Chapter 53: The Little Guy and the Bombardment

The bald man's two-meter-tall figure was confined to the small space of the jeep, and his head slammed into the roof of the car as the body vibrate. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's special, Lao Tzu was so guilty that he was paid two catties of gold and meat, and those who were officials were really deducted."

The big man cursed crookedly, stopped at the three-way intersection, looked at the green dot on the monitor, slammed the direction, and the car turned right and sped away.

In the secret place on the chassis of the Dawn, a small red light flashed and flickered.

Zhao Jiayan put one foot on the steering wheel to control the direction of the car, and the other foot on the bottom to control the fuel. And his two hands were holding the instructions for the Dawn, reading them diligently.

It's still on the edge of the green range of humans, and there's not even a shadow of a car on the road. There are too many supplies needed in Xin'ancheng, and some cars have been towed away and disposed of.

He drove in this strange posture on this uninhabited highway, and if he had been stopped by the traffic police uncle before the end came, he would have deducted points, fined and detained.

But now, there was only one zombie roaring in front of the car.

Zhao Jiayan's left foot moved slightly, and he no longer paid attention to the front after adjusting the direction of getting out of the car.

"This Dawn looks amazing!" Zhao Jiayan recalled the introduction on the manual.

Fuel power and electric dual power system, using the same control system. The two power systems can be switched at will, and only one switch is required.

Zhao Jiayan looked at the dashboard, there were only a few things on it, and a computer pointed at the 20 position. A fuel gauge to ninety-five percent. One fuel gauge, fully charged.

There is also a switch, which is oil on the top and electricity on the bottom.

Others, none.

The temperature in the car should be at 20 degrees, Zhao Jiayan is very confident in his body's induction, saying that twenty is twenty, and it will never be nineteen or twenty-one.

There's no air conditioning and no temperature?

Zhao Jiayan picked up the manual again, skipped what he had read before, and looked specifically at the part about the body.

This one is unbelievable, he is straight out of the foul mouth.

"Damn, the body is all made of Bai's steel. The latest research results of the Institute, the top discoveries of materials science, and Bai's steel, which has created a new era of human materials science! Can you automatically keep the temperature in the car constant? ”

"Damn, it has a memory function, and it can be restored after transformation?"

"Damn, the Zombie Blood Crystal Nucleus can speed up this recovery?"

"Damn, the hardness is at the top?"

"The glass on my car is also made of a special variant of this material?"

“……”

"Damn, Huaguo only produced this, and it was all in my car. Because there is one less special material, there are very few finished products? ”

Zhao Jiayan didn't have the heart to drive anymore, parked the car on the side of the road, and began to look up and down at the Dawn.

The interior of the Dawn is made of creamy white leather, which looks warm, soft and classy.

Judging by the occasional exposed part of the metal, this white steel is a dull gray. Zhao Jiayan touched his hand and determined that this was the true color of the steel, and there was no paint or coating.

When the palm of the left hand is opened, the handle of the knife is exposed from the palm. Zhao Jiayan held the handle of the knife with his right hand and pulled it out, and the drawing knife appeared in his hand as if it was pulled out of the scabbard.

Looking at the intact left hand, Zhao Jiayan smiled.

Even if it wasn't the first time he had seen this wonderful image, he was still proud of the magic of the sword.

The drawing knife was very fast, and Zhao Jiayan carefully slashed the metal leg under the driver's seat. The knife cut through the gray leg and he seemed to feel something unusual, a very familiar feeling, but it was too small for him to catch.

Shaking his head, he saw that there was only a small opening on the leg of the chair, which was twice as hard as the short knife he had cut before, and that short knife was already the hardest knife in the research institute before.

He leaned on the floor of the car to observe carefully, and the small mouth was really slowly closing.

"Closing very slowly but firmly, like a person's reaction when a body is injured."

He watched carefully as Koguchi recovered, and by this time he knew that he had sensed something familiar.

"Vitality, vitality that only living beings can have! Is that vitality good, cats, dogs, even ants are normal, but what does it mean that this car has vitality? Is this car alive? Is this car a creature? ”

Zhao Jiayan's heart beat rate instantly rose to 75 beats per minute, and his whole body was as red as a cooked shrimp.

In an instant, his heartbeat returned to normal, and the man regained his composure from the horror that the car was a creature.

As long as he calms down, he will be used as a quilt cover when the sky falls.

Now he became interested, and the drawing knife was lightly attached to the leg of the chair, and he sank down and felt it.

"Damn, it's really energetic. It's as little as the vitality of ten ants, but it's a real vitality. ”

"It's just that this vitality seems to be too lively!"

He sensed it again, and a multicolored vitality like an inch of hair circled around the drawing knife. If you compare it to its behavior by humans, it is afraid and wants to get closer, wandering around.

"Haha." Zhao Jiayan smiled, he felt that this vitality was like a puppy, and he wanted to get close but didn't dare.

He had made little Hiromi in the little nurse's house cry before, and this time the bad taste came up.

"Hey, don't cry!"

A little bit of vitality came out of the drawing knife, shaking in front of that colorful vitality.

When it rushes up, it regains its vitality, and when it retreats, it stretches out.

In Zhao Jiayan's hehehey, the colorful vitality was pasted to the surface of the drawing knife after a few fruitless times, and the body moved, and there were a few colorful points of light like fireworks.

"Yo, I'm crying." Zhao Jiayan's old face flushed, this game is play, it seems to have been a little playful.

Hurry up and send some vitality over to make up for it.

As soon as the colorful vitality saw that the white vitality was there, he immediately rushed up, and the tearful end formed a small circle out of thin air, and the other end was put out.

The vitality sent by Zhao Jiayan was hateful and thicker and longer than its body, and as a result, the little guy barely swallowed it all into his stomach.

"Haha, I'm actually overwhelmed!" Zhao Jiayan covered his stomach and smiled, the little guy was lying in the dark now, occasionally twisting off his colorful body that had doubled his weight, judging from his body movements, he was too full to the point of being uncomfortable.

After a while, the little guy didn't move, and the colorful light on his body slowly dimmed to the point that he was all over the body.

"Whew", a strange sound sounded outside the car, getting louder and more urgent.

"Shit, bastard."

Zhao Jiayan said that he didn't know how many people were there today, and he was not familiar with this strange whirring sound, but he could still see the long strip-like tail that appeared in the green shadow that he deliberately kept in his head.

Isn't that a rocket or an RPG?

He's not angry about this, he's angry little guy just fell asleep when someone came to mischief.

If you wake up the little guy, how many heads do you have to lose?

The man was angry and opened the door lock of the cab as soon as he got up. Pulling the door first, he stared in the rearview mirror at the bald man standing on the road carrying a bazooka.

When a rocket hit the Dawn's buttocks, and a ball of fire erupted, he leaned forward to open the door and jump.