Fu Hao said coldly, "Do you want me to help you cut off your hand?" ”

The skull mask sneered and left the car with both hands. Skating on a roller skate, stretching out your hands to make a movement floating in the air, and dashing away with inertia.

Behind that person, there was also a large group of people wearing various horror masks looking at Fu Hao.

By this time, the sun was setting.

There was a blood-red light shining from behind these people, making them look like a bunch of dead people soaked in blood.

Because Fu Hao had just threatened that skull mask. So after the man slid over, the other people all looked at Fu Hao. Although the face is not visible. But Fu Hao could clearly feel that these people had mocking expressions.

The leader was a guy in a miserable white mask. The mask also had the letters GOD written on its forehead.

His five fingers trembled, and he made a contemptuous gesture of pinching the dead man with his fingers at Fu Hao.

These are the people who obviously want to clean up tonight. It's completely different from the people I've seen in the supermarket before.

It's a night for these people to party.

Fu Hao drove out.

The vehicle faces the setting sun, and there is a feeling of golden halo. The flow of traffic on the road is already significantly reduced.

For those who are really ordinary people, going back to their homes early is a good thing to do.

Although, the real purpose of the purge day is very likely, that is, to kill these ordinary people.

When Fu Hao's car drove onto a viaduct, he suddenly saw the fuel gauge warning light flashing.

The car's vernier has been lowered to the bottom.

"X, what's going on?"

Fu Hao drove forward slowly for a while and stopped the car. When I came out of Elm Street, I was specially filled with gas. This situation is obviously not normal at this time.

If you insist on moving forward like this, it will obviously not be long to go.

After waiting for the car to run out of gas, he got out of the car. At this time, the car was parked on a viaduct, and it was empty outside.

As the sun sets, the last blood-colored halo of dark red makes people feel like they are standing in hell.

For Fu Hao, the biggest problem with not having a car is walking. Cities in the United States are large and empty. In this kind of place. Not having a car is obviously a big problem.

But the problem is that there is almost no one on the road outside. Occasional passing traffic. However, when they saw the symbol, they rushed over almost as if they had seen it, and they had no intention of stopping.

Fu Hao can also understand these people. It was already half an hour before the Great Purge.

These ordinary people are already running for their lives, and no one will be able to stop in this situation.

"It looks like that's all we have to do." Since doing anything at night is not a crime, it shouldn't be a problem to rob a car.

Fu Hao went to the car to pick up his clothes. When I got out of the car, I took a deck of cards in my hand. But as he stood on the ground, he suddenly smelled a strong smell of gasoline.

Where there is a car, there will definitely be a smell of gasoline. However, Fu Haojue's taste this time is a little big.

He leaned down to see the smell and saw that there was a large puddle of gasoline under the car.

"Oil leak?" This car has run out of oil, and it still leaks such an oil base?

At this time. It's been a few minutes since the car was parked, so the problem that wasn't obvious became apparent.

Fu Hao frowned a little, he stretched out his right hand, reached over and touched the location of the oil leak, there was a sharp diamond-shaped blunt mouth, "Sure enough, it was artificially made......" Fu Hao got up and looked at the oil stain on his hand and thought like this.

It couldn't have been done by a blonde beauty who gave her a car. Then it is only possible that someone has tampered with the car when I went to the supermarket to buy something.

He didn't know much about cars. It's just a matter of being able to hold a meeting and write a wheel, "Who's plotting against me?" ”

There will definitely be some boring people in this world who will do boring things. But in most cases, people are unprofitable.

Before the Great Purge. Destroying someone else's car, apparently for a purpose......

However, after discovering this, he was not in a hurry.

-- Since someone deliberately damaged their car, it was inevitable. It won't be that way.

As he was thinking this, the roar of a huge motorcycle could already be heard in the distance.

The kind of motorcycle with the mute removed is loved by the little gangsters. At this time, the loud roaring sound was very harsh on this very silent viaduct.

The symbol looked up in that direction.

In the distance, a convoy of five or six motorcycles and two Citroen minibuses drove over at the bridgehead.

They were obviously here to chase Fu Hao. Because they also stopped after seeing Fu Hao's parked car.

At this point, it's not yet time for the Great Purge.

So they are not in a hurry.

A man in a miserable white mask came down from one of the Citroëns, and he had a machete in his hand.

When boarding the car at the door of the supermarket before. Fu Hao had seen it before. He once made a pinch to death to Fu Hao.

At this time, the man walked slowly and leisurely.

No one spoke.

Their attitude has a laid-back feel that they are driving away prey that is entering the net.

The man in the white mask walked forward at this time, raising the machete in his hand. Waving like a waving hand. He was greeting Fu Hao with his knife.

They probably didn't expect Fu Hao to walk towards them.

So when they saw Fu Hao walking towards them, these people were stunned for a moment.

The world is quiet.

The roar of those motorcycles had stopped.

Everyone only heard the sound of Fu Hao's feet stepping on the concrete pavement.

He didn't go fast, because there was still a lot of time, and it was not yet time for the Great Purge.

Fu Hao didn't stop until these people were seven or eight meters away.

"You broke my car." Fu Hao said.

The miserable white mask at the head suddenly felt that this was actually a stupid fork who didn't know his situation.

So he looked at the people next to him and laughed together.

In the laughter of these people, Fu Hao took out a deck of gram cards from his pocket, and then unfolded it with a bang.

At this time, his "Emperor of Cards" ability has reached level four. The fifty-four cards, between his fingers, moved like elves. Because it moved too fast, there was an illusion of hovering in the eyes of those masked men.

The masked men, who were originally laughing, suddenly stopped laughing, and there was a feeling that they couldn't laugh.

Most of these gangsters are involved in gambling, and it is obvious that the technology in Fu Hao's hands at this time is not something that ordinary people can do.

The miserable white masked man who took the lead glanced at the large group of people around him, and asked, "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

Fu Hao said lightly, "I want a car to travel." ”

He dribbled the cards with one hand, and the cards flew upwards like a fountain between his right hand, frantically chaotic, but they flew back into his hand as if they were gravitationally sucked in. He pointed to the car behind the white mask with his other hand and said, "Yours will do." (To be continued.) )