Heavy Armoured Truck In Post-apocalyptic World

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at this time.

Jungle gallop.

Hu Yan was sitting in the back seat of the Harley, with her arms around Pan Hua's waist, her warm body temperature passed through the leather jacket. This made Pan Hua feel as if he had returned to the time when he fell in love back then, and he was driving her for a joyful ride, so unhappy.

Carrot, hold on tight, my husband is going to race! Pan Hua couldn't help shouting.

However, what responded to him was only a low-pitched roar, and Hu Yan could no longer speak, and could only yell indiscriminately.

Hearing the roar, Pan Hua's expression suddenly changed. The Harley heavy machine flicked its tail, splashed a lot of mud, and stopped firmly on the newly repaired forest road. Quickly got out of the car, drew out the knife with both hands, and looked at Hu Yan who had jumped out of the car and began to growl in a low voice.

Hu Yan's roar would only come out when he was in danger.

she called.

Indicates that danger is encountered at this time.

Following the direction of Hu Yan's roar, Pan Hua waited and watched vigilantly, while guessing in his brain whether he encountered a large evolutionary beast or other dangers.

He could judge the degree of danger from Hu Yan's roar. Hu Yan, who has a keen sense, can always detect danger in advance. The more urgent the cry, the more dangerous it is. Now her call is very rapid.

Dangerous, very dangerous!

Taking a deep breath, Pan Hua prepared to go ahead and investigate. This was his duty, not only to inspect the logging area, but also to eliminate surrounding threats.

However, Pan Hua didn't wait to investigate.

There were rustling noises around the dense forest, and countless unidentified human beings dressed in black suddenly appeared from multiple directions. Each of them held a knife, gun and stick in their hands, bows and arrows on their backs, and a circle hanging from their waists. This is the standard equipment of insect warriors.

On the chest of the man in black, a spider-like bug was embroidered with gold thread uniformly, in the shape of a scabies mite mutant.

About forty or fifty people pointed their swords, guns and sticks at Pan Hua.

Immediately, Pan Hua's scalp was numb, his teeth were trembling, and he uttered three words: Bug Warrior!

At this time the road ahead,

Suddenly, a large sedan chair with four lifts came out from the dense forest. The sedan chair was made of wood and covered with black cloth. On the black cloth was also embroidered a mutant of scabies mite with gold thread. In front of the four-carried sedan chair, there was another knight. The knight was a gringo with blond hair and obvious insect nuclei on his face.

Under the seat is a golden beast similar to a wolf, but bigger.

The knight and four carried the big sedan chair, and they came to Pan Hua and Hu Yan at a leisurely pace.

Pan Hua's hand holding the knife was already trembling, and he tightly guarded Hu Yan, who was growling incessantly, behind him, looking palely at the knight and the four sedan chairs.

When the knight reached the ground, he immediately turned over and got off the big tooth wolf, and then shouted in fluent Chinese: The president is here!

The men in black around immediately shouted like ghosts and wolves: Welcome to the President!

There is a bit of humor in the weird atmosphere, which seems neither fish nor fowl.

But Pan Hua couldn't laugh.

His face had turned from pale to grayish blue. He had already guessed who the person was in this scene.

Amid the shouts of Welcome to the President, two white and tender jade arms stretched out from inside the four-carrying sedan chair, and lifted the black curtain. They are two young girls wearing transparent tulle with three points clearly visible inside. They are beautiful and have a very attractive figure, but black and blue scars can be vaguely seen on their bodies.

One of the young girls yelled pretty, President, we're here.

Reached?

A lazy voice came from the sedan chair, and then, after waiting for about ten seconds, three people walked out. To be precise, a man in his thirties walked out, hugging two other young girls in tulle.

This person has an ordinary appearance and a fair complexion.

He wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and a gentleman's hat with white and black stripes on his head.

Wearing a white windbreaker, white shirt, black vest, and a white scarf.

He wasn't tall, he wasn't handsome, and his figure was even worse. He couldn't support the shape of the windbreaker at all, so he looked nondescript with the windbreaker on. But if you don't care about the nondescript windbreaker, and don't care about his height and appearance, at first glance, he still has the smell of Xu Wenqiang in Shanghai.

The man in the windbreaker was biting a cigarette in his mouth, showing a little smile, looking at Pan Hua gently, and took off the cigarette with his index finger, middle finger and thumb, his voice was a little shrill.

Long time no see, Team Leader Pan.

You, why did you come here. Pan Hua was so nervous that he stuttered, but he still held on, not letting himself show timidity, You didn't stay in Mushroom City to enjoy yourself, but you came to such a remote place.

I miss some old friends. The man in the windbreaker smiled, I miss you, Old Pan. Back then, I went to the forest to pick mushrooms under Team Leader Pan. When I met a tiger, Team Leader Pan showed his might and beat the tiger to death. , and then we had a barbecue together, it was really an unforgettable memory.

As if he was really thinking about it, the man in the windbreaker looked at the distant sky and went away attentively.

A minute later, he came back to his senses and said again: Of course, I miss them too, Artai who loves to be lazy, big beauty Chen from Mushroom City's treasure, Tota Tianwang, a black and thick ugly man, and Tang Cuicui, the third eldest of the five sisters. Goddess. Look, I remember old friends. I just don’t know, you don’t remember me, this old friend.”

Before Pan Hua could reply, the man in the windbreaker suddenly changed his tone, and his voice became gloomy: I'm afraid I can't remember, who would care about the clumsy, bad-tempered Diaosi back then. You didn't regard me as a friend at all. It’s all my wishful thinking.”

After finishing speaking, he stared at Pan Hua with resentment.

Pan Hua was stunned by the other party's eyes and shivered, feeling uneasy, trying to ease the atmosphere: Xu Yun, back then, no one looked down on you, you were thinking too much.

Xu Yun suddenly shouted: Call me President Xu!

Pan Hua's face was stiff, and he wanted to be tough, but after his eyes flickered, he was still weak and compromised: President Xu.

That's right. Xu Yun nodded in satisfaction, and then sneered, You people always remind me of those dogs in the Internet ring center. We care about our thoughts and think that Internet addicted teenagers are crazy, but in fact you are the ones who are sick, you know!

Spreading his hands, Xu Yun suddenly smiled again: So you see, the facts have proved who is the trash. I, Xu Yun, the King of Worms, the President of the Worm Warrior Republic, controls the lives of tens of thousands of people. And you, a group of bereaved dogs, It's a pity to hide around and live like a cockroach all day long!

Turning back, looking at the gringo: Bruce, get my electric shock baton ready.

Bruce nodded: President.

Immediately, they brought people down from the back of the four-carried sedan chair, and moved down a machine, which looked like some kind of crudely crafted equipment, with several electric shock batons inserted into it. Shake the device to generate electricity, and the electric shock stick is charged on it.

Seeing this, Pan Hua couldn't help but tremble: Xu Yun, what are you doing!

Pull out an electric shock baton, press the switch, and sparks spark at one end of the electric shock baton.

Xu Yun held the electric shock baton with a smile and walked towards Pan Hua: What are you doing? Of course it is for your treatment. Electric shock therapy is a very effective way of treatment. I have studied under the magnetic storm infantry for more than a year. , rest assured, the technique is absolutely professional. To be continued.

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