There is an old saying called poor literary wealth and rich martial arts. Although waste chai like me has learned martial arts in this life, in the final analysis, the bones of this body are still full of poor literary popularity. Ever since I have seen Lord Bai’s thousand-dollar knives With Zhuge's big fist, I have always been in awe of the authentic Chinese martial arts, but I am very insensitive to the free and easy martial arts masters like Mr. Li and the Yu family who are hanging on the wire.
The only point I agree with this work is that as Li Ang described in the film, the rivers and lakes are a strange circle where the children of the rivers and lakes are eager to leave, but the good family members are scrambling to squeeze into it.
Thinking of this, I suddenly realized how the car slowed down.
"What's wrong." I raised my head and asked softly.
"I don't know, Shuangjian just before sent a signal, saying that construction is going ahead." The prosthetic faction member who was the driver replied.
"What a joke, this is a highway!" I was almost blown away by this answer. What kind of plane is the responsible unit of the highway running.
Now that I had this answer that was completely inexplicable, I simply pushed the door. Qingru who was "fuck" behind the car as a letter bee had already poked his head out of the cockpit, and I asked him to go five hundred meters behind. I placed the warning sign, and then walked to the war bee in front of the car. When I was standing beside it, I looked at the road in front of it being dug up. The man with the appearance of more than a dozen workers was working hard to dig the subgrade under the road.
I looked behind me again, and there was no such thing as a car in the direction when I came.
In the face of such a bad situation, while my face was sinking like water, I gave a wink at the little Jiaping who was leaning out of the back weapon "fuck" cabin, and the little guy wearing a "fuck" helmet. Knowingly got out of the cabin to investigate the situation ahead, I lowered my body to open the small space behind the war bee's abdomen, took out a spare helmet from the inside, and put a thick jacket under the helmet onto my body.
"Qingru, scan the surroundings."
After speaking, I took out a piece of chewing gum from my pocket and peered at Jiaping while peeling the paper. The little guy had already stood in front of a road repairer at this time, and his little head looked at the situation under the road.
"Master, there is no special situation."
Qingru’s answer made me dumbfounded, and I looked around subconsciously. The highway is a little bit higher than the ground, and there are barriers on both sides of the road. As for the distant rice fields, there are only some farmers who are harvesting rice. Is it really my spirit? Allergies, do we really mean that the entire highway has entered a closed state just after we passed the toll booth
I patted the helmet, and I felt that maybe I really watched too many novels and movies. It seems that the only way to let Xinfeng and Zhanfeng carry the car through this ditch.
As I turned and walked in the direction of the car, I caught a glimpse of the reflections flashing in the distant bamboo forest from the corner of my eye.
Stopped, I held down the helmet: "Qingru, what is the radius of your scan just now? Did you scan in the bamboo forests on both sides of the mountain?"
"It was a plane scan just now, I haven't done a bamboo forest scan."
"Do another surface scan of the bamboo forests on both sides, and at the same time perform a full scan of one meter below the surface."
"Yes, sir, but the bamboo forest is too far away and requires the support of a destroyer like a full scan. I can't contact Media and Juan at the moment. There is a strong magnetic field nearby which is interfering with communication." Qingru gave me unfortunate news. : "But don't worry, I can still use the electronic compound eye to scan inside the bamboo forest on both sides."
With a strong magnetic field, my heart squeezed when I heard this term. I walked to the back of Warbee and waited for the results of the scan. At the same time, I noticed that Xiao Jiaping was still standing in front of the pit, "Jiaping, are you optimistic."
Hearing my question, the little guy turned and pointed at the pit: "It's strange that these people have cylinders under their feet, and they don't know what they are used for."
At this moment, Qing Ru's voice also rang: "There are no suspicious targets in the bamboo forest on the left, and there are two suspicious targets in the bamboo forest on the right. One of them is holding something that looks like a medieval telescope, and the other is holding a weapon that is suspected to be a rifle. According to the angle, the target is Jiaping, sir."
At this time, I don’t need to remind the road guard that he has bent down and picked up the cylinder in Jiaping’s mouth. Where is the cylinder? It is basically an anti-tank missile, and it varies in length. What’s more, I’m in it. One of them recognized the famous RPG.
And Jiaping fell to the ground by a sniper from the direction of Zhulin. The little guy was clutching his neck, and the ground was full of artificial blood "liquid".
"Live ammunition weapons! Multiple targets!" The voice of Shuang Jian, who had been sitting in the driver's seat of the Warbee, rang out: "Please approve the opening of the weapon insurance for free shooting!"
"All weapons are approved! Qingru! Destroy the two targets in the bamboo forest!"
"Master, there are a large number of targets coming out of the underground bunkers on both sides, and the targets contacted by the electronic eyes have live ammunition weapons!"
Suddenly, the public channels were full of voices from Shuang Jian, Qing Ru and me.
Jiaping was shot in the neck, but knowing that he would not die, I didn’t care about any influence at this time. I took out a fake sopmodm4 electromagnetic rifle from the external cabinet on the ventral side of the queen bee, and then it will be loaded with three drums. An armed bag with a few grenades hung to the waist, it seems that today is about to die. We have been remembered since the toll booth. The young security guard who took the photo was not out of curiosity, but was doing the final thing. confirm!
The single-mounted electromagnetic cannon on the back of the letter bee began to scream, and the bamboo forest immediately opened the pot, and the high-flat machine gun shell of the forelegs of the war bee sprinkled a large amount of shells in an instant, blood and white. The slurries splashed between the bodies of the road repairers who started to "fire" anti-tank bombs, but these lunatics still "fired" five missiles of different models, and one shot directly to the left front of the war bee. So, the special shell armor made at such a close range was directly lifted off, revealing the alloy bracket inside.
The second and third rounds hit the front of the War Bee in succession. Maybe it’s because the projectile is an old model. There is no big problem except for scraping off some paint. The other one flew by my side. I went and hit the RV behind me. Fortunately, it was an RPG. The RV that Supu gave me didn’t hurt much. I just looked at the front cover and most of the engine that was rolling in the air. I personally felt that this car was not. After returning to the factory for overhaul, there is no chance to run again.
It’s okay to smash my car, but I was very annoyed to bully my child by shooting Jiaping with a black gun and the girl sitting in the car. This is a terrible thing to break the third leg!
The last shot ran directly to the sky, looking at the wires attached to the missile body, I shouted into the microphone: "Maneuver! Attack that missile! It's the American Javelin Top Missile!"
Shuang Jian "Fuck" as the war bee jumped directly through the green belt, and at the same time the twin electromagnetic cannons in his abdomen began to try to shoot down the missile.
It’s just that it hurt me immediately. I hurriedly ran to the big pit that was dug in the rain of bullets. When I reached the pit, I pulled a grenade from the side of my bag, pulled off the insurance, and threw it into the pit. Jiaping, struggling on the ground, squatted and started to run towards the RV. Various types of bullets made the plants on the green belt dance all over the sky. From time to time, missiles dragged flames and smoke in or flew in mid-air. Or it blasts on the ground and "forces" the war bee driving Shuangjian to jump everywhere.