Chapter 142: Fight for Food

On the mountain road at sunset, a car drove over with rolling dust.

On the lookout, Ye Wen put down the binoculars, pulled the smoothbore of the machine gun, and aimed at the car near the gate.

"Correspondent Ye. A man stepped out of the car and walked to the iron gate with his hands raised.

Ye Wending looked at it, "Zhao Ma." ”

Although she was born in China, she grew up in the United States and was not familiar with China, so the organization assigned this man to connect with her.

"Commissioner, it's me, don't shoot. He waved to the lookout.

"Zhao Ma, why don't you take over the supermarket, what are you doing here?"

He shouted through the gate: "Don't mention it, the food has already arrived, but suddenly a US tank appeared and snatched all the food." Commissioner Ye, we have nowhere to go now, so please take me in. ”

Ye Wen pressed the remote control in his hand and let his car drive into the camp. When he descended the escalator, he was already waiting next to him.

"Thank you, you're willing to take us in. ”

"Don't rejoice too early, the camp is well fed, but it will not feed idlers, and if you don't get it back before tomorrow's eyes, get out of here. ”

"Tomorrow?" Zhao Ma was stunned, "but they have a tank, and we can't help it." ”

Ye Wen said as he walked: "I don't care what method you use, in short, you can't let the U.S. military get that batch of food, if necessary, you can burn them." ”

Zhao Ma touched his head, "Why do you want to do such a thing that harms others and is not beneficial to yourself?"

"Don't ask, just do what the organization tells you to do. ”

"Yes, yes. ”

Zhao Ma ran to the side of the car and explained to the four subordinates in the car about retaking the food, but everyone thought that they could not fight the American soldiers, and they would be sent to death if they went.

At this time, the short man who had been silent next to him proposed: "Boss Zhao, there are many of us, why do you obey the orders of a girl, it is better to take this place with a gun." ”

Zhao Ma shook his head and replied: "If you want to fight hard with this woman, it is better to face the tanks of the US army, but you have a better chance of winning." ”

"Is she really that scary?"

"She's the devil. ”

The dwarf touched his head and found that Zhao Ma's gaze had been looking at him, "Then again, why haven't you been buried yet?"

The dwarf fell silent, and the two poor fellows hit the muzzle of the tank and were shot in the head, but because of his short stature, he escaped. Fortunately, Boss Zhao's attention shifted to food, and he didn't mean to dispose of him, alas, he escaped from danger several times, and it was not easy to survive in the last days.

Kaiming moved his big foot, and the injured place was still aching, and in the current situation, it was not suitable to escape. On the sofa opposite, the little brother held a dagger in his hand, peeling the sweet potato one by one, but his eyes were staring at Kaiming. taboo that the injured person has a gun in his hand, he still doesn't dare to act rashly, but he has been watching from the side, that is, he can step forward and stab him in the back at any time. The reason why Ye Wen handed over the pistol to a wounded person was to balance the strength between the two, so that no one dared to shoot at anyone.

"What are you looking at?" the little brother stabbed the peeled sweet potato into his mouth and chewed it rustling, "There is a kind of standing up and fighting with his bare hands." ”

He only bullied people with leg wounds, and after pulling out his pistol, he sat back on the couch and honestly nibbled on sweet potatoes.

"When your leg is healed, I'll beat you up. ”

He said nothing, halfway through the sweet potato, pointed to the back of the couch and said, "Look, there are snakes." ”

As soon as Kaiming turned his head, there was nothing behind him, and he realized that at that time, one arm had been wrapped around his neck, completely strangled his throat. The little brother's eyes widened, and he watched Kai Ming's face gradually turn red due to suffocation, "If Ye Wen asks, I will say that you choked to death from eating sweet potatoes." ”

His hands were gripped backwards, but he dodged them, and in a matter of seconds, Kaiming's eyes began to roll up.

The little brother curled the corners of his mouth, but a cold pistol was pressed against his temple.

"Am I that easy to deceive?"

His whole body froze, his eyes slanted to the side, "Commissioner!" saw Ye Wen holding a pistol.

Ye Wen glared, he let go of Kai Ming and raised his hands above his head.

"Get out. ”

The little brother jumped off the sofa and ran out of the door wearing only a slipper.

Ye Wen put away the gun, reversed Kai Ming, who was lying on the sofa, and poked his fingers, without snorting, "Will it be too late?"

A wave of heat rushed into my heart, and when I opened my hazy eyes, I saw a woman kneeling on the sofa, blowing mouth-to-mouth.

She looked up and inhaled, her cheeks bulging, and as she sank, she looked at Kaiming's eyes blinking, and her two mouths froze at a distance of an inch.

Ye Wen exhaled the breath in his mouth and asked, "Are you better?"

"You...... Why save me?"

She pulled her hair back and tied it into short braids, and her black tights tied her bulging breasts, "You joined the Black Panthers, that is, one of us, I will never give up my teammates casually, absolutely not." ”

Kai Ming looked at her back as she went out, touching the red circle on her neck, fortunately she was there, otherwise it would be over.

Two American soldiers ran up and down the stairs, carrying rice at one time, carrying a large bag of snacks at the other, their faces were already sweating, their military coats were on the running tower of the tank, their upper bodies were only wearing white vests, beads of sweat slid on the two muscular arms, and silver military badges swayed from side to side on their chests.

The two went back and forth between the supermarket and the truck, the second floor gradually emptying, and the truck was crammed with food supplies.

Ray sat cross-legged on the tank and lit a cigarette, "With this food, it won't be a problem for us to survive a year or two." ”

Newton got out of the cab of the tank and asked Ray for a cigarette, "The supplies need to be handed over to the troops." ”

Ray spit out a ball of smoke and said: "Don't be stupid, the president sent us abroad, and did not provide food, nominally gave up on us, he just wants to keep his own job, how can we serve him, we have to plan for ourselves in the last days." ”

"What are you going to do?" asked Newton.

"Find a place, store your food, find a few more women, and spend the rest of your days comfortably. ”

"Sounds good. ”

The truck's engine was running, and Nash waved his hand at the tank through the window, and the two flicked their cigarette butts and got into the tank's cab.

The tank cleared the way in front, the tracks clicked over the concrete road, and the truck kept a distance of four meters from it in the back.

"Ray, where are we going?" Nash's voice came over the radio.

Ray grabbed the microphone and replied: "Keep the car up, it's too ostentatious to stay in the city with your substances, you can be snatched by other gangs at any time, we need to find a secluded village to enjoy food alone." ”

"Roger. ”

The truck followed the tank onto the highway and headed out of town.

With the tanks in front of them at around forty-five kilometers per cent, and the rumbling sounded irritating, Nash closed the window and opened the storage compartment, which contained a record of "Rock and roll beasts! ”

The turntable was pushed into the player, and the familiar melody echoed in my ears, "Yo, born crazy." His body swayed to the music. In the indulgence, I didn't notice two motorcycles in the rearview mirror.

The motorcycle caught up, one left and one right parallel to the truck, the helmet driver pulled out the meteor hammer inserted in the tailstock, swirled overhead, slowly approached the truck, the hammer covered with diamond cone smashed on the wheels, the tires flattened down, and the body swayed left and right on the road.

The truck slammed to the side of the road, crashed through a section of iron guardrail, and came to a zigzag stop in the dust.

Nash's face rose from the steering wheel, and he touched his aching forehead, which swollen up.

"Damn, you dare to come to trouble the US military. He pulled out his pistol, leaned against the half-open door, and fired at the two motorcycles that were turning in front of him.

One of the drivers fell, and the man and motorcycle slid on the ground, hitting the roadbed motionless. Another motorcycle rushed at bullets, gunshots rang out from behind the truck, and a sedan approached at high speed.

Nash retracted into the cab, and immediately a row of bullet holes were punched in the door, and he grabbed the walkie-talkie, "Ray, I've been attacked." ”

The two men in the tank were stunned, Lei raised the round roof, and the truck behind was surrounded by a motorcycle and a car on the side of the road, and three AK guns spat out tongues of fire at the cab.

Ray patted the tank armor, "Newton, turn around." ”

The tank turned a corner on the one-way road, the tracks crushed a section of the flower base, and the turret slowly turned to the rear.

"Give these guys a shot. Newton pointed at the screen and pointed at the muzzle.

"No, it's too close to the truck, and if you don't do it, you'll knock out all the food. ”

Ray climbed onto the turret and turned the heavy machine gun, the muzzle of which fired a string of bullets, the motorcyclist's head exploded into a blood spill, and the hood of the car toppled to the ground.

Zhao Ma retracted into the car, turned his head and said to the dwarf: "The opponent's firepower is too strong, and it is impossible for us to recapture the grain." ”

The dwarf lay on the back seat, "What then?" and returned to the camp empty-handed, he would definitely be kicked out.

Zhao Ma gritted his teeth, "Burn it." The muzzle of the gun sticks out of the car, aiming at the barrel fuel tank under the chassis of the truck, and several holes are punched, and the yellowish diesel drips on the ground.

The dwarf lit the noodles at the mouth of the flask and threw them out, the glass bottle shattered in the oil, and a fire ignited on the ground with a bang, and the fire spread up the wheels, and the whole car was stuck in the burning.

The rumble of the tanks grew clearer, and the ground trembled.

"Withdraw. ”

The car slammed, spewed black smoke from the exhaust pipe, and stalled. Zhao Ma twisted the key continuously, and the engine was silent, "This time it's going to be over." ”

A dark shadow obscured the windshield, the gun shaft of the tank was horizontal on the roof, the metal tracks pressed against the body, and the cab of the sedan collapsed.

Nash pushed open the bullet-riddled door, jumped out of the burning truck, and approached the sedan with a pistol in hand, one side badly deformed, and the driver was crushed in the driver's compartment, spitting blood from his mouth and his eyes widening.

He put away his gun, walked over to Ray and Newton as he climbed out of the tank, and watched intently as a truckload of supplies burned.

"It's all ruined. Ray gritted his teeth and said, "Find out their nest and wipe it out." ”

The three got into the tank and turned in the direction of the county seat.

The cab on the left side of the car was completely flattened, the right door was kicked open, and the short man climbed out of the deformed compartment and lay on his back on the road: "Fortunately, the man is short, and I escaped again." ”