Doomsday: Don't bother me with salted fish

"Bang! Bang!"

Two more beeps.

One was a car hitting from the rear and the other was a car hitting from the side.

The two cars cooperated tacitly, and they were unlucky.

Jing Jing, who was lying on the seat, stood up, looked at the back anxiously, and let out a low growl full of threats, but it was a pity that the back could not hear it.

Maybe they heard it, and the other party wouldn't care.

The other party wasn't angry at all because of their temporary repentance, maybe the other party's target was them in the first place.

Tan Zhewen became irritable, he couldn't get rid of the two cars behind him at all.

His driving skills are quite average, and he is very worried about overturning the car if he collides with the two cars behind him.

Tan Qian stretched out her arms from the fence, and a stream of water hit the windshield of the side car.

The windshield was stronger than expected. Panicked, Tan Qian didn't think too much about it, only thinking that the water would affect her vision.

Sure enough, the car slowed down.

Just when Tan Qian was going to use this method to deal with another car.

The car on the side caught up again.

"boom!"

This sound is different from the impact sound, it is the sound of gunfire!
They actually have guns!

Since the car body was pierced by bullets and Zhou Youan was injured, Jian Yue modified all the vehicles with double-layer reinforcement, which was fuel-intensive but safe, ensuring that they could drive directly into zombies.

The bullet hit the car body and made a crisp sound. It was unknown whether it was blown away or stuck. The people in the car would not be injured for a while, but the movement made people very disturbed.

Tan Sheng also became anxious. It is rare for him to participate in a mission, so is he just playing so big?

Tan Zhewen made up his mind, he had to fight these people!
Tan Zhewen slammed on the brakes, and the speed of the car dropped suddenly, making a piercing noise.

The car behind did not have time to dodge, and it crashed straight into it. The speed was too fast and the force was too great. The rear compartment was deformed by the impact, and the windshield of the rear car was also shattered.

Due to the deceleration just now, the car on the side ran to the front, and even accelerated and rushed in front of them.

Now the two cars are one behind the other, sandwiching them in the middle.

Both vehicles slowed down at the same time, trying to stop them, while bullets continued to fire.

Their bodywork is bulletproof, but the windows are not. If this continues, they will really fall into the hands of these people.

"We have guns too!"

Tan Qian frantically rummaged through her backpack.

Jian Yue gave each of them a real gun, which was hardly used so that she didn't remember it. The gun was full of bullets, but there were only a few rounds, and they were gone when they were used up.

"Get off the road." Zheng Yue reminded.

Tan Zhewen slammed on the accelerator and slammed into the car in front.

In the end, the performance of their vehicles was better, and the vehicle in front was knocked a little away.

Taking advantage of this gap, Tan Zhewen slammed the steering wheel and rushed down the road.

The side of the road is a wasteland, with some mutated plants, the road is uneven, and the driving is a little bumpy. The place where the vehicle passes is dusty, like a small sandstorm, which affects the sight a bit.

Tan Zhewen didn't let go of the gas pedal at all, and ran rampant on the wasteland, trying to increase the distance.

Two cars behind also followed.

It's like the usual car chases in movies.

"It's so fucking exciting!"

Tan Zhewen shouted, his eyes filled with excitement.

It's impossible to be afraid. He was trained by a heroine, so how could he be afraid?

The vehicle was too bumpy, and Tan Qian couldn't sit still at the back. It took a long time to find a pistol in her backpack, open the safety, and stick her arm out of the window. She couldn't see clearly and the bumps made her unable to aim.