Little Banxi was stunned, and subconsciously lit a fire.
Snoring, chug.
Snoring, chug.
Even tried several times, the car did not restart.
Little Bansy's cold sweat flowed down again.
"I was just joking."
He turned his head while talking, with an awkward but impolite smile on his face, trying to ease the atmosphere.
However, when he turned his head, he realized that Jason and Edward, who were supposed to be sitting in the back row, had long since disappeared, leaving only the open doors on both sides.
call!
The cold wind blew past, and little Bansy shrank his neck.
He shouted in horror:
"team leader?"
"Master Jason?"
It's a pity that apart from the wind, there was no response at all.
And here is another unlit fork in the road, and it's dark outside.
The only headlight also dimmed as the car was turned off.
"calm!"
"calm!"
"I want to calm down!"
While telling himself like this, Bancy silently thought about what Edward told him just now.
'Don't be afraid of these things. Just shoot. If a gun doesn't work, use a grenade. If a grenade doesn't work, use a mortar. If a mortar shell doesn't work, use a base. '
'When it is flattened, it will be quiet. '
Then-
He took out the gun at his waist.
From under the seat took out a 'typewriter'.
Two more grenades were taken out from under the co-pilot's seat.
Then, turning around, pulled out a folded mortar from under the rear seat.
As a fireman, it is normal to put submachine guns, grenades, and mortars on the car.
Little Bansy got out of the car with the mortar on his shoulders. He looked at the bottom of the car and found no figure hanging there, so he set up the mortar directly. Then, he took out a box of shells from the trunk of the car and fired them into the car. next to it.
He remembered the captain's teachings—
Bombard it with mortars.
The wind howled.
There were footsteps in the darkness.
"who?"
"If you don't speak, I will fire!"
Little Bancy shouted towards the location where the footsteps sounded.
"it's me."
Edward walked over while talking. When he saw the mortar on the ground, the corners of the special operations team leader's eyes twitched.
"Where did you get the mortar?"
Edward asked, about to walk over.
However, little Bancy directly raised the muzzle of the 'typewriter'.
"stop!"
"How can you prove that you are the captain?"
little Bancy asked.
He didn't forget that in biographical novels, these things can change.
What if it becomes the captain
Little Bancy is extremely vigilant.
"What proof do you want?"
Edward looked at his subordinates amusedly, and was about to say something, but little Bancy spoke first.
"What's your mother's name?"
little Bancy asked.
"I came from an orphanage, I don't know."
Edward looked at the muzzle of the gun and replied with a sigh.
"By the way, next question, what's your lover's name?"
Little Bancy nodded and continued to ask.
"I have been single for 30 years and have no lover."
Edward frowned, but still answered.
"Well, why are you wearing glasses?"
Little Bancy asked next.
"Because it will make me appear gentle and easy to be popular."
Edward frowned, but looked at the muzzle of the gun and held back, he replied.
"The 556 you owe me..."
"Enough, I only owe you 443 yuan!"
This time Edward couldn't bear it anymore, he glared at little Bancy and rushed up.
Threat at gunpoint
In front of money, ignore death!
Edward snatched little Bancy's 'typewriter', raised his foot and kicked little Bancy's ass.
The fact that only the two of them knew, coupled with this familiar kick, immediately allowed little Bancy to confirm Edward's identity.
"team leader!"
"The sudden disappearance of you guys freaked me out..."
Bancy explained.
"rest assured."
"With a formation like yours, those things won't appear randomly."
"They're scared back when they see it."
Edward said.
"Where's Master Jason?"
little Bancy asked.
"He went after that guy."
"I was too slow to catch up."
"We'll just have to wait patiently."
Edward said, his eyes leaned on the car, and he lit a cigarette.
Little Bansy nodded first, but he was still on guard.
…
In the darkness, Jason walked forward.
The perception is almost four times that of ordinary people, so that he can see things in this low-light environment. Although it is not as clear as daytime, it is not much worse.
Still, in most fits, Jason prefers to use his nose.
Shape changes.
But the smell doesn't change.
Especially the taste of 'food'.
It is sweeter and more fragrant.
Make people memorable.
Step, step.
Jason walked forward, turning his direction from time to time.
Not once went wrong.
And the fleeing figure became more and more terrified.
This is not the same as it knows.
At this time, shouldn't the people in the car be trembling with fright, and still let it absorb the breath of fear
But why is this person not only not afraid, but getting more and more excited
Unlike those exposed to information, let it turn its head subconsciously.
It looked at Jason behind him.
With a vision different from that of ordinary people, in the darkness, he saw a huge black figure with scarlet eyes slowly approaching with its bloody mouth open.
Hungry!
so hungry!
I am so hungry!
The roar of the monster came from the air, and the overwhelming hunger, not only did not weaken the huge black shadow, but it became bigger and bigger, almost like blowing up a balloon, and the shadow enveloped the entire street.
What followed was coercion!
Its body trembled slightly.
Pain spread.
It was as if touching the scorching sun had stung its body!
no!
Can't stop!
Once you stop...
will be eaten!
Its instinct tells it what to do at this moment.
Without hesitation, it ran again.
It ran faster than when it got off the other side's car just now.
And, this time, it didn't hesitate any more.
It ran to a place.
There are some 'kinds' gathered there.
Where it just left from before.
So, it's clear that there are at least two that run slower than it!
call!
The rapid running, the wind coming from the ear, became louder and louder, and the body became weak because of its extraordinary speed.
But it can't handle that much.
Although it would cost a lot to change the body, it was better than real death, right
Another turn.
The coercion behind him suddenly disappeared.
But it dare not look back, dare not look.
According to the original plan, it rushed straight to the end of the street, the place where the lights were on.
There is a gathering place.
got there...
It is real security.
Knocking on the door without politeness, it raised its foot and kicked the door open.
Then, it froze in place.
It saw the horrible man.
It saw several shells lying unconscious at the opponent's feet.
It saw the other party wiped the corner of his mouth and smiled at himself.
Finally, it heard the gentle voice of the other party.
"You're here."