Chapter 637

A few players get together and breathe.

Maybe it's fun to smoke. A player wearing plate armor said, "it's no fun to smoke alone. I got a few bottles of good wine last time. Let's try it together."

The player in plate armor said, turning back and ready to go back to his car to get wine.

However, when he looked back, he found his car missing.

At first, he suspected that he had remembered the wrong parking position. He immediately walked quickly and walked around the place where he was, but he still got nothing, not even the shadow of a car.

"Where's my car?" The player in plate armor was stunned.

It's bad enough that the car suddenly can't drive, but now the car is still missing, which is not a bad problem.

It's killing me.

The car can't drive. There's still a chance to save it. If the car is lost, there's nothing left.

There are many good things in his car, and even a hot weapon tied from the last world.

"Did the hot weapon open the handcuffs and drive away? No, I put her in the cage. It's all thumb thick railings. She can't run out at all. What's the matter?"

The players in plate armour felt much colder.

Hearing the startling voice of plate armor players, other players rushed over.

"What's the matter?"

"What happened?"

"Is there an enemy?"

Several players asked, with their hands on the weapons.

"No, my car is missing." The player in plate armor said with a sad face.

"How could it be? How could such a big car be lost? You must have remembered wrong and parked in another position."

A player said with a cigar in his mouth.

"It's impossible. It's here. It's this electric pole. I'm still on it. Look, the trace is here. How can I remember wrong."

The player wearing plate armour had an expression of tears.

"Shit, what's going on? Is there a ghost?"

A player who likes reading supernatural novels said.

"There's no God or ghost. It's estimated that other people saw no one in your car and directly stole away. Remember to lock the car when you get off. Look at me. Pull out the key every time you get off, so the car will definitely be lost... Wait, where's my car?" The player who answered couldn't go on halfway because he was stunned to find that his car was gone.

He had only one car key left in his hand and dangled it back and forth on his fingers.

"Rachel, where's my car?" His eyes were red, and he turned around in a hurry to get his car back. However, there was no trace of his car around, not even a shadow.

"You people are all Tucson broken." At this time, the player wearing a beret came over carelessly and said, "what's the use of taking the car key? People can open the door with a crowbar, and then open the wire box under the steering wheel and drive away as soon as the zero wire and live wire ignite. Therefore, you have to learn from me and remove the steering wheel, so it's safe."

Beret said, took down the steering wheel from behind, and walked towards his parking space in the stunned eyes of the people.

Turning a corner, beret was stunned. The steering wheel fell to the ground and shouted, "where's my car?"

Three people lost their cars in a row. The remaining players didn't dare to have fun anymore. They ran to the place where they parked to check the situation.

However, what surprised them happened and their cars disappeared.

Several players gathered dejectedly. Beret's mood was out of control. He said angrily to other players: "someone of you must have stolen my car. Say, who stole it and give it to me. Otherwise, when my brother comes, you won't have good fruit to eat!"

The player in plate armor said, "everyone is here. Who can steal the car? Besides, everyone's car is lost. Everyone is a victim. Don't point the spear at your own people!"

"If you're with your own people, maybe your accomplices did it. You're here to help cover and pretend to be good people," Beret said with a sneer. "Hum, I don't care who stole the car. Give it back to me immediately. I can still think it hasn't happened. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Beret said, pulling the bolt.

"What's the matter? You have to do it. Who is afraid of who? It's like who doesn't have a gun in his hand." Another player saw this and opened the insurance.

When several players around saw this, they raised their weapons one after another. The atmosphere suddenly became tense and looked tense.

At this time, there was a sound of engine in the distance. Berets looked back and saw that two vehicles were driving from a distance. One was an obviously modified pickup truck, which was equipped with anti-collision net, composite armor, collision angle, and an automatic machine gun on the roof.

Followed by a huge tiger tank, followed slowly.

"My cousin is here, ha ha ha."

Beret waved to the pickup not far away: "cousin, I'm here. Come here quickly."

The pickup truck and the Tiger Tank stopped slowly. Looking at the oppressive Tiger tank, several players were scared for three points and stepped back involuntarily.

A middle-aged man with a leather jacket and a scar on his face jumped off the pickup.

"What's the matter?" The middle-aged man came over with a handful of ar15 and asked as he walked.

"Cousin, my car was stolen by these guys. Help me get it back." Beret pointed to the players and said.

"What else? How dare anyone steal my cousin's car?"

Scar man's face showed a grim smile. He looked at several players, like a ferocious jackal seeing his prey.

"Who stole my cousin's car? Return it quickly, or I will make you regret coming to this world!"

"I said we didn't steal it. Besides, we are also victims. Our cars have been lost. We want to steal cars. There's no need to do so complicated. Isn't it easier to kill and rob cars directly? If we really stole cars, do you think your cousin can live to this day?" Said the player in plate armor.

"Don't talk nonsense. You must have done it. Give me my car back quickly!" Berets are much stronger with reinforcements.

"Although I think what you said is reasonable, someone must explain. Who let my cousin choose you? If you want to blame, blame your own life."

The scar man said, gesturing to the machine gunner on the Tiger tank, "get rid of them."

However, the machine gunner ignored the scar man's gesture, stared at the nearby place and stammered, "boss, it's bad. Your car ran away by itself!"