1121 Clamp gun with stick
Ethan said he didn't understand this quote at all.
However, judging by this man's expression, he should have been safer, and at this time, he noticed that there was a tank-like platform protruding from the roof of the car.
He quickly stood up and looked out through the tower, which was half covered with bulletproof glass.
Next to it, there are two more buttons.
As prompted, he flicked the buttons.
The tower spun with his movements, turning towards the tornado-ravaged area.
"Hey."
The male driver's dissatisfied voice sounded: "Don't move, this is a treasure that I have spent my whole life trying to build, and you can't afford to pay for it." β
"First of all, I can definitely afford it."
Ethan looked at the tornado raging not far away in shock, and said mercilessly: "If it is so easy to break, this is the garbage that you have spent your whole life trying to build." β
In a word, choke the cap to death.
The other party's actions just now made him speak with a gun and a stick.
The woman in blue also glared at the cap in annoyance.
The guy shrugged his shoulders and frustrated himself as he manipulated the various instruments next to the driver's seat to record the tornado's condition.
There was also a low cry from his mouth.
Keep yelling and coming over and things like that.
Feeling a little dabbled, Fuller glanced at the other and sat down in his chair gasping for air.
The sight in front of him made Ethan swallow his saliva.
The roof of the house next to it was torn, countless bricks and stones swirled and flew into the sky, cars flew up and down in the air, and the whole world was stirred.
Subconsciously reached into his pocket, only to catch a wet cigarette case.
Suddenly, the frantically swirling smoke quickly subsided.
Like a giant's arm shrinking back, it quickly dissipated into the clouds in the sky, and the countless black spots that were wrapped in it suddenly stopped, and then they landed one after another, and a shocking rain of debris fell.
Cars, sofas, appliances, and people.
All sorts of things fell wildly, and many fell nearby, causing a muffled bang.
"Falk !!"
I don't know what's going on, the cap suddenly scolded angrily: "Why, it's almost like this, it was like this just now, damn it!" β
The guy became unusually irritable and slapped the steering wheel a few times.
Ethan ignored him, turned the tower to look at the heavy clouds, and said to himself, "This damn tornado, it's not going to come back for a third time, is it?" β
"You're right, a third or fourth time at any time."
The woman's voice rang out, and she held out her hand to Ethan: "I'm Alison, an expert in meteorology, and according to the meteorological display, the clouds above are very organized, and the hook echo is large. β
"Morgan."
Ethan took the woman's hand: "I don't understand what you're talking about. β
The other party is in his thirties and has long brown hair.
A pair of deep eyes.
"Mr. Morgan, in a nutshell."
Alison let go of her hand and explained in a loud voice, "There's a huge storm enveloping Seaverton, a typhoon can happen at any time, and the last thing you should do is run around like you just did." β
"Hmm."
Ethan nodded in agreement: "If I didn't run around, you would have just flown into the sky." β
"Uh~"
Opening her mouth, Allison said stupidly:
"You have a point, but I suggest you find a shelter to hide now, it's not safe outside right now."
"Excuse me?"
Returning to his seat, Ethan continued to ask, "If I find the way, can I get out of Seaverton quickly?" β
"Don't think about it."
Alison interrupted him and waved his hand, "As I said, this area of Seaside is covered in clouds, and storms can come at any time and anywhere. β
"Finding shelter is what you should do."
Hearing the other party's words, Fuller's face on the side became ugly.
At this time, the movement outside finally disappeared.
Ethan opened the door and jumped out of the sturdy, modified car, and even though the building had collapsed, it was a surprise to meet a weather expert.
At least knowing the current situation, I can only honestly find a place to hide.
After the storm raged, it was drizzling here.
He hurried to the side, and when he saw that Nadia was safe and sound, he breathed a sigh of relief, motioned for the people inside to get out of the way, and grabbed a chair that flew from nowhere, and slammed it against the glass window.
"Whoa."
After a crisp sound, the window exploded.
"Shet."
After Nadia pulled Trey out carefully, she happily hugged Ethan: "I was scared to death just now, you don't know, how thrilling it looks." β
He patted her on the back and told Nadia what she had just gotten.
The other party doesn't care.
Anyway, wherever Ethan goes, she follows her, the idea has always been set by the other party, and the BFI team is like this, and it is the same now.
On the other side, Fuller hugged Trey tightly.
Encountering a tornado again scared the two of them a lot.
Jumping past the broken bricks on the ground, Ethan came next to the Dodge Challenger and waved his hand helplessly as he looked at the vehicle.
"Do you want to try?"
Nadia spread her hand and shrugged, "It doesn't feel like there's any need for that." β
More than a dozen broken bricks smashed on it, and the glass shattered.
The hood is cocked, the front of the car is recessed into a large piece, and the parts inside are visibly damaged, not to mention that it is not necessary, and now there is no problem in pulling it directly to the scrap yard.
Distress is distress, and there is no way to encounter this kind of thing.
The two of them pried the car door and trunk to take out the contents, and then they had to find another way.
Their luggage, not much.
It's a few of Nadia's clothes, drinking water, food, and so on.
Two small backpacks, thrown on the body to finish.
βOKοΌβ
The man in the cap pushed the modified door upward, clapped his hands and shouted, "Hurry up, the next storm point has been confirmed, just in the direction of the north here." β
"We need to hurry over and take pictures of the tornado."
"There is no time to rest."
βCome onοΌβ
Ethan then noticed that the guys who followed Nadia out of the building were carrying cameras, long guns and short guns, as if they were doing something like recording the storm.
"Wait."
Hearing the other party's words, Fuller hurriedly ran over: "What are you talking about, the next storm point is here to the north?" β
"That's right."
Alison had recovered from the death crisis just now, and said with messy breathing: "According to our data, there is a high probability that the tornado will reappear in that direction, is there something wrong?" β
"Listen, my car is broken."
Fuller hurriedly pointed to the crashed vehicle and said hurriedly: "My son and another girl were trapped in the paper mill on Garner Street, where the first tornado destroyed just now. β
"Right now, we're trapped under the rubble."
"I need to get over there and get them out as soon as possible, will you give us a ride?"
"Please."
He clasped his hands together and looked unusually anxious.
Ethan frowned, just now I only knew that he was in danger, but he didn't expect to be crushed under the rubble, no wonder Fuller would risk running out with his son to rescue.
Now, I've heard that there will be another tornado over there.
The vehicle is also broken, and it can't be done without rushing.
βNOγβ
The voice of categorical refusal sounded, and the peaked cap slapped the car body expressionlessly, and continued to urge: "Sorry, we don't have time, I believe you can find a suitable means of transportation." β
"Good luck." (End of chapter)