Survival on the road, I have a prompt system

Chapter 637 The Car Runs Away By Itself
A few players gathered together to puff away clouds and smoke, having a good time.

Perhaps because he was enjoying himself, a player in plate armor said, "Smoking is nothing interesting. I got a few bottles of good wine last time. Let's try it together."

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

However, when he looked back, he found that his car was gone.

At first, he suspected that he had misremembered the location of the parking lot, so he immediately walked over quickly and circled around the place where he was a few times, but he still found nothing, not even a shadow of a car.

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

It was bad enough that the car suddenly couldn't be driven, but now that the car is still missing, this is not a matter of bad luck.

This is fatal.

If the car can't be driven, there is still a chance to save it. If the car is lost, then nothing will be lost.

There are many good things in his car, and there is even a thermal weapon tied from the previous world.

"Could it be that Hot Weapon opened the handcuffs by himself and drove away? No, I obviously locked her in a cage with rails as thick as thumbs, and she couldn't escape at all. What's going on here?"

The players wearing the plate armor felt a chill in their hearts.

Hearing the exclamation of the plate armor players, other players rushed over.

"what happened?"

"what happened?"

"Is there an enemy?"

Several players asked in a hurry, while putting their hands on their weapons.

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

"How is it possible? How could such a big car be lost? You must have made a mistake and parked it in another location."

A player said while smoking a cigar.

"Impossible, it's here, this telegraph pole. I'm still on it for convenience. Look, the traces are here. How could I remember it wrong?"

The player in the plate armor looked like he was about to cry.

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

A player who likes to read supernatural novels said.

"Where is the ghost? It is estimated that other people saw that there was no one in your car, so they drove away secretly. Remember to lock the car when you get off in the future. Look at me, every time you get off Pull out the key, and the car will be lost...Wait, where is my car?" The player who answered the conversation couldn't continue because he was shocked to find that his car was gone.

All he had left was a car key, dangling from his fingers.

"Monkey Rechette, where is my car?" His eyes were also red, and he hurriedly turned around in circles, trying to find his car back, but there was no trace of his car around, not even a shadow. All gone.

"You guys are all broken by Tucson." At this time, the player wearing a beret walked over and said, "What's the use of taking the car key? People can open the car door with a crowbar. Then, as soon as the wiring box under the steering wheel is opened, the zero wire and live wire will be driven away as soon as the ignition is turned on. Therefore, you have to learn from me and remove the steering wheel, so as to be safe.”

As the beret said, he took off the steering wheel from behind, and walked towards his parking space under the astonished eyes of everyone.

Turning a corner, the beret was stunned, the steering wheel in his hand fell to the ground, and he yelled, "Where's my car?"

The cars of three people in a row were lost, and the remaining players didn't dare to watch the fun anymore, and ran to the place where they parked to check the situation.

However, to their horror, their car disappeared.

Several players gathered together dejectedly, the beret lost control of his emotions, and said to the other players angrily: "It must be one of you who stole my car, tell me who stole it, hand it over to me , otherwise, when my brother comes, there will be no good fruit for you!"

The player wearing 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 finger at your own people!"

"Whoever is with you may be your accomplice. You are here to help cover and pretend to be a good person," the beret said with a sneer, "Hmph, I don't care who stole the car, I will return it immediately." Give it to me, I can still pretend that this incident never happened, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

The beret said, pulling the bolt of the gun.

"What's the matter, you still have to do it, who is afraid of whom, as if someone doesn't have a gun in his hand." Seeing this, another player also opened the insurance.

Seeing this, several players around raised their weapons one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, looking like their swords were on the verge of breaking out.

At this moment, there was a sound of an engine in the distance. The beret looked back and saw two cars coming from a distance. One was an obviously modified pickup truck with anti-collision nets installed on it. Armor, rams, roof and an automatic machine gun.

Followed by a huge Tiger tank, followed slowly behind.

"My cousin is here, hahaha."

The beret waved to the pickup not far away: "Cousin, I'm here, come quickly."

The pickup truck and the Tiger tank stopped slowly. Looking at the oppressive Tiger tank, several players became terrified and took a few steps back involuntarily.

A middle-aged man in a leather jacket with a scar on his face jumped out of the pickup.

"What's the matter?" The middle-aged man walked over with an AR15 on his shoulder and asked as he walked.

"Cousin, my car was stolen by these guys, please help me get it back." The beret pointed at the players and said.

"Is there such a thing? How dare someone steal my cousin's car?"

A grin appeared on the face of the man with the scar. He looked at the players, like a vicious jackal seeing its prey.

"Which of you stole my cousin's car? Come back quickly, otherwise, I will make you regret coming to this world!"

"I said we didn't steal it, and we are also victims, and our cars are all lost. If we want to steal a car, it doesn't have to be so complicated, right? Isn't it easier to kill people and steal the car? If it's really us Stolen car, do you think your cousin can survive to this day?" said the player in plate armor.

"Don't talk nonsense, it must be you who did it, return my car to me quickly!" The beret has gained reinforcements, and his confidence has grown a lot.

"Although I think what you say is reasonable, someone has to give an explanation. Who told my cousin to choose you? If you want to blame, you can blame your own fate."

The man with the scar said, and gestured to the machine gunner on the Tiger tank: "Get rid of them."

However, the machine gunner ignored the scarred man's gestures, stared blankly at a place not far away, and stammered, "Boss, it's not good, your car ran away by itself!"

(End of this chapter)