Chapter 542: Horror Dungeon
Looking at the domineering and infinitely arrogant Zhao Changshu, the people in the car were a little stupid, so although Zhao Changshu spoke English, everyone sat in their seats stupidly and did not move.
Zhao Changshu didn't have time to spend time with them, and began to count quickly, and it didn't take three seconds for Zhao Changshu to finish counting the three, and the people in the car were even more dumbfounded, and some people began to curse in their hearts: "! I've never seen anyone like this! ”
What surprised them was still behind, and after Zhao Changshu quickly counted the three counts, he saw that everyone was still stupid, and no one got out of the car, so he said coldly: "Okay, the three counts are over." Don't blame me for being rude! ”
Before he finished speaking, Zhao Changshu raised the gun in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the passengers behind the car and began to roll call. However, although Zhao Changshu hated these guys who had nothing to do when they were full of food and had nothing to do, and took their lives as a child's play, he still showed mercy under the gun, and his bullets did not shoot at everyone's heads and chests, but specifically at their thighs!
"Bang bang bang!" Three gunshots rang out in a row, and there was a sound of ghosts crying wolves in the carriage, and the thighs of three people were pierced through the flesh by bullets!
Now everyone understood what Zhao Changshu meant, and scrambled towards the car door, and some guys even climbed out of the open window.
Zhao Changshu looked at the panicked, like a lost dog, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and said disdainfully: "This is the so-called elite of the upper class?" Fart! A bunch of shitty bastards! ”
Yes, anyone who sees the scene in front of them and sees the crowd buzzing under the car like flies will not think that they are all celebrities, people from the upper class. The threat to their lives has deprived them of all their dignity.
Under the threat of bullets, in less than two minutes, only Zhao's spear was left in the car.
Zhao Changlan sat in the driver's seat, lit the light, started, and the car turned a sharp turn on the wide road, turned its head, and then was about to speed away.
At this moment, Kusen had already led more than a dozen of his subordinates out of the gate of the arena, and when Kusen saw that Zhao Changshu grabbed the bus and was about to leave, there was no panic on his face, and while ordering his subordinates to shoot at the wheels of the bus, he took out an explosion-proof walkie-talkie from his body and began to speak.
This place is underground, and Cousson equips his men with air headsets and microphones, and the communication distance is too short to talk over long distances, so he takes out the walkie-talkie. Although the mine has been abandoned for many years and there are no explosive gases underground, the walkie-talkies that Coussen equipped his men with are still explosion-proof walkie-talkies.
Zhao Changshu was just about to drive the car away, and suddenly saw Kusen who was yelling at the walkie-talkie in the rearview mirror, his heart suddenly moved, this is a few hundred meters underground, if he wants to return to the ground, he must pass the guò elevator, but the elevator is now in the hands of Kusen, he is likely to be unable to grab it alone, even if he can grab it, if he is walking towards the elevator when he is walking up, Kusen suddenly disconnects the power to the elevator, won't he be finished?
Thinking of this, Zhao Changlan shivered, scolded secretly, fortunately he thought of it early, and then suddenly stepped on the clutch and hung the reverse gear, and the low but long bus roared and reversed in the direction of Kusen.
Cusson's gunmen completely failed to live up to Cussen's hopes, and more than a dozen people fired several shots in succession, but none of them were able to blow the tires of the bus! The bullets hit the wheels, the body, clanged, and a series of sparks were sparked.
Just as the gunmen were shooting and correcting the trajectory, they suddenly noticed that the bus not far away was actually turning towards them like crazy!
A dozen people changed color in shock, and they didn't care about shooting, so they shouted and rolled together on both sides of the road.
Zhao's spear did not slow down, and he quickly reversed in the direction where Cussen was standing. Cusson saw that things were not going to happen, and jumped to the side, trying to avoid the big bus that was going straight at him. But this guy was in a panic, and he was with Mellon next to him? Carlos crashed into each other, and the two fell together on the side of the road.
",!" Cusson muttered as he struggled to get up from the ground.
Mellon? Carlos obviously heard what he was scolding, and glared at Cousson fiercely, but he didn't scold back, after all, this is Coussen's territory, and he is also afraid of Coussen.
The gunmen who jumped to the side continued to shoot at the bus, but this time they fired directly at Zhao, who was sitting in the driver's seat, and did not shoot at the tires.
In the dense gunfire of "ping-pong" and "sparse uproar", rows of bullet holes appeared on the bus, and the windshield was shattered into countless pieces, scattered everywhere.
The other party had rifles in their hands, and the thin iron sheet of the bus could not resist the bullets carrying powerful kinetic energy, and the bullets shot into the car and shot the cloth strips of the seats inside, which were messy.
A few bullets flew past Zhao Changlan's ears, scaring Zhao Changshu into a cold sweat, he knew very well that it was not a way to go on like this, and he would have to eat bullets sooner or later.
Zhao Changshu slammed the brakes to the end, the tires rubbed against the ground and made a screeching sound, and a scorching smell filled the air. Under the sudden braking of Zhao's spear, the bus suddenly slammed into the road, and the rear of the bus was again facing the direction of the gunman.
This bus is a specially modified bus, very low, but very long, from the front to the rear of the car almost more than 20 meters, inside are rows of leather seats, although the power of rifle bullets is great, but from the tail of the car into it, but can not threaten Zhao Changgun.
At the same time as Zhao's spear crossed the body, Kusen happened to appear outside the passenger seat!
Zhao Changshu wanted this effect, he suddenly opened the passenger door, and then his body suddenly turned to the side, the entire upper body leaned out of the car door, grabbed Kusen's neck collar, and then without waiting for Kusen to react, he screamed with one arm and pulled Kusen's fat body to the car.
"What are you doing! You bastard, lunatic! Kusen finally understood what was going on, and looked at Zhao Changshu with a wicked smile on his face and cursed. The most he wanted to do now was kill Frank and Carlos seven times with his own hands. It's not Frank, this madman can't come here, it's not Carlos, this madman has already been shot into a hornet's nest by his own men. It's good now, things are out of control.
"Shut up! Damn it! Zhao Changshu suddenly grabbed Kusen's hair and slammed his head on the front desk of the cab a few times, Kusen's head suddenly flowed blood, but this guy is hard enough, and he still scolded vigorously, Zhao Changshu frowned, and suddenly slapped the back of Kusen's head, and the dead fat man rolled his eyes and completely stopped.
When the gunmen saw that their master was captured by Zhao Changlan and into the car, they didn't dare to shoot indiscriminately into the car, let alone aim their guns at the fuel tank, so they aimed their guns at the tires again to achieve accurate shooting.
Zhao Changshu didn't have time to pay attention to them, kicked the accelerator to the end, quickly adjusted the car, and the bus roared and ran forward, but at this moment, Zhao Changshu heard a loud "explosion" behind him, and then the bus shook and rushed towards the side of the road uncontrollably.
Zhao Changshu knew that the tire must have been burst, so he twisted the steering wheel hard, tried his best to control the direction of the car, and then continued to slam on the accelerator, and the car ran towards the front crookedly.
There was only one car underground, and although the car didn't run fast because the tires had been blown out, the gunmen were still thrown farther and farther away by the bus. In the end, it completely disappeared from their sight.
"Fuck, shit!" A tall gunman threw his rifle to the ground in hatred, and sparks flew from the marble floor. The communication tools on these people are the headsets in their ears and the microphones placed in the necklines. However, due to the limitation of geographical environment, the distance of communication is not far, only about one kilometer. And the high-power explosion-proof walkie-talkies are all in the hands of those big bosses, and these gunners do not have them at all. Therefore, it is impossible for them to contact other people to block the bus now.
Zhao Changshu drove the bus staggering forward, and after about ten minutes, he confirmed that there were no pursuers behind him, and then he braked, stopped the car, and then jumped out of the car, turned to the back of the car to check the tires. There are four wheels in the back of the bus, two side by side on the left and right, Zhao Changshu was pleasantly surprised to find that although the two tires on the left were all blown up, the two on the right were all intact!
Zhao Changlan jumped into the car, rummaged in the on-board toolbox, and found a hydraulic jack and a simple charging electric wrench, although it was electric, but the torque was quite large, and the wheel was unloaded lightly.
Zhao Changlan's movements were quite fast, and it only took five minutes to change the tires, and the two punctured tires were thrown away. The tires on the back of the bus have become one on the left and one on the left.
The car starts and drives straight along the path to the elevator.
Zhao Changshu drove the car steadily, while looking at Kusen, who was still unconscious, he suddenly saw the explosion-proof walkie-talkie that was tightly grasped by Kusen, and immediately remembered what Kusen seemed to say to the walkie-talkie just now?
"Grandma's, he didn't let his subordinates rob and kill Lao Tzu just now, right?" Zhao Changshu muttered in his heart.
Although those gunmen already knew that Kusen had become their hostage, who knows if the rest of Kusen's subordinates knew? If they really follow Cusson's previous arrangement, intercept themselves halfway, give themselves a few bullets, or directly give themselves a bomb, they will have no place to reason.
Thinking of this, Zhao Changshu touched a bottle of mineral water from the driver's platform while driving, flicked his thumb, lifted the bottle cap away, and then poured all the cold mineral water on Kusen's head, and then slapped Kusen's big fat face, making a crisp sound of "pop".
Stimulated by the cold mineral water and a crisp slap, Kusen finally woke up.