With a roar of the engine, a minibus suddenly broke into the intersection in front of the modified pickup truck, and the windows, driver's seat, front of the car, engine compartment and other parts were modified and covered with thick stainless steel plates.

Tang Yan's face changed, and he looked behind him again, and a modified minibus also drove out of the intersection less than 20 meters away from Nanmu, blocking the back road.

Beethoven was so frightened that he got behind Zang Feng and didn't dare to come out. Nanmu pulled Xia Xin's hand, and his eyes swept over the trash can in front of the hardware store next to him.

Brush, brush...... With two metallic silver sounds, the minibus opened to the door of Tang Yan and the others, revealing the bluffing Type 88 general-purpose machine gun and the person holding the lever behind him.

It's an old acquaintance!

Tang Yan came to Gem City the evening before yesterday and broke the arm of Xu Chaoliang, the foreman of the White Widow convoy, with one foot on it, and several people were beaten to the point that their noses were blue and their faces were swollen, and now the person holding the Type 88 general-purpose machine gun in the car was the provocateur the night before yesterday.

The second door of the minibus in the back opened, and a man with a plaster cast in his right hand and an SR-2 miniature submachine gun in his left hand came out, which was Xu Chaoliang, who was supposed to be lying in the hospital.

The narrow road seems to be very much in line with the current reality.

Tang Yan just glanced at the man and turned his head away.

The back door of the minibus in front of me opened, and a foot in high heels and fishnet stockings stretched out in the night, stepping on a steel plate and descending to the ground.

A little glimmer dispelled the darkness of the night, and wisps of smoke rose slowly.

The White Widow held her favorite jade cigarette stick and looked at the people surrounded by two minibuses.

At this time, there was a burst of gunfire from the rear, thinking that General Wang, Sanpaillan and others were fighting with another group.

Woo......

With the roar of the low beast, a black shadow suddenly burst out of the car, followed by a strong man with a height of more than 1.85 meters.

The dark shadow had a green coat, a bloated body, explosive muscles, sharp teeth and a short tail, and saliva was lying on the lips, falling drop by drop on the iron cage that covered the mouth.

No one in Gem City doesn't know the dog, just as no one doesn't know White Widow.

Greenskin, a mutant retriever------ Merlin's vicious dog, White Widow's pet.

Greenskin had a rope tied to the back of his neck, and as it moved, the strong man with a height of more than 1.85 meters was constantly pulled, as if Greenskin was holding him, not him holding Greenskin.

The White Widow tapped the cigarette stick very gracefully with her fingers painted with red nail polish, and the embers fell in the wind.

"I said you would pay for your actions that day. No one is going to come here to help you out. ”

In the White Widow's cognition, Tang Yan dared to provoke her because the governor needed the existence of the Pandaren Legion to contain the Black Hand mercenary group, just like that day the adjutant came out at a critical moment to accuse her of being domineering.

Now Tang Yan is involved in the scandal of Huang Lei using human corpses as meat sources to produce new canned food, Luo Zuoming has changed from their backer to an enemy, and the state of the Panda People Legion can be described in three words as ------ lost family dogs.

Tang Yan was silent, just moved his cervical spine to relax his body.

"Zang Feng, if I were you, the wisest choice would be to draw a line with him, only in this way can I protect Reyna and let her grow up safely."

Obviously, the White Widow has done a detailed investigation of the leader of the Panda Man Legion, and knows what kind of person Zang Feng is and what his weakness is.

ZANG FENG SPIT OUT THE CIGARETTE IN HIS MOUTH, STEPPED ON IT WITH HIS FOOT, TOOK OUT THE TWO 12.7MM CALIBER REVOLVERS ON THE GUN HOLDER, AND TURNED TO THE MINIBUS BEHIND.

Xia Xin wanted to say something, such as persuading the White Widow not to stupidly become the gun in the governor's hand, but now it seems that it is unnecessary, and Zang Feng responded to the discord of Mrs. Feng S with practical actions.

Nanmu reacted quickly, and dragged Xia Xin very hard to hide behind the garbage bin next to him.

Tang Yan was wearing the Grim Reaper's First Battle Armor, and Zang Feng also had a mechanical exoskeleton to protect him, and the two of them were wearing body armor, but they were not capable of mixing in the next street fight.

"Hmph, I don't know if I'm alive or dead."

The White Widow was very dissatisfied with Zang Feng's actions, and turned her head to look at Greenskin: "Tear them up for me." ”

The strong man quickly took off the hood and reins in front of the greenskin's mouth, and the greenskin swooped out.

As a mutant hound, it doesn't have much of an idea, only knowing that the first two people are its dinner.

At the same time, the people in the minibus pulled the safety bolt, the trigger was pulled, and the bullets were poured out like rain.

The White Widow took refuge in the ruins next to her, cross-legged and waited for the battle to end.

The loss of a dozen good players in the middle of the night did not make her feel resigned, but only provoked a deeper hatred.

Since Tang Yan can use ambush methods to deal with her people, she can also fight against an army and use her own way to govern others.

The night breeze made her thighs a little cold, and the fire shining in the alley was beautiful.

At the moment when Greenskin rushed towards Tang Yan, Zang Feng fired a shot at Xu Chaoliang, who was holding an SR-2 submachine gun, and moved Beethoven two steps to the lamp shop next to him, throwing the person in his hand onto the half-collapsed balcony like a sandbag.

"You are not allowed to come out without my command." After saying this, he threw a Type 92 pistol to the balcony: "Beware of the living corpses in the room." ”

Beethoven swallowed and trembled to get the Type 92 pistol.

At this moment, he heard a clanging sound, and the spark bloomed at his feet, and he was so frightened that he quickly grabbed the Type 92 pistol and hid in the room behind the balcony.

It's safer to face a living corpse that can only attack people with its minions than a wicked person with a machine gun.

Zang Feng used the shield on the back of his right arm to block the incoming bullets, but he was still shocked by the impact and kept retreating, and his face was a little unsightly.

Over there, Tang Yan used the jetpack to push his body to sway from side to side, and the bullets fired in front of him could hardly pose a threat.

The P-55 heavy electromagnetic pistol fired two shots, but because it was in motion, its accuracy was greatly reduced, and it only made craters on the outer steel plate of the minibus.

The white widow took the opportunity to peek at it, and saw Tang Yan, Zang Feng and others struggling to survive in the narrow street, and a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She hoped that the man would not die so soon, and that the most appropriate fate for him would be to be torn off pieces of flesh by the green skin, and let out one pleasant scream after another.

She likes the way men look fascinated by her body, but full of fear.

The former proves that she is the best among women, and the latter proves that she is a strong person who does not lose to men.

This is her definition of success and her goal in life. For this goal, she has broken several stepping stones, and Tang Yan and Zang Feng will also become one of them.

Greenskin was getting closer and closer to the target, and it was not easy for Tang Yan to dodge the machine gun bullets, and he couldn't pull out his hand to attack Greenskin.

She could hear sharp teeth snapping bones.

It was the most beautiful and melodious melody in the wasteland.

……

Creak!

As she wished, the sound of bones breaking was heard.

She removed the jade cigarette stick and poked her head out with a smug smile.

PS: EEM, the author's IQ has been crushed again, and a book friend scolded all the way from 12 o'clock to 5 o'clock in the middle of the night and read 100,000 words all the way~ Well, well, it's much better than some readers who leave a message in three chapters.

Look at things, the author thinks it has a lot to do with the mood, such as the recent life is relaxed, such as just having a child, just getting married, or reading some healing things, and having some insights into life, then naturally I like a more warm and delicate style of story. But if the work pressure is very high, the mental tension is high every day, and the life pressure is out of breath, maybe he likes to kill decisively, be darker, and hunt for strange novels to relieve the depression and frustration in his heart, and escape from reality to find relaxation.

Well, a little insight is a pleasure, there is no need to delve into it.