Chapter 442: Set foot in Junkertown

Seeing Hammond operate the mecha and walk in with four mechanical legs, the guard retracted his neck and laughed evilly. Even if the hamster has become a spirit, its IQ is still the same. It can only be improved.

Hammond actually expected that there might be an ambush inside, but he had no choice. There was probably only one place to stay within a hundred miles. How can you get a tiger cub without entering the tiger's den?

No matter how dangerous it is here, it is not as dangerous as continuing to trek. Who knows where the next building is?

Anyway, at a glance, the surroundings are bare, there is nothing, mountains, trees, rivers, nothing! It's like an area flattened by a nuclear bomb, except for a shabby town here.

There is hope for life in front of him, and Hammond will not give up.

He behaved extremely cautiously, always paying attention to the slightest movement in front or around. Sure enough, when he stepped inside, several ropes suddenly flew over and went towards his head.

Hammond retracted his neck and entered the cabin. Several ropes were empty and slid down the smooth sphere.

Hammond controlled the escape pod to retract its limbs and turn it into a round ball. The engine started, rumbling... rolling towards the road.

The walking scumbags avoided it one after another, all of them couldn't understand what this thing was, and which frustrated inventor made this remote control toy?

It wasn't until Hammond flattened an iron trash can that the others realized that this was not a remote control toy, and they all stayed away from this dangerous object. If they were hit, they might be disabled for life.

In the past, if you were disabled by a car accident, at least you wouldn't have to worry about food and drink for the rest of your life. Now, if you are disabled by a car accident, no one will seek justice for you, and the other party doesn't have the spare money to compensate you. They don't have food to eat themselves, and they still want to compensate you. Is it possible?

Hammond didn't actually want to hit the roadside objects. Who said that this town didn't have wide roads, but only crooked alleys. Turning here and there, no matter how well you control it, you can't avoid hitting something.

"Chase! Chase! If you can't catch him, you won't have dinner tonight!"

The guard went downstairs and shouted with a thick neck. If he couldn't catch him, how would he explain to the queen? He wanted to keep this iron rice bowl for the rest of his life. There is no more comfortable job than this.

When his subordinates heard this, they were all excited, holding various weapons in their hands, even the kind of guns that were pieced together. Don't underestimate this kind of gun. In the town of scumbags, having a gun is the boss. No matter how low-quality the gun is, it is much better than knives, guns, sticks and clubs for ordinary people.

However, their targets are so stinky that they are simply horrible. This may be the legendary outline gun technique, so that the scumbags passing by sneered and laughed: "You shoot like CXK!"

Hearing this, the thugs who were chasing him were all red-faced and thick-necked. They were so angry that they couldn't stop to argue with passers-by. They had to chase him non-stop for the next meal.

But the more I thought about it, the angrier I got. It was fine if they were bad at shooting, but they were actually said to shoot like CXK. This was a great shame!

The bullets that hit Hammond's escape pod by chance only made a crisp "ding" sound and a little spark, which was basically invisible in broad daylight.

Hammond rolled fast, but he didn't know the route, and occasionally he would hit the wall and stop. But those thugs knew all these interlaced alleys, and they would always take shortcuts to chase him.

So the chase ended after 20 minutes, and Hammond was surrounded, with people everywhere at the end of the alley.

"Hey, surrender, you have nowhere to escape! At first we didn't believe the boss saying you were a giant hamster, but now we do. You'd better follow us, we won't hurt you, we will take you to the queen, as long as you behave well and become a celebrity around the queen... er! Slip of the tongue! Red rat is right, become the red rat around the queen, you will have no worries about food and drink for the rest of your life."

Will Hammond believe it? Of course not!

Hammond will not trust any stranger easily!

His actions showed his attitude, the whole ball was ready to go, and the dust nearby was slightly shaken.

Even though the scumbags had the advantage in numbers, they still didn't dare to get close, this was a hard iron ball, and being hit was no joke.

But they discussed the plan on the way, four people in a group pulled open the iron net, two groups stood at both ends of the alley, and blocked Hammond's way with two iron nets.

"We don't want to use force, you'd better think it over, you ungrateful hamster!"

As soon as the man finished speaking, Hammond ejected a rope, and the previously improved part was used at this moment. There was a steel pipe inserted horizontally between the two sides in the air five meters away. The hook on the rope hooked the steel pipe, and the power was fully turned on, and the metal ball suddenly flew away.

The four scumbags on one side couldn't help but take a small step back in fear.

"Hold on, everyone. The boss said that if we can't catch this hamster, we will all have nothing to eat. Hold on tight, show some manliness, and I will slap whoever lets go first!"

The man who spoke was considered a small leader among these people. He was burly, but he looked a little petty, and his facial features were too compact.

Seeing that Hammond had no tendency to slow down, a strong wind came in front of him, and he let go of the iron net without hesitation and stood with his back against the wall, for fear of hitting him and turning him into a mentally retarded person.

The other three were quite nervous at first, and then looked at him in bewilderment. Where was his promise to lead by example? He said it so nicely, but he ended up running faster than anyone else. Where was his so-called masculinity?

Hammond did not rush up, but took advantage of the traction of the rope to go half a circle and fly into the sky. He could have directly broken up their formation, but he did not do so because he did not want to hurt others.

"Wow! He flew up!"

One of the scumbags who was holding the iron net tightly looked up at the sky with a look of amazement.

The leader with his back against the wall was embarrassed. If he had known this would happen, he would not have dodged. Now he had no confidence to speak, and he might even be beaten up by his colleagues.

Hammond flew up to the sky and fell to the ground suddenly, and wherever he passed, he was accompanied by intentional or unintentional destruction.

"I saw the shadow of Junkrat and Roadhog in this hamster. Damn it! Send those two wreckers away, and here comes another more arrogant one. We can't take care of this matter. Let the boss contact the queen to deal with it. Alas..."

Several scumbags were dejected. This ball was more difficult to deal with than they thought, and this hamster was not stupid. On the contrary, it was very smart and much better than everyone present, except for himself.

When the head of the security guard heard that the arrest had failed, his face turned black, as if ink could be squeezed out.

He had no choice but to bite the bullet and report to the queen. The ball was out of his control, and even if the queen showed up, she might not be able to subdue the hamster.

I hope it was right to let him in...