Zhu Yu was lying in the back seat, and his two white and tender calves were swaying.

She holds a PS14 based on the Terrestrial Age console, on which a cuckold figure smashes the princess in front of her with a mushroom.

In a moment, the princess fell, and the words "boss defeated" showed that Zhu Yu's eyes narrowed into two crescents.

"Whew, I've finally cleared the level, this game is so difficult." Zhu Yu let out a silver bell-like laugh, "Grandpa, do you still have a game card?" ”

"No more. Xiaoyu, don't worry about playing games every day, sometimes martial arts are still very important. The old man shook his head helplessly, his eyes full of pampering.

"Alas, anyway, there are so many bodyguards following me, why should I learn martial arts?" Zhu Yu threw the game console back in the trunk and looked out the window. "Grandpa, scumbag, they're back!"

The old man wiped his glasses and made no sound.

He felt that he must be presbyopia.

What the hell is that bed tied to the roof of the car?

What the hell is a person lying on the bed?

He felt that his three views had collapsed a little.

He picked up the walkie-talkie, "Scum, what did you bring back?" ”

"A man, grandpa." The scumbag stiffly replied, "He slept on the wasteland when we found him, and there was nothing around him except an earth dragon that we scared away. ”

"When you get there, you write me a good report, this, this is too ......" The old man rubbed his temples with a headache, what and what is this!

"Grandpa, scumbag, they've brought a man back from the wasteland!" Zhu Yu said excitedly.

"I see." The old man's head hurt even more, and he always felt as if he had something very troublesome.

The convoy was speeding across the wasteland, nothing special except for the bed that was tied to the roof of the car.

"Master, it seems that the territory of the Commander is ahead, should we take a detour?" The driver glanced at the screen next to him and said loudly.

"No, go straight over, if you take a detour, it will probably drag on until night, and then we'll be finished." The old man shook his head.

"Do you want to use rockets to open the way?"

"Idiot, rockets don't need money? Tell them to drive over directly, speed up, and I'll carry something! ”

A few roars came from ahead, and the car shook violently twice.

Zhu Yu was taken aback, "Grandpa, what's wrong?" ”

"Bastard, didn't you say don't use rockets?" The old man scolded, "Xiaoyu, fasten your seat belt." ”

He picked up the walkie-talkie, and a frightened voice came from inside, "Master, ghost man!" Ghost people! It's the Commander!"

"!" The old man felt a hot pain on his face, and he was really afraid of something.

Several rockets exploded on the left side of the convoy with a long tail of fire, and the smoke and dust dispersed, and there was nothing.

Gunshots rang out, crimson ballistics intertwined, crackling like New Year's firecrackers, and there were many more dense craters on the ground.

"Fuck, what does the ghost man want to do?" The old man subconsciously touched the pistol on his waist, "Are they crazy?" This time is so active, not afraid of the encirclement and suppression of the headquarters? ”

"God knows". Another old voice came over the intercom, "It's heading for the right flank of the scum." ”

The old man wiped the cold sweat that didn't exist, and as soon as he heard the slag, he subconsciously thought of the bed, and he now absolutely doubted that all the pots would have to be carried by the man who had been brought back.

"When I was a kid, didn't you hear that you can't bring people back from outside? Ah, now it's okay, if it wasn't for that man, I'd eat upside down! The old man yelled into the walkie-talkie.

"Then you might as well eat Xiang upside down." A voice sounded abruptly in the back. The driver was startled, his hand slipped, and the steering wheel almost made a 180-degree turn.

The old man instantly pulled out his pistol, but was snatched away before he could react.

The man in the back seat played with the Colt in his hand, and his mouth gurgled, "It's beautiful, but it's a pity that I already have one." ”

"Who are you?" The old man felt that the other party looked a little familiar, and the key was how he got in!

"I am Antakuta, the king of the Shura clan." Antakuta stretched and threw Colt back to the old man, seemingly unconcerned about what he would do to him.

King Shura...... The old man's head was running fast, who was this? A code name? Is there any organization that people can use code names and then be terrifying?

Watchmen.

"Mr. An, did Li Zhanshen send you here?" The old man asked in a deep voice.

"No, no, no, who can move me? Except for my dad. Antakuta smiled, "I just got dry on my face from the wind, so I came in to take shelter." ”

Take shelter from the wind.

He finally remembered where the person in front of him was familiar.

Isn't he the one who slept in the middle of the wasteland with him tied to the roof of his car?

Antakuta glanced at Zhu Yu on the side, "Little girl, who are you?" ”

"Don't be embarrassed by the rain, sir." The old man's hand was tightly gripping the handle of the gun, but his precious granddaughter was still sitting in the back seat, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

In his opinion, the other party definitely came to this car with a special purpose, maybe it had something to do with what they were transporting.

"I'm not that seedless." Antakuta rolled his eyes, "Don't think too much, I'll take a ride and get off when I get there." ”

"Who the hell are you?" The old man quietly pressed the alarm button, and there was some fear in his heart.

"I said, I'm the Shura King." Antakuta shrugged, why does someone ask again every time he talks about his identity? Are they deaf?

It seems that the other party does not intend to confess. The old man's heart sank, and he was in trouble.

There was a piercing scraping sound in the distance, and the two cars suddenly collided together, as if they had been pushed hard by an invisible hand.

The convoy slowed down, and after the casualties, it could not accelerate as before.

The jeep formed a circle and surrounded the wounded in the middle. The front of the two cars had begun to smoke and catch fire, and the smoke gradually drifted into the air.

"Stay in the car, or I won't be able to save you if you get your head cut off when you go out." The old man looked out the window, and he knew that not far away there was a thin figure, staring sinisterly.

"What's wrong?" Antakuta yawned and pushed the car door open.

The old man didn't say anything, and he was happy in his heart, it would be best if he could let this stranger fight with the ghost leader.

And he seems to be very good, maybe there is a chance for the team to escape.

Antakuta got out of the car and walked to the slag's car first. Under the shocked gaze of the soldiers in the car, he calmly took out the knife brake from the roof of the car and pulled out two long black knives.

As soon as I got up, I was able to move my body.

In his opinion, this is actually a small matter, not a big deal.

Get serious, and the other party will be gone with a knife.

Even the Demon Ancestor couldn't catch his knife, and he didn't believe what this guy could do with all the bells and whistles.

"Come out, I can see you." The invisible coercion dissipated, the air twisted, and a creature in a gray cloak fell from the sky, the short knife in its hand glistening with a cold glow.

Leader of the Demons, the most feared assassin in history.

The people in the car froze, they only felt a palpitation, and then they saw the man holding two knives and standing opposite the ghost man, his eyes full of disdain.