(I haven't been in great shape lately!) It's cold and has some colds! I hope you all Haihan! )

Hearing Boomer's reason, Zhang Cheng felt a little embarrassed, although Boomer didn't need to collect all the Dragon Balls to fulfill any wishes, but her purpose seemed to have some conflicts with herself. Seeing the change in Zhang Cheng's expression, Boomer smiled and said: "Don't worry, I know from Mr. Wu Tian that you are looking for the Dragon Ball to resurrect some important people, and I will not rob you, in fact, now I am helping you to find the Dragon Ball, one is to have more contact with the Dragon Ball and understand its energy source, and the other is to make my life more fulfilling, after all, my personality is not suitable for staying in the research room every day, and I want to be young for a few more years." ”

Zhang Cheng didn't expect Boomer to have such a kind and meticulous heart under his tough appearance, in fact, if he thought about it, if Boomer intended to grab the Dragon Ball, then he would not have a chance to resurrect now.

Klin, who was on the side, listened to the confusion, what resurrection and what Dragon Ball, he didn't understand what was going on at all, and finally waited for Boomer to finish speaking, Klin hurriedly asked: "...... that Wutian teacher?"

"Tired from the day! Go to sleep! Sleeping too late is not good for your skin, what will happen tomorrow! Tomorrow I have to get up early to hurry, and it will be troublesome to be caught up by the Red Ribbon Legion. Zhang Cheng patted Klin's shoulder heavily, interrupting him. Boomer also yawned cooperatively, took out three sleeping bags from the car, kept one for himself, and threw the remaining two to Zhang Cheng and the others, and then got into the sleeping bag, it seems that no matter what kind of girl cares about her skin. There was no way, Kling also followed Boomer's example and got into the sleeping bag, and complained a little dissatisfied at first, but soon snored, it seems that he is really tired for the past two days.

Zhang Cheng just spread the sleeping bag on the ground and lay on it, instead of getting into the sleeping bag, because if he encountered an emergency, his body could not respond in time because of the constraints of the sleeping bag, and he didn't know when he even began to sleep Zhang Cheng had to maintain a fairly high level of alertness.

The night didn't feel the stuffiness of the day at all, but it was a little cold, Zhang Cheng slowly closed his eyes, and a wave of sleepiness hit, but at this moment he sneezed three times in a row, Zhang Chen tightened his collar, turned over, and fell asleep.

At the same time, dozens of kilometers away on the highway.

"That damn yellow man, I hope the Red Ribbon Legion will catch him, cut out his tongue, gouge out his eyes, stick him on a bamboo stick in the desert and slowly dry him to death, and then go to hell to be punished by Satan." John cursed as he went, and so far he had not stopped a single car, for fear of alerting others, John left his double-barreled shotgun in the truck, but even so, no car would stop to pick up the poor fellow. John cursed Zhang Cheng viciously in his heart, but forgot that when he drove a truck before, he saw someone on the side of the road who wanted to take a ride, usually with one foot on the accelerator or extorting a lot of fares.

There was a roaring car in the distance, John's little eyes flashed with hope again, small black dots from far and near, several cars came and stopped in front of John, but the light of hope in John's small eyes turned to despair, and his face also showed a look of horror, because the few cars parked next to him were all black Humvees, and the logo of the Red Ribbon Corps on the front cover of the car looked so bright red in the night, as if it had just been soaked in blood.

A man got out of the car, holding a submachine gun in his hand, walked up to the trembling John and asked, "Where are your accomplices?" What about Dragon Ball? ”

"What accomplices? What Dragon Ball? I'm just a lost passerby who wants to catch a ride home, knowing that my child is still waiting for me to come home for his 10th birthday! John pretended to be stupid, he didn't want to have anything to do with those guys who were against the Red Ribbon Legion, but his excuse was the same lame as the one Zhang Cheng used in the first place.

The gunman smiled cruelly, and suddenly kicked John in the abdomen, kicking him two or three meters away, and sitting on the ground with his buttocks, his abdomen spasmed, followed by severe pain. John sat on the floor holding his stomach and retching, he hadn't eaten anything all day, his stomach was empty, and he couldn't vomit anything at all.

"Dare to lie to Lao Tzu, go die." The gunman pulled a notebook out of his head, slammed it on John's face, and then pulled the bolt to shoot.

John saw the notebook that he threw over, it turned out to be his driver's license, with his own photo on it, and suddenly remembered that after Zhang Cheng and them left, because he was afraid that other people from the Red Ribbon Legion would chase him and find him trouble, John immediately left his truck, and in a hurry, he forgot to take the driver's license on the car.

"Wait!" Just as John closed his eyes and prayed that his kind self could go to heaven, and Zhang Cheng went to hell, a loud voice saved his life, and in John's ears, this voice was as beautiful as God's holy voice.

I saw the rear door of the second Hummer open, and a tall figure stepped out of the car, walking gracefully in front of John, who slowly opened his eyes and looked up and down at this life-saving benefactor who had brought him back from the line of death. This man was very tall, not very old, about 30 years old, wearing a military uniform, but there were no epaulettes on his shoulders that could indicate his rank, and the chest and armband were also embroidered with the emblem of the Red Ribbon Legion, obviously higher than those Red Ribbon Legion mercenaries wearing camouflage uniforms. Although he was wearing a military uniform, he couldn't cover the perfect body that was toned but not bloated, and on a handsome face that made Beckham embarrassed, the corners of his mouth were slightly curled, revealing an elegant smile, giving people the feeling of a handsome and noble royal prince, which made people awe-inspiring.

"Hello! I'm General Blue. I don't feel like you're in the same league as those who snatched the Dragon Balls, it seems like they robbed your truck and held you hostage, am I right? The man who called himself General Blue took off his military hat with his right hand, pressed it to his chest, and bowed slightly to John, making an elegant aristocratic salute, his golden hair shining with a dazzling sheen.

John was stunned for a moment, then nodded desperately after reacting, "Yes! Right! Right! That devil stole my car, ruined my vacation, and brought me to this miserable point, and I cursed him, cursed him for not dying well! ”

Seeing John's reaction, General Blue smiled with satisfaction and said slowly, "Then you don't mind telling me their specific situation and the type of weapons they carry, right?" ”