Between the words, two more heavy trucks roared, two people jumped out of the car, the person on the left is tall, of course, this tall refers to compared with ordinary people, if you want to compare with elephants, it is a child, the face is hideous, the exposed skin is all traces of being burned by the fire, like a twisted earthworm, tender meat and old meat are intertwined, it looks very terrifying, only a pair of eyes are as bright as electricity, Huang Yueyue only glanced at it, then closed her eyes, and her pretty face was a little pale.

The person on the right is of medium stature, ordinary in appearance, wearing a pair of glasses, looking sven, and when he saw Liu Wei'an, he ran over with joy on his face.

"Boss."

"Tank, Alai." Liu Wei'an laughed, whether it was Alai or Tank, the spirit of the two was completely different from when they left. The low, fearful, and inferiority aura unique to slaves was completely absent from the two of them, and the surging self-confidence was more obvious than that of many people in the city.

After the tank has gone through the catastrophe of life and death, every move is full of calm atmosphere, Alai, now nicknamed Immortal Xiaoqiang, is still shy, but if you look closely, you will find that there is a faint bloody aura on his body.

The two went to open up a market for Times Square, of course, opening up the market is a better way to say, in fact, it is to destroy the enemy and eliminate dissidents. There is no reason to speak in the slave areas, and it is only natural that the strong forces destroy the weak ones. When Times Square became strong, it was bound to embark on this road of conquest.

Elephants, Alai, and tanks, known as the three sharp knives of Times Square, expand outward in three directions, and now, with Times Square as the center, if you draw a circle, the area within 500 kilometers in diameter belongs to Times Square, as for why it did not continue to expand outward, it is not that it has encountered resistance, but it is related to Times Square itself.

It's easy to build a turf, but it's hard to defend it. The time for the rise of Times Square is too short, the foundation is insufficient, the talent is too few, the territory is too big, and it is impossible to hold it. The general policy is this, but if there are more powerful forces around, they still have to be killed, and Tank and Alai have basically done these things recently.

Just introducing each other, the tank's phone rang suddenly, less than two seconds apart, the elephant and Alai's phone also rang, the three of them heard it, and their faces immediately changed, the tank was fine, his face changed a little, and it returned to normal, Alai's eyes flashed a murderous aura, and the elephant jumped up directly and yelled: "These bastards, see if I don't tear you apart." ”

Liu Wei'an looked at the tank, and the tank only said two words: "Sand thieves." ”

"Yueyue, it's getting dark, let's go back first, the slave area is not as good as the city, the nights here are very cold, and if you catch a cold, it's a very troublesome thing." Liu Wei'an said to Huang Yueyue.

"Okay." Huang Yueyue is not a person without eyes. Zhao Hanqing was even more direct and turned around directly.

After sending the two girls to Times Square, three teams led by elephants, tanks, and Alai roared out of Times Square, bringing a sandstorm like a dragon in yellow sand, and disappeared into the approaching night.

The spider and the hairy monkey are second only to the elephant, Allah and the tank in combat effectiveness, however, the two were injured and did not heal, this matter was not notified to the two, the lion is the number one master in Times Square, but he needs to sit in the square, only Liu Wei'an followed out.

"What's the matter with the Sand Pirates?" Liu Wei'an chose a tank team.

"Highway, they want a piece of the pie, we didn't agree, they came to sabotage." The tank made the point in a few words, and a modified pickup truck was in his hands, nimble like a fish in the water.

When the leader of the people do not like to drive, only the tank has a soft spot for driving vehicles, and likes to drive heavy trucks, power type, however, today is to be fast, to be flexible, so I chose a pickup.

"How many sand pirates are there, and how is the combat effectiveness?" Liu Wei'an had a faint murderous aura in his eyes.

"The number of people is uncertain, but at least more than two thousand, and the combat effectiveness cannot be estimated, they are basically mobile in the major slave areas, there is no fixed place of birth, basically no one has seen their boss, but, according to the traces left by them after committing the crime, at least one person's strength is equal to that of the lion."

Liu Wei'an was slightly moved. The lion is the number one master in Times Square, in the entire slave area, there are few who can walk through ten moves in the lion's hands, if he doesn't open the distance, whether he can be the lion's opponent is unknown, just a sand thief, there is such combat effectiveness, which makes his expression a little more dignified.

Two hours later, it was completely dark, there was no starlight tonight, and only two car lights lit on the endless wilderness, and the dark night filled people's hearts with a deep sense of unease. Liu Wei'an, who was closing his eyes and recuperating his strength, suddenly felt a sense of unease, that feeling, like a poisonous snake crawling behind him, suddenly opened his eyes, and just saw a little red light whistling in the distance.

"Stop!"

He let out a loud shout, and the man was already leaning out of the window, his sniper rifle on his shoulder, his expression grim.

Snort –

The car stopped suddenly, and under the action of inertia, the pickup truck still rushed five or six meters before it completely stopped, and the tank grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, and still almost flew out of the car. Just as he was about to look back to see how Liu Wei'an was, he heard the sound of the trigger being pulled.

Bang –

The crisp sound of gunfire resounded in the night sky. The next moment, a ball of fire erupted in the air three hundred meters apart, the loud noise was deafening, and the firelight spread, turning into a huge fireball, illuminating a radius of several miles.

Rocket!

The tank broke out in a cold sweat, and the enemy was lying in ambush in the middle of the road. If it weren't for Liu Wei'an, he didn't dare to think about it, his fingers just touched the pistol, the body shook slightly, and he turned around suddenly, just to see a wisp of white smoke spewing out of the muzzle of the sniper, and the direction of the rocket, the shock on the face of a middle-aged man who was half-squatting on the ground and carrying a bazooka just emerged, his head suddenly exploded, and the terrible impact flew out more than three meters away with his body.

Next to the middle-aged man was a thin man with dirty hair, who saw his companion being shot in the head, his face changed greatly, he turned around and ran, and after running a step, he felt a terrible force concentrate on his head, and then he lost any intuition.

From the tank braking to Liu Wei'an's killing of the two sneak attacking enemies, it took less than two seconds, and before the heavy truck that followed behind could react, he saw that the tank had restarted the pickup truck and roared towards the road.

Ten minutes later, the sound of ticking gunfire was faintly audible, and the tank quickly stopped, and the three heavy trucks behind also reacted quickly, stopped and turned off the lights, and quickly approached the place where the fire was exchanged.

This is a stronghold set up in Times Square, with fifty people and plenty of ammunition. But the situation is very bad at the moment, and it can be heard from the sound of bullets returning fire, the bullets fired from all directions are dense like showers, but the bullets fired from the stronghold are scattered.

"I'll go first." Liu Wei was anxious in peace.

"It's too dangerous—" Tank closed his mouth helplessly, and Liu Wei'an disappeared from his sight like a black ghost.

Only then did I remember that with Liu Wei'an's outstretched hand, he didn't have to worry about it at all.