Chapter 134

Regardless of tidying up the pieces of wood on his body, Ann pointed three steps and did two steps, opened the back door and sat in.

"Snow! What's that!"

The strong man who chased an Yizhi just now also chased into the street. The half broken wooden door was completely finished at this time, and even the door frame was knocked down by the strong man.

He was covered with gray cement powder. His hair was mixed with sweat and dust to form braids with full texture. He held the discarded shotgun in his hands and folded it with force. The all metal body of the gun was folded into a U-shaped shape by him like a spoon. Combined with the ragged clothes and the roar that did not look like human beings, it scared the two boys like the cannibal monster in the story.

"Drive!"

White boy York heard Ann's voice, subconsciously stepped on the accelerator, and the engine roared.

"Hurry up, York! He's catching up!"

The car of this era has just entered commercialization, and its performance is very backward in the eyes of future generations, especially the starting speed can not be compared with that of future generations.

"I'm trying! The accelerator has been pressed to the end!"

Seeing that the strong man was about to catch up, the Ford model a still accelerated slowly and hurriedly.

York was as worried as before. His ingenuity of driving around the street in the past didn't come into play. He just realized that he didn't shift gears.

"What's going on!"

Just after changing gears, the speed of the car suddenly increased, and York heard the sound of metal distortion from behind.

"He grabbed our spare tire!"

Thomas looked through the window and happened to meet the strong man's fierce eyes, which frightened him.

"Watch me throw him down!"

"No, you concentrate on driving. Let's find a way to deal with him."

Ann stopped York and told him to concentrate on driving.

When the secret way to escape is found, the police will come soon. At this time, they are still entangled with the strong man. It is easy to be blocked by the police.

"Aim him in the eye. It's no use hitting other places."

He threw Thomas a left wheel. Ann smashed the rear window with the butt of a gun and pulled the trigger. The car just bumped and the gun flew there.

The black guy wants to ask, what is it? It's no use hitting other places? This is a pistol. Don't you shoot people everywhere with a blood hole?

But he still listened to an Yizhi's suggestion and aimed at those evil eyes.

"What monster is this!"

The moment the bullet flew out, the strong man blocked his face with one hand, and the. 357 warhead was caught by him empty handed!

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An Yizhi was not idle at this time. When the black guy shot, he smashed the strong man's fingers holding the spare tire with the butt of his gun. Of course, it was also useless. Until his arm was sour and soft, the strong man's fingers still firmly grasped the tire. They didn't mean to loosen at all. Even the butt of the gun was broken a little.

We must get rid of him as soon as possible!

It's too conspicuous for such a big man to hang outside the car. Moreover, his weight is not light, one can top three, which seriously slows down the speed of the car.

But the goods showed an invulnerable attitude. They hung behind the car and tried to catch people with the other hand. They were very tenacious. Forced ANN to cling to the seat in the cab to avoid being caught by him.

He threw the last revolver full of bullets to Thomas, and Ann racked her brains to find a way.

The system will never arrange an unsolved situation!

After all, it's just a game. Since it's a game, it's not the purpose to make it difficult for players. The purpose is to let players pass customs. All the problems are just set to improve their sense of achievement and entertainment.

I must have a clue!

Handmade cigarette is a simple map. There is a hint to go to the Blue Paradise tavern hidden in half a piece of fried bread. The only thing not used is

He felt the flat bottle and sniffed it. He smelled the choking smell of alcohol.

He took a big mouthful and called out the skills panel to check. indeed! The skill icon of blazing fire ball lights up again!

He immediately activated the skill.

Feeling the unbearable heat coming from his mouth, an opened his mouth with one finger and spit out the liquor. A large handful of flames came out of his mouth, forming a fireball the size of a washbasin and rotating in front of him.

Black boy Thomas stared at the fireball only an inch away from his hair. Today, too many things beyond common sense have refreshed his three views.

With a movement in his mind, the blazing magic ball rushed directly on the strong man's face along the broken rear window, which made him roar again and again.

Seeing that the flame was effective, an Yizhi quickly poured the remaining liquor into his mouth and repeated the old technique. This makes the strong man let go and fall down. As the car accelerates, it swings farther and farther.

"First, sir! Did you just use magic?"

York asked what Thomas wanted to ask.

They have seen a circus show, not that they have never seen what it is like to spit fire at the mouth, but that kind of performance is not the same as the scene they have just seen with their own eyes. The fire spitting show certainly can not make the fireball burn in the air and attack the enemy like an arm.

"Don't ask"

Casually perfunctorily, I didn't expect that the two people really didn't ask much, but their eyes were full of longing, as if they were just surprised at the magic in front of them without questioning the existence of magic.

This made an Yizhi suspicious.

As early as in the previous copy of the biochemical crisis, you can fool the pistol by magic, but this time you can't fool it for such a simple reason as' skill 'or' magic ', because magic can't do it at all!

Maybe the two of them are nervous and don't study deeply. They are easy to fool. But there is one piece of evidence that cannot be avoided.

——There is no prompt.

An Yizhi clearly remembered that when he put the pistol into the item column in front of Bob, there was a word "unexplainable" in the system prompt.

This shows that the blazing flame ball just now can be explained for two NPCs, so there is no prompt in the system!

It further shows that there is' magic 'in this modern background!

Combined with the scenes after entering the copy, an Yizhi seems to see a glimmer of magic, but it is particularly naughty and can't be caught.

"Someone is following us! It's a police car!"

Thomas's exclamation interrupted his thinking, and the light disappeared.

An Yi pointed angrily at the back of the car. The two cars closely followed him. The people in the cab were wearing police uniforms. The people on the co pilot were holding police guns and shouting something. It was estimated that they should stop.

"Are there any weapons in the car?"

"Yes, under the seat"

Thomas reached out and pulled out a large toolbox. In addition to some tools such as wrenches commonly used in vehicles, there is also a notorious "Chicago typewriter", officially known as Thomson submachine gun.

What makes this gun famous is this era. Because it is short, easy to hide and carry, and has extremely fierce firepower, it has become the favorite of Mafia in this era.

An Yi pointed to his shooting skills. Needless to say, any gun in his hand belongs to a secret shot. Quite self-aware, he motioned Thomas to shoot the police with it.

After the latter picked up the gun, he hesitated, as if he were struggling in his heart.

I don't know the reason why they joined the gang, but at present, they are not cruel enough to shoot with submachine guns on the street.

Well, an Yizhi has that degree.

Anyway, all the shots are NPC, not real people, and there is not so much psychological pressure. This is a bit similar to the FPS game played before. How can players consider whether the enemies in the quasi star have family and parents before pulling the trigger? They only want to shoot in the head.

"Let me do it"

"No, sir, I'll do it"

Thomas's eyes were firm, as if he thought of something, and his heart was hot:

"If this is for the sake of ideal, I am willing to be an executioner!"

He set up his submachine gun, with bullets in a string. The machine clattered like his nickname, 'Chicago typewriter'

A policeman who was driving was hit directly. The bullet soon took his life and crashed into a roadside fire hydrant together with the out of control car.

The other police car was lucky and there were no casualties, but the bullet punctured the tire and forced it to stop.

"I did it... Mom, I did it..."

Thomas said to himself absently. York gave his concerned eyes to his friends through the interior rearview mirror.

For players, the 'life' in the game is just a bargaining chip that can be exchanged. As long as they benefit, they won't care how many NPCs die.

For NPC, the meaning of the word life is much heavier.

An Yizhi didn't care what Thomas thought. He just saw the pursuers retreat. As soon as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he noticed another car coming from the intersection behind him. The car was not a policeman, but a group of guys dressed in black. They held the same submachine gun in their hands!

"Lie down!"

With a loud cry, he pressed Thomas in the stupefied spirit, and countless bullets penetrated into the car, which immediately filled the leather seat with holes.

York's smart character saved his life. He quickly fell on the co pilot's seat, and the bullet fortunately passed him.

But Thomas was not so lucky. A bullet hit his hand and the wound was ferociously torn, revealing terrible white bones.

One wave after another, they just got rid of the police and were watched by the Mafia again.

Wondering why the Mafia were so persistent, an Yizhi grabbed a submachine gun and fought back.

"Is there any ammunition!"

"No, sir, it's all in the toolbox"

But the bullets were soon finished. There were only two rounds of ammunition. When an Yizhi, the master who held the trigger and didn't give up, there was not enough for him to hit indiscriminately.

Swearing away the submachine gun, Ann thumbed through the toolbox to see if there was anything that could be used.

Then, he found an oil pot used to fill the engine oil, and the greasy skill item on the skill panel lit up at the same time.

A clear understanding flashed in his heart. The purpose of the man who manipulated his body to ask Gus for lubricating oil in Gus's office just now is here!

But how did he know he could use it?

His mind turned to questions, and a string of bullets hit him, making him have to give up thinking.

"Greasy technique!"

The grease came out of the oil pot strangely, and soon turned into a large pool of green viscous liquid, flew out of the window and just landed on the route of the pursuers.

——Squeak!

——Bang!

Listening to the sound of tire skidding behind her, Ann knew that they were safe for the time being.