Twenty-millimeter high-explosive incendiary rounds spat from the Cadillac at 3,000 rounds per minute. The first rounds sparked off the train’s armor. The second group dented it. The third punched through.
The rest of the pirates panicked. They swerved, crashed, or simply froze as Jack closed the distance.
Hannah Dundee, the sharp-eyed engineer who kept Grace alive, had been taken. Her crime? Refusing to repair the Pirate Queen, Grusilda’s, armored land-train. In retaliation, Grusilda had chained Hannah to the front of that very train, a living hood ornament as it thundered through the badlands. The only way to stop that train was to kill its engine block—and the only portable thing that could punch through eight inches of alloy-steel plating was the 20 Gun.
The 20 Gun spoke.
She laughed—a raw, exhausted sound. “You’re an idiot.”
Inside, under a single, dust-caked skylight, stood the 20 Gun.
He didn’t fire the Cadillac’s guns. He waited. Cadillacs And Dinosaurs 20 Gun For Pc
“You’re welcome,” Jack said, lighting a crooked cigarette.
The engine block disintegrated. Hydraulic fluid and steam erupted in a black geyser. The land-train shuddered, its wheels locking, its trailers jackknifing. Grusilda’s screams were cut short as the boiler blew, lifting the front half of the train off its tracks.
Jack swerved Grace into a hard slide, tires smoking, as the wreckage tumbled past him. He cut the chains binding Hannah with a single, careful pistol shot. She fell into a sand dune, coughing but alive. The third punched through
Jack didn’t answer. He lined up Grace’s grille with the train’s engine block, slammed the steering wheel button, and held it down.
Deep in the biosphere tunnels beneath the ruins of old New York, a pre-Upheaval vault supposedly held a treasure: a pristine, functional M61 Vulcan—a 20mm rotary cannon, six barrels of pure, earth-shattering firepower. The man who held it could clear a valley of Runners, hold off a Rex, or carve a path straight through the territory of the feared Motorcycle Pirates.
But Jack wasn’t after the gun for conquest. He needed it to save his friend. Hannah Dundee, the sharp-eyed engineer who kept Grace
The first motorcycle pulled alongside. Jack jerked the wheel, grinding its rider against a rock wall. The second exploded as he let loose a single, deafening BRRRRRRT from the 20 Gun. The rotary cannon chewed the bike, the rider, and the dirt behind them into red vapor. The sound was a physical thing—a ripping, tearing thunder that made his teeth ache.