The remaining biker gang received orders and immediately collapsed, scattering in all directions.
Qin Che didn't chase after him.
After counting, they killed about eleven or twelve people, which greatly demoralized the entire biker gang, causing them to collapse on the spot.
He grabbed a thug struggling to crawl away on the sand, and lifted him up by the neck.
The thug's face turned red, his legs kicked and struggled wildly, tears streaming down his face, as he hoarsely cried out, "Spare me! Spare me!"
Click.
A crisp sound.
Qin Che twisted his neck and broke it.
Indeed, at the beginning, Qin Che felt nervous, guilty, and remorseful when he killed people, but after he got used to this power, killing became a playful activity, and the emotional impact on him faded.
Humans are so fragile.
It dies if you squeeze it.
Before Qin Che could even catch his breath, after a little movement, he sent them one after another to meet their maker.
It's possible that the implantation of a living mechanical device made him subconsciously decide that he no longer wanted to be human.
Perhaps he knew that in this wasteland, one cannot survive without killing, so after burning the corpses that night, he came to terms with it.
In short, after you've gone to great lengths to kill someone, what you're faced with is fear and guilt. Most people will be overwhelmed by these emotions and become increasingly depressed.
But when you kill people like killing chickens, you'll realize it's nothing special.
Qin Che also experienced the inflated sense of confidence that superhuman power brings to humans.
I don't know if this is good or bad.
But if he doesn't take action, his own life will inevitably be in danger.
On the metal cart, Xue Lei held his head and slowly got up.
He had been hiding under the driver's seat.
When Xue Lei saw Qin Che snap the neck of the last thug, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
In his eyes, biker gangs were not human, and there was no need to hesitate to kill them.
"These locomotives are all good stuff. If we dismantle them and sell them to some workshops, we can get a good price," Xue Lei said loudly.
Qin Che glanced at him. "This place is not safe to stay any longer. Let's go."
Xue Lei opened his mouth, then started the car again with some regret, looking back as he drove, reluctant to leave.
Xue Lei gritted his teeth and said, "The cleanup work in the Fourth District wasn't done well. There are still so many biker gang thugs wandering around outside, a bunch of incompetent soldiers, damn it..."
Qin Che didn't speak.
The Sandcastle Army was ostensibly divided into several divisions.
However, the number of personnel is far less than that of a standard division.
Judging from their formation, the troops temporarily stationed in the fourth and fifth districts number at most one or two thousand.
This attack completely depleted his spiritual energy.
The mechanical activity value also declined significantly.
He was actually shot earlier, and his back and left arm were injured, but they were healed quickly. It was a little painful, but he didn't feel anything after he recovered.
Name: Qin Che
Age: 18
[Psionic Power: 0↑/310 (Instant Teleportation)]
Neural Modification (Supernatural I)
[Mechanical activity value: 92%↓]
Looking at my own information panel, I felt a little heartbroken.
His extraordinary power is indeed impressive; the speed and momentum he displayed just now could easily cause the enemy to lose their composure.
But after calming down, Qin Che decided that he should avoid taking action if possible in the future.
Except this time.
Qin Che knew very well that if the activity value continued to drop below a certain level, he would lose most of his power.
Neural modification alone could not have given him such a powerful self-healing ability.
Mechanical teaching...yyds.
By the way, Qin Che clearly experienced a meditative state before setting off.
—Collect those points of light amidst the black tide.
Later, through simulation, it was learned that this method could be used to cultivate psychic energy, and it seemed that there was a chance of comprehending new psychic energy techniques.
He plans to try it tonight.
After a fierce battle, the metal cart looked a bit disheveled.
When they went out, it was a magnificent convoy; when they returned, they came back all alone.
It was clear that they had encountered danger.
The soldiers in the border region laughed and whispered among themselves whenever they saw Xue Lei, gloating.
"Hey, so many people have died!"
"Did we run into a motorcycle gang?"
"I told you long ago, don't go out these days. Wouldn't it be better to just stay in your pigsty?"
"Heh, if you insist on going out to die, you'll be dead by now."
Xue Lei drove forward with a gloomy face, ignoring the soldiers' taunts.
"A pigsty?" Qin Che frowned and asked softly.
Xue Lei gritted his teeth and said, "These soldiers come from the inner city wall. They are all second-class citizens and have entered the system, so naturally they look down on us Black Street people."
"Are the third-class citizens of the Black Street greatly ostracized by the inner city walls?" Qin Che asked.
"Pretty much. In their eyes, Black Street is just a place that shelters garbage and cheap labor, and has no value." Xue Lei said coldly, "So I'll advise you again, wanting the status of a first-class citizen is not that simple. Your background determines everything. You will never be able to squeeze into their class. Everyone will see you as an outsider."
After that, they remained silent the rest of the way.
The two successfully returned to the Black Street.
Xue Lei seemed to have straightened his back a lot more, feeling more at ease on his own turf.
Although all the elite troops we took with us died, we still have manpower left.
In the underworld, if you're someone important, a wave of your arm can bring a lot of people willing to work for you.
There will always be a lot of people desperately trying to climb the ranks.
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