Heavy Armoured Truck In Post-apocalyptic World

"I'm Li Xunhuan, the 100th generation descendant of Xiao Li Feidao." The man behind the ruins repeated again.

Shen Cong watched him carefully with his eyes, and replied, "Are you an actor?"

Li Xun Huan paused: "Um, not really."

Shen Cong continued: "Then you are crazy?"

"How can it be."

"But I feel like you are crazy, you have a problem with your brain."

"Damn it, can you talk a little better, I'm just a fan of martial arts novels, understand?" Li Xun Huan couldn't keep his playful tone before, very angry, "Didn't you see that I have the perfect skill of throwing knives, It's no different from Li Xunhuan! It's the end of the world, understand? The ID card is long gone, so I can call myself whatever I want, understand?"

"Understood, middle school boy." Shen Cong remembered an internet vocabulary.

"I'll rub your uncle." Li Xun Huan scolded.

"I don't have an uncle." Shen Cong felt that this person was a sophomore boy, but it could not be ruled out that the other party pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger. This kind of thing often happened in novels.

But no matter what the other party's situation was, it was rare for someone who didn't seem to be from the eastern war zone to be a native of Xuzhou. Shen Cong didn't want to let the other party go.

Besides, the other party wanted to kill him just now, no matter what, they must capture this Li Xun Huan and kill him.

Must be killed!

The other party could not hide, and Shen Cong planned to rush over directly. He felt that the power of the flying knife was not great. The other party's movements were more flexible, not because of his strength.

One force will drop ten meetings.

No matter how flexible he is, hit him if you catch him, if you don't believe he won't die.

Bang, Shen Cong rushed over.

With this movement, Li Xun Huan felt: "My friend, you have a bad temper." As he said that, he also moved, like a civet, rolling among the ruins, and quickly escaped from his original position.

Shen Cong then changed direction and rushed towards the opponent.

At the same time, he was still on the way, and Chuan Leng fired a few shots. He did not install a bouncing stick, which is not suitable for fighting alone, but for chasing and killing in groups.

But Shen Cong's speed is not slow now, much faster than Li Xunhuan's.

Seeing that he was about to chase, Li Xun Huan suddenly turned around, another throwing knife flashed by. Shen Cong was ready to resist, but he still had to avoid the vital points, so his figure slowed down a bit. With this slowness, the opponent has already distanced himself. When Shen Cong chased after him again, the other party shot another throwing knife.

The distance opened up again.

"Don't hide, this throwing knife isn't very powerful." Shen Cong felt ruthless in his heart, and when the opponent's third throwing knife went straight to his chest, he was ready to resist directly.

However, after seeing the trajectory of the flying knife, Shen Cong's eyes widened, his hair stood up, and he raised his hand almost every now and then, using the bone gold shield made of the hell chicken skeleton on his arm to block in front of him.

bass!

With a crisp sound, the flying knife stabbed into Shen Cong's arm shield tremblingly.

Two inches in, pierced the bone gold shield, then the hell mech, pierced the skin of Shen Cong's arm, and then stopped.

bang bang.

Shen Cong stopped, stood among the ruins, looked coldly at the throwing knife stuck in his arm, and quickly sensed that the activity of this golden-core flying knife was as high as 2.715 hours, which could be called the top quality of gold-core.

If Shen Cong hadn't observed the difference in the trajectory of the flying knife just now, and subconsciously treated it cautiously, the flying knife might have been stuck in his chest, piercing his heart.

Pull out the flying knife and insert it into the pocket of his hell mecha.

Suppress the throbbing emotion that was almost yin.

Shen Cong glanced at Li Xunhuan who stopped fifty meters away and shook his head regretfully, and then turned his head to look at the already somewhat blurred King Kong.

I feel that there is nothing to be done, the opponent's strength has been hidden from the beginning, it is indeed like in the novel, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.

To be able to shoot such a sharp knife, the opponent has at least twenty strength.

Otherwise, the 2.715h throwing knife may not be able to break through the defense of the hell mecha so easily. It should be noted that the hell mecha has been irradiated with meteorite fragments, and the activity has increased to 1.9h, and the defense effect is no worse than that of a heavyweight golden beast.

"I can hear me clearly, my hearing is not weak, and I have a high level of evolution. I should have thought that the other party was pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!"

The strength of twenty bulls is not enough in front of Shen Cong's strength of more than thirty bulls.

But with the opponent's sharp golden-core throwing knife and flexible movement, it is difficult to kill, and you have to bear the risk of being counter-killed.

The most important point was that Shen Cong's clear vision was only more than 200 meters in the fog of probiotics. Once he exceeded this distance, he would be out of touch with King Kong.

It is unclear whether the other party is a person or a group of people.

Perhaps Li Xunhuan was just a bait, what they really had to deal with was their own Donkey Kong. Humans were always good at playing tricks, so they had to guard against them.

Thoughts are spinning.

But in one thought.

Shen Cong took a deep look at Li Xun Huan, remembered the other person's figure and eyes, then turned around suddenly and turned back. He was about to retreat, this person couldn't be killed, and he didn't know how many accomplices he had. This place was not Shen Cong's home field, so he had to retreat. Things can't be done, just step back and figure it out slowly.

After returning to King Kong, Shen Cong did not choose to sit on the roof.

In fact, in the car and outside the car, the range seen by the Sky Eye is the same, but it needs to be distracted to contact Donkey Kong in the car, and use the active frequency of Donkey Kong to open the Sky Eye, it is better to open the Sky Eye directly outside.

Now it is not known if there are Li Xunhuan's accomplices outside, and if they have sniper rifles and other equipment, they have to be treated with caution.

It's just that he hasn't waited for him to launch Donkey Kong.

Sky Eye saw that Li Xunhuan had entered within a range of more than 200 meters, and quickly approached by relying on the ruins. Shen Cong lit the fire quickly, and the other party immediately shouted: "Hey, don't go, let's talk again."

He seemed to be the only one around.

Shen Cong kept the engine warming up, his mind had already calmed down, and he responded indifferently: "Who the hell are you?"

"I told you, my name is Li Xunhuan, you are so strange, why do you insist on asking the bottom line." Li Xunhuan said impatiently.

"I ask your identity!"

"Xiao Li Fei Dao is the hundredth generation successor."

"Get out!" Shen Cong turned on the maximum volume of the external speaker and cursed.

"Okay, let's be honest." Li Xunhuan said hiding behind the ruins, "I have already said that my name is Li Xunhuan. After the end of the world, I will always be called Li Xunhuan. Don't ask me why I am called Li Xunhuan. Now tell me you What is your name!"

Shen Cong had already walked into the carriage. From the supplies room, he picked up the 6-barrel rapid-fire machine gun he had prepared for a long time, pressed the clip chain, then walked to the window, and said with a loudspeaker: "My name is Huang Xiaoming."

As he spoke, he aimed the 6-barrel rapid-fire machine gun at the ruins where Li Xunhuan was hiding.

"Haha, your name is Huang Xiao... I'll kill you, Gatling!" Li Xunhuan was about to laugh at Shen Cong's name, but when Shen Cong opened the window of King Kong, he quickly found 6 barrels of rapid-fire machine guns, and immediately shot Using hands and feet together, he tossed and fled among the ruins.

Its movements are flexible and difficult to capture, and it is difficult to escape.

Shen Cong put down the 6-barreled rapid-fire machine gun, expressionless: "This person can move freely in the fog, not relying on other methods, but like me, he opened his eyes and used his seventh sense to see what's going on here. ...some tricky." (To be continued.)

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