Chapter 121: Christmas Gift Package

Chapter 121: Christmas Gift Package

Black Lotus made a lightning move, grabbed Yuri's wrist, kicked his ankle back and twisted his hand, Yuri screamed and was pushed to the ground by her, "Sorry, I don't like online dating. I'm not interested in anything other than that."

"Hey, hey, let go, let go... I was wrong, I was wrong!" Yuri Orlov hurriedly begged for mercy, and Super Lotus then let him go.

Yuri grinned and turned on the communicator, "Vitali, hiss...yes, it's me! Yuri! Haha, hiss...it's nothing, I twisted my waist just now...his... you Santa Claus, it's time to go. Remember, this time is a big gift bag, understand? Big gift bag!"

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In the desert outside the Planet Tatooine, more than a dozen people were resting in a small oasis. They huddled in the limited shade of the only two green plants, curled up as much as possible to avoid being exposed to the scorching sun.

"The village we robbed before had only 20 rations and 8 drinking water. We need to find the next target as soon as possible." Broderick Gravel handed a bottle of water to Magtan Scar who was sitting beside him.

Scar took the water, took a sip cautiously, and passed it on to the other brothers. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "This supply is not enough at all, but the surrounding villages that can be robbed have already been robbed. If we continue to wander in this area, Jabba's people will lock our range of activities sooner or later." ."

"Now we can only go to this spaceport to try our luck, but the guards over there should be very strong." Broderick Rubble said, pointing to the map.

"Brother, do I think we should go back to Gardulla and ask her to airdrop a batch of supplies for us?" Magtan Scar asked back.

Gravel sneered, "When Gardulla was in danger, her first reaction was to kick us away, and wanted us to get rid of the relationship! Now go back to find her, what face will she use?"

"Then what should we do?" Scar looked around, and the brothers all looked at him eagerly.

The group robbed in the desert of Tatooine for more than 3 months. There are only more than 10 people left in the original team of more than 50 people, but the remaining ones are all experts who are one in a million!

During this time, they basically relied on the ammunition and supplies that Yuri buried last time to survive.

After that, Yuri's younger brother, Vitali Orlov also sneaked over to deliver supplies several times. But he didn't show up every time, he just told the T-850-Jason Statham who threw the supply coordinates to Broderick Gravel, and then he took the Gravel gang to pick it up.

That's how I got through the hardest days.

"I don't think so." After Jason finished speaking, he stopped talking.

Gravel and Scar looked at each other, and sat down slowly again, but their eyes kept falling on the hot Robot standing under the sun.

About an hour later, when Gravel's patience had almost reached its limit, a sudden drizzle fell from the sky!

People who have been scorched in the desert for several days want nothing more than this!

"Water! There's water!!" a Scar shouted loudly, rushing out and sticking out his tongue to catch the rainwater.

"It doesn't rain on Tatooine." Broderick Gravel raised his hand and set up a pergola to look at the sky. After a while, he saw a YV-865 Aurore-class Freighter descending from the sky.

Vitali Orlov stood at the open cabin door, holding a water pipe in his hand, laughing wildly and sprinkling water, "Hahahahahaha!! Santa Claus is coming, it will rain if it doesn't snow! Hahahaha!"

The gravel brothers ran out to fetch water one after another, and the scene was chaotic. However, Broderick Gravel just stood there, looking at the sky coldly.

The Aurore-class Freighter turned a few times in the air before slowly falling down.

"Come on, eat and drink, everything!!" Vitali opened his hands and said to the gravel group.

The burly spaceship pilot Glory Judith stepped out and stood guarding behind him like a wall.

A few B-1 Battle Droids came down and started to carry down crates of compressed biscuits and cans of water, and the gang of desperadoes immediately jumped into the food and feasted on it.

Broderick Gravel didn't eat or drink, he just walked up to Vitaly and said coldly, "Take us out of here."

"Hehehehe...Leave? Oh, you think too much about friends." With the cards in hand, Vitali Orlov became more rigid, "Santa Claus only gives gifts, and does not provide passenger services."

Click! Scar picked up a Type 21 Assault Rifle with one hand, put it directly on Vitali's forehead, and said word by word, "I said, take, we, let, leave!"