Chapter 21 Shoulder bazooka

Lin Leshan's enemies attacked.

However, Fukang gas station knows nothing about it.

At the same time -

It is about ten kilometers away from Fukang gas station, on the lane of a section of National Highway 254.

Under the heavy rain, the Bluebird school bus led the front, and the palace-class RV behind the rear followed closely.

At this moment, the two cars are moving towards the Fukang gas station at a speed of about 40 kilometers, but behind the car, there is a batch of dead bodies attracted by the movement of the car, biting like a vicious dog.

Papa, Papa.

The car brushed away the dense rainwater on the window.

Chen Qinghe sat in the driver's seat. He held the steering wheel with one hand. Even if he avoided the obstacles in front of him, he drove the car very smoothly with almost no excessive subversion.

He patted his empty hand in his arms rhythmically, huddled into a ball, and his little head was buried in the back of the girl on his chest.

The driver's seat is wide and soft.

It has been specially modified based on the principle of ergonomics, including the handbrake, steering wheel and accelerator pedals, making the driver extremely comfortable.

Woo-

Lin Shuishan's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and her head went to Chen Qinghe's armpit. She looked like a koala, and her two small hands tightly grasped Chen Qinghe's sleeves and hugged him.

It seems to find a warm place, and the undulating breathing becomes even and stable.

Chen Qinghe raised a few wicks of hair hanging down to her nose. He looked at the slippery road in front of him under the headlights from afar, and paid attention to every obstacle.

At the beginning, when they successfully broke through the Ping An Undersea Tunnel, the convoy urgently hid in a medium-sized mine a few kilometers away from the exit of the tunnel. After he and Huang Zicheng rushed to the mine, some survivors impatiently followed Chang Jianhua and his sister to leave.

They couldn't even wait for the blood bats flying across the sea to completely disperse, and fled in a hurry before he arrived. It can be seen that the brother and sister are afraid of Chen Qinghe.

After that, they stayed in the mine for three days and were not in a hurry to leave.

The reason is very simple. Lin Shuishan, who has passed the epidemic for a month, finally woke up completely on the day of escape. Mechanical engineering can be used, and genetic optimization has directly reached 5%.

"Lao Kang, what do you think of this style?"

Behind Chen Qinghe, who is dedicated to driving, there is a very narcissistic voice from Indians.

Chen Qinghe looked up slightly and looked at the rear mirror above his head.

Under the dim yellow light of the headlights, the Indian was dressed in camouflage clothes, stepped on leather boots, wore a pair of toad sunglasses in his eyes, and held a weapon similar to an RPG-7 rocket launcher. He posed all kinds of POSE in front of him, with a very exaggerated expression on his face.

Sometimes serious, sometimes ferocious, sometimes funny, sometimes happy--

In a word, the Indian tried his best to show his iron-blooded demeanor as a warrior, and kept asking all kinds of questions about modeling. However, Kang Zhiqiao, who has developed a certain degree of immunity to the character of Indians in the last few days, has nothing to say.

Suddenly, the Indian carried a bazooka on his shoulder, and the yellow-painted warhead aimed at the harassed Kangzhi Bridge.

"Mr. Singh, don't treat this to me!"

Kang Zhiqiao turned pale and quickly stood up from his seat.

Although this thing looks rustic and seems to be a low-quality model made by a small toy workshop overnight, he knows that this thing in India is a real rocket launcher.

Although due to explosives, this is still an unavoidable copycat inferior to the genuine version, the disadvantage is that the power is much smaller than the genuine RPG-7 rocket launcher, but the anti-tank rocket launcher should have a lot of capabilities.

There are also many characteristics such as strong structure, durability and durability, and use of both left and right shoulders, so there is no need to say more.

Stay in the mine for three days!

I'm not in a hurry to take action to fake this guy. Components such as launchers, sights, handles, protective plates, straps, two-end sheaths, grips, and launch mechanisms, excitation mechanisms, safety devices, etc. are almost manufactured according to the specifications of genuine goods, although the quality has been reduced by many levels due to the lack of materials.

But the ferocious guy who originally dealt with the tank was really made!!

The maker is not someone else!

It is the girl who huddles in the arms of the leader at this moment, like a sleeping kitten.

Seeing his timid Indian muttering, carrying a rocket launcher in front of him, Kang Zhiqiao was shocked and couldn't help looking deep into the school bus.

There is such a sweet sleeping girl.

It makes it difficult for him to imagine this simple child, but in fact, he is very violent inside. He belongs to the kind of munition maniac who likes to study heavy weapons, and weapon freak.

This copycat RPG-7 rocket launcher was born entirely because Indians found a batch of explosives in the mine and casually proposed to make heavy weapons.

But at the same time, Lao Kang was worried about Lin Shuishan's violence.

More afraid of evolutionists, the terrible ability is like a miracle, which makes Indians really aware of jokes. In the past three days, he has witnessed the whole process of this bazooka named "Great Ganges" by the Indians, from the initial concept design to sketch molding to mass production.

"Lao Kang, do you think I'm handsome like this?"

"Very good soldier, the style of a soldier--"

The Indian holds the handle and put his finger on the trigger.

He took a deep breath and saw that he stepped on the seat, his face was raised at a 45-degree angle, and his eyes were sharp. He grinned and showed two rows of clear, very white teeth every day, and then deliberately raised a crazy smile.

"Yes, yes..."

Kang Zhiqiao's face was full of smiles, and the disgusting flattery shook out. "Mr. Singh, your handsome and shining handsomeness are as solid as your abdominal muscles."

Before the end of the world, as an entrepreneur, Lao Kang, who was as smooth as a loach, was seriously affected by Indians these days. The implicit compliments gradually turned into disgusting clumsy flattery.

"That's it!"

"Under the domineering and invincible aura of adults and the wise leadership, even if I was once as small as a maggot, now I have successfully lost weight and developed my abdominal muscles and muscles!!"

The Indian twisted his neck and cast a hot look at the driver's seat.

After a long period of hard work, his current Chinese level is almost no different from that of ordinary Chinese people, whether it is accent, vocabulary accumulation or usage.

Kang Zhiqiao quietly took a few small steps back.

He stared at the Indian's fingers. He was afraid that this guy, who was as flattered as his character, accidentally shook slightly and really pulled the trigger of the bazooka.

He can't imagine that kind of horrible picture.