The Ford Raptor slowed down and woke up the sleeping Jango again.

He sat up, rubbed his reddened eyes, and vaguely saw a few red dots swaying from side to side in the fog ahead, "Are you there?"

"Hmm!" William replied weakly in the driver's seat, smoking a cigarette.

Yang Ge glanced at him, and inadvertently saw a familiar silver wine jug on the dashboard, and immediately grabbed it in surprise and rubbed it gently, "How can my father's heart and soul be in your hands?"

William raised his eyebrows at Yang Ge with a cheap smile on his face.

Yang Ge immediately understood, covered his forehead and moaned helplessly: "God, the furious old Connor will definitely skin you with his own hands!"

William still had that sneering smile, "Hahaha...... Don't worry, he can't bear it, at most he will beat me up!"

The corners of Yange's mouth twitched violently, as if he had foreseen the comical scene of the old man who was stronger than a brown bear smoking a cigar and chasing the blonde monkey next to him with a shotgun.

But what does that have to do with him? Anyway, he didn't steal Daddy's heart, and he won't be the one who gets beaten.

Shamefully, though, the blonde bastard next to him has been hiding this pot of treasure until now, even though their stored beer has long since been depleted!!

This is absolutely unforgivable!!

Thinking of this, Yang Ge unscrewed the flask and unceremoniously poured a large sip into his mouth, but he didn't taste the rich pine perfume smell of the inferior whiskey, but a strong smell of alcohol made him sick to his stomach.

"Poof!" Yang Ge squirted without question, "Damn, high-strength vodka, your family really has the bloodline of a fighting nation!"

"Hahaha......" William slapped the steering wheel with a smile from the driver's seat again, "You said there is!"

Yang Ge looked at him expressionlessly, pinched his throat and learned the tone of the radio machinery in the camp: "Dear brother, your repeated provocations have successfully angered your dear brother, after seeing my father, I will truthfully transfer you in the process of this demon hunt." Unintentionally, I told the old man about the shameless behavior of a half-werewolf royal sister, do you think that after the old man found out, he would continue to choose to abuse your delicate little ass with the butt of a shotgun, or would he choose to lock you in the cellar and pour you holy water and garlic for a month?"

William's face, which was still laughing wildly a moment ago, turned green all of a sudden, he slammed on the brakes, wrapped his hands around Yang Ge's arm, and put on a pitiful little face, "Dear and merciful brother, please keep your promise to protect your dear brother, and keep your mouth shut...... A month of holy water garlic set, I'll die!"

"Oh ho ho ......" Yang Ge laughed cheaply at William, "No, I refuse, wait for death, brother!"

William stared at Yang Ge, gritted his teeth and stretched out a middle finger, "Count you ruthless, but God is fair, sooner or later you will fall into my hands!"

Yang Ge hugged his arms and was indifferent, "Brother, I'm waiting for the day when God will take care of you!"

William smacked on the gas pedal, and the massive raptor continued to glide forward.

Soon, a monstrous steel wall with a length of more than 20 meters, numerous machine gun holes on the wall, and a high-voltage power grid at the top of the wall emerged from the dense fog, and at the end of the road, there was a steel gate with a string of rusty metal letters hanging from the gate: San Francisco...... San Francisco!

Ten meters in front of the steel gate, there is a small wire checkpoint, but on both sides of the checkpoint, two dark heavy trucks are parked diagonally, leaving only a narrow aisle for only one car to walk through...... There is no doubt that if you want to force your way through, you must first ask yourself if you can withstand the impact of two heavy trucks.

A black guy in a fluorescent vest and a baton stands in front of the level, brandishing a red laser stick and directing the birds of prey forward.

William slowly drove the Raptor to the pole, turned off the engine, opened the door, slowly stepped out of the car, and raised his hands high: "Hi, hey, hi, guys, see clearly, we are the Scott brothers...... Hold the gun steady, don't go too far!"

He knew the rules, and now there were at least ten submachine guns, an anti-materiel sniper rifle, and an RPG bazooka......

When he had finished, the black boy waved his baton again.

Seeing this, Yang Ge in the car opened the car door and walked out slowly.

He first raised his hands and spun them in a circle, then slowly removed the multi-functional tactical vest on his body and the pistol quick-pull sleeve on his legs, and successively removed a modified double-barreled shotgun with a shortened barrel, a micro-charge, a sterling silver wakicha katana, an alloy multi-purpose tactical dagger, two Colt revolvers, four tactical grenades, and several magazines...... He is simply a self-propelled arsenal in human form!

That's why William got out of the car first, he had too many weapons on him, and it was easy for those guys who were aiming at them to over-nervous and lead to accidents...... It's all a bloody experience.

Yang Ge skillfully disassembled all the guns, unloaded the bullets, and swung them on the hood of the Raptor in a row, and after doing all this, he raised his hands again and turned on the spot, signaling that he had no weapons on him.

It was only then that the black boy slowly approached and threw over a plastic bottle of water and a silver dagger.

William cursed in a low voice and stepped forward, picked up the plastic bottle and silver dagger, and then looked at Yang Ge with a bitter face, "Will you come first or will I come first?"

Yang Ge smiled and stretched out his hand, "I'll come first!"

William couldn't help but hand the plastic bottle and dagger to Jango.

Yang Ge unscrewed the plastic bottle, poured it down, closed the cap and threw it to William, turned to the black guy and smiled: "Hey, Sam, can you make a report to the camp maintenance club and replace your reserve of holy water, this batch of holy water has been stored for too long, and the smell is too fucking flushed, just like the fucking stinky water in the sewers." ”

The black boy looked at Yang Ge with a blank face, as if he didn't know him at all.

Yang Ge pursed his lips, rolled up his sleeves, and slowly drew a two-centimeter cut with his silver dagger on his arm without changing his face, and the red blood gushed out at once.

William took the silver dagger from Yang Ge's hand, and gestured on his arm with a sad face, and it took a long time to make up his mind and grit his teeth and slash down.

At this time, Yang Ge had already walked to the front of the checkpoint and chatted with the black guy named Sam across the checkpoint.

Sam handed Yang Ge a cigarette and a bottle of cold beer, and his smile was completely indistinguishable from the fact that he didn't know Yang Ge at all in the last minute, "Hey, Arnold, you've traveled far enough this time, it's taken so long to come back!"

Yang Ge shrugged his shoulders freely, tilted his head and poured a large sip of beer, and gasped comfortably, "Don't mention it, I almost planted it this time!"

William, who had completed all the physical examination steps, walked over, took a sip of the beer in Yang Ge's hand, and then complained to Sam with an unhappy face: "You bastards are more rigid than the damn bureaucrats who maintain the association, you know our brothers, and you still do so many things." ”

Sam is about the same age as Jango, and in fact, the apartment he lives in is just a block away from Scott's house, and they are good friends on weekdays.

When Sam heard William complain, he casually snatched the beer from William's mouth and took a big sip, and said angrily with a rich expression peculiar to black people: "Rules are rules, four days ago, Simon Apache's group of miscellaneous monsters put in a batch of shapeshifters, and ate more than a dozen people in the camp, and they haven't been cleaned up yet!"

It has been almost half a month since Yang Ge and William left the camp, and they couldn't stop frowning when they heard the news, and Yang Ge was about to inquire further when he saw a dozen or so men wearing tactical vests walking out of the steel gate.

"Hey, Brother Scott, what are you hunting this time on? Let me guess, vampire, werewolf?"

"Arnold, what about the werewolf fangs that I said I would get, I'm still waiting to make a talisman for my child!"

"Hahaha, William, you're back at the right time, there's a carnivorous patry in our neighborhood tonight, you know......"

These people, the scum who had just aimed their guns at them behind the steel gates, were now sure that William and Jango were okay, and they all poured out at once.

Since Yang Ge was fifteen years old and William was thirteen years old, the two of them have carried guns and messed around with this group of miscellaneous people at various gates and checkpoints.

As soon as he heard the word "patry", William, who was still sad a moment ago, instantly had green light in his eyes, patted his chest and said loudly: "TT tonight, I please!"

Yang Ge couldn't help but roll his eyes, and secretly speculated: "In addition to the bloodline of the fighting nation, this bastard must also have the bloodline of the dwarf of the island nation!"