LUMO took a look, and his eyes suddenly coagulated.

This round thing is a head!

And this head clearly belongs to Inner Mongolia Tower!

Looking at the still frightened expression on his head and face, lumoore narrowed his eyes and frowned slightly.

Although he has always looked down on Inner Mongolia tower, he must also admit that the strength of Inner Mongolia tower is not much weaker than him.

Judging from his present expression, he seemed to have experienced something very incredible and even frightening before he died, so that he didn't close his eyes until now.

"Can it be said that the two little guys mentioned in the previous report have such strong strength, or that there are experts hidden in this humble village?"

After thinking for a moment, lummer reached out and waved to the side.

One of his closest men came up.

Lummer whispered in his ear, "go and send a communication to the headquarters, saying that there may be unknown experts in the enemy, and we need reinforcements here."

The man looked at LUMO in amazement: "Lord LUMO, this..."

"Less nonsense, go!" Lummer snapped.

The man didn't dare to ask again. He quickly answered and got into a small low altitude shuttle.

Lumoore looked northeast, thought about it, and waved his hand again.

"Come on, follow up."

After a while, three small low altitude shuttles and five large fuel freight locomotives started together, galloping away to the wasteland in the northeast again with a roar, and soon disappeared into the boundless night.

When they walked away, the calm wasteland suddenly rose again.

This time, it was not the two three lipped short legged mice that came out of the soil and gravel, but a dark figure.

The figure raised his head and looked at the direction of the disappearance of small low altitude shuttles and large fuel freight locomotives. His eyes were full of doubts.

"Strange... Who has the courage to kill the head of the sand eagle?"

Although the voice was deliberately lowered, it could be heard that the shadow was a young girl.

Moore quickly chased the pedestrian and disappeared. (to be continued)