Northerners are good at drinking and drinking liquor. After Song Dabao poured two bottles of Little Red Star with chicken legs, his eyes were still straight, staring at the wine that was carried to the carriage. The entire warehouse, at dusk, was almost loaded onto the car, except for a few inconsequential things. Fang Dong mercilessly snatched back a little red star that Song Dabao had secretly hidden in his pocket and put it in his pocket.

"Hey, don't be like this, Fang Dong, what do you mean? No, no, Brother Dong, you can't do that. "Song Dabao doesn't know how good the amount of wine is, the two red stars, at least half a catty, just drank it like this, his face was not red, and he was not panting. Zhang Zhaodu, who was watching, felt a churning in his abdomen, he grabbed Song Dabao and said, "Dabao, drink less, drink it back and drink it again, so as not to make a mistake." ”

"Team Zhang, I'm drinking well." He pleaded a little hippiely, "It's not like this kind of opportunity for a long time, you just let me drink another bottle." ”

Fang Dong turned over into the cab and snorted: "Song Dabao, you don't come, I saw you coming out of Lao Wang's last night, you two drank enough." ”

Under Zhang Zhao's kind words and persuasion, Song Dabao finally compromised, but strongly demanded that he and Fang Dong take the truck back to the resort hotel. The truck transporting the materials was driven by Fang Donglai, together with Song Dabao. The off-road vehicle driven by Fang Dong before was driven by Langchen, taking Han Dong and Guo Rong with him.

The feeling of returning home with a full load, cool don't want it, Zhang Zhao turned on the CD player in the car, and it turned out to be a good day. If this song had been placed in the past, it would have sounded irritating, but today the mood is different, and Zhang Zhao also sang along with the melody.

As soon as the vehicle drove out of the village road and into Binjiang Avenue, it was completely dark. Since there were no street lights and the vans were overloaded, the speed was between forty and fifty yards. The entire riverside avenue is much cleaner than other sections, and it is not uncommon to see abandoned cars and wandering zombies on the side of the road.

After working for a long time, Park Anna was already tired and fell asleep, and Li Zhizhi and Zhang Zhao fell into silence. At night, the sea breeze is very pleasant, cool and warm, mixed with a light salty taste. Zhang Zhao held one hand and drove leisurely. Maybe he was tired too, and the headlights shining on the unchanging road seemed to have a hypnotic effect.

Just as he was about to close his eyes, several people suddenly appeared within the range of the headlights. Two men dressed in black, each riding a motorcycle, parked sideways in the middle of the road. Zhang Zhao habitually turned on the low beams, and when he came back to his senses and found someone in the middle of the road, although the speed was not fast, it was too late to brake.

I only heard a loud noise, and the off-road vehicle jolted, and it was estimated that the two people were directly knocked into the air. Zhang Zhao stepped on the brakes a little, and the speed of the car slowed down, and then, his brain reacted suddenly, and he stepped on the accelerator again, and shouted out the window at the same time: "Don't stop." ”

The speed of the car climbed from twenty yards to seventy yards in just a few seconds, and he saw in the rearview mirror that the truck and the off-road vehicle of Langchen following behind did not stop, but also accelerated and rushed forward.

Due to the bump of the vehicle, Park Anna, who was asleep, was awakened at once. She grabbed the roof armrest and said in horror, "What's wrong, what's going on." ”

At the same time, just after Zhang Zhao hit the two motorcycles, and Fang Dong and Langchen also crossed over, more than a dozen motorcycles suddenly sprang out of the path next to Binjiang Avenue and followed closely behind them. The rider on the motorcycle, yelling and swearing, could still hear some of it even though it was a little bit away. Zhang Zhao focused on driving, and asked, "Is this a stick?" What are they talking about. ”

"Yes, as if to say...... Slaughter this boy. Li Zhizhi replied truthfully.

After bumping into those two people, Zhang Zhao had some idea in his heart. Usually who would be bored enough to block the middle of the road, even if this group of people specializes in robbing passing cars, but in this harbor city, there are a few cars running on the road every day. After confirming that the other party was the group of villains from the Stick Country, Zhang Zhao was even more convinced that this group of people was coming for him.

"Damn, these bastards have been eyeing us for a long time, and they are only making a move now, this is to make us free labor." Zhang Zhao spat hard.

The sticks had not been gone long by the time they arrived in the village, and they had to walk down a street every day, and they would definitely be able to see it when a new car arrived. All of this was really bumped into by one of their younger brothers who left behind, and immediately went back to move people.

The speed of the motorcycle was not slow, and it didn't take long for it to catch up, and people kept holding weapons in their hands, smashing the body and windows. The car window was smashed, and after a few more hits, it was estimated that the glass would shatter. Because the speed of the car was not slow, Zhang Zhao did not dare to hit the direction easily, and used the car to hit the motorcyclists who were surrounding the car, so he could only desperately refuel the accelerator.

The two cars behind him were not having a good time, the rear mirror was knocked out, and the glass window was also broken. Song Dabao was sticking out the baseball bat through the hole in the window and shooting back at the riders. In the distance, the bay of the resort was in the distance, but this short distance became long at this time.

Fortunately, these two off-road vehicles have been modified, and a layer of net has been added to the glass window, even if the glass is really broken, the other party will not pose a threat for a while. These riders were so skilled that Zhang Zhao tried to arch them, but was easily avoided. One of the motorcycles went around in front of Zhang Zhao and them, no matter how he accelerated, he always maintained a distance of about two meters, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

The rider in the car suddenly slowed down again, then picked up the round stick in his hand and slammed it on the front windshield. At one end of the round stick, there was a curved protrusion of about five centimeters, but with such a flick, it could directly smash a hole in the front windshield. This blow shocked even Zhang Zhao.

If he continues to be entangled like this, he will definitely suffer, he hurriedly took out his pistol, handed it to Li Zhizhi behind him, and said: "Open the car window, they will shoot when they get to the side." ”

Li Zhizhi was also stunned when he took the pistol, his nervous heart was about to jump out, and the sticks outside the car hit the car body like rain, and the other party wanted to force the car to stop. But Zhang Zhao is not a fool, the car is driving, there is still a chance to escape, as long as he stops, maybe he will really suffer. Li Zhizhi held the pistol, and she didn't know what to do, but at this time, Park Anna pounced and snatched the gun from her hand.

If Zhang Zhao saw this scene, he would definitely drive the car into the sea in fright. Anna opened the insurance, lay on Li Zhizhi's lap, opened the window, and shot three times at the gap in the iron mesh. The motorcycles around did not retreat in the slightest and still followed. Since they knew that the people in the car had guns, but because of the iron net, it was difficult to shoot, so they simply avoided the bullet hole.

"It's almost there!" When Zhang Zhao saw the sign on the side of the road, he didn't know whether to comfort himself or remind others.

Song Dabao brandished a baseball bat, but he couldn't hit the person on the motorcycle, but his arm was smashed hard. If it weren't for the fact that he was strong himself, this stick would probably break his hand. He retracted his hand and scolded angrily: "These dogs, call them sticks, is it because they like to use sticks?" "He didn't know that if the other party hit him just now with a machete, no matter how strong you are, that hand will be scrapped.

Song Dabao is just honest, not stupid, seeing that those riding sticks are about to reach into the car, and he can only hold his head to dodge. Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration and said loudly: "What about the bottle of Little Red Star, give it to me." ”

The old driver, Fang Dong, operated the driver who avoided the attack over and over again, and scolded: "Song Dabao, when is the special mother, still thinking about drinking." ”

"No, why did my mother become an alcoholic!" His eyes widened, and he took out the little red star from behind Fang Dong's buttocks. Then I opened the cap and quickly pulled a few tissues to plug the bottle. Paper towels easily absorb liquids, and for a while, the liquor soaked the paper towels. Song Dabao took out his lighter, lit the paper towel soaked in white wine, and immediately gas the blue flame.

Fang Dong glanced at it, saw that there was a fire, like a big rooster that had been electrocuted, he broke his throat and roared: "Song Dabao, you are so desperate to die!" ”

Song Dabao didn't pay attention to him, but threw the burning little red star onto a motorcycle rider on the right. After all, it was liquor, which was not as effective as alcohol, and the bottle smashed on the rider's helmet, bursting into a ball of fire that went out in a few seconds. It was in these few seconds that the sudden attack made the rider panic and plunge into the grass on the side of the road.

The off-road vehicle following the truck, sitting Guo Rong and Han Dong, the vehicle was attacked by the rider, and the wolf teeth bared their teeth and barked. Langchen's driving skills are very good, almost on par with Li Zijing. He was the last car in the team, and he didn't have so many worries, and the few motorcycles that followed him were not allowed to get close for a while because of his amazing driving skills.

What's more, Han Dong took out a slingshot, took out a nut, and hit the riders around him, although he couldn't cause fatal damage, but he also scared the other party enough.

Seeing the sign of a left turn ahead, Zhang Zhao showed a strange smile, he stepped on the accelerator, made a sharp turn, and scared a motorcycle on the right to almost crash into the mountain.

The road to the Palm Cove Resort was a complete relief to his heart. About a hundred meters from the sentry door, he quickly pressed the horn without pause. Perhaps the personnel in charge of defending the base had seen the anomaly, or perhaps they had already seen the flashing motorcycle lights around the convoy, and the improvised railings were quickly lifted.

After Zhang Zhao entered the base, he shouted: "Alert, alert, there is a tail to follow." ”

The road leading to the resort was relatively narrow, and the motorcyclists slowed down and followed the Langchen car.

What they never expected was that when Langchen was about to arrive at the sentry, he slammed on the brakes, and then quickly hit the steering wheel, and the off-road vehicle instantly crossed the middle of the road.

The motorcyclists slowly pulled to a stop, and they did not see the sentry behind the vehicle due to the only lights on the road. The four team members who were responsible for guarding the intersection quietly groped around.

Han Dong, who was in shock, covered his mouth with wolf teeth and motioned for him not to make a sound. When he saw the silhouette of the familiar square-faced man in the backlight, he pouted and said, "It's these ghostly guys." ”

The square-faced man parked the motorcycle, walked to the front of the convoy very arrogantly, and muttered, "Little rabbit cubs, I was finally caught by Uncle Ben." ”

He crossed his waist and scolded Langchen in Mandarin, "Ouxi, do you want to die?" ”

(End of chapter)