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"dad--"

The big stupid Ricktu tried his best to stretch out his hands towards Undead Old Joe in the air, shouting loudly.

The undead old Joe glanced at the rearview mirror indifferently, and then stepped on the gas pedal to the end again.

slip away!

The two V8 engines on the Undead Joe's car came into play, driving away the armored car behind him with faster speed and more dangerous driving.

After a while, Kalashnikov and others who had fled before appeared in front of him.

Seeing the undead Joe follow, Kalashnikov yelled, "Joe! They're really here!"

Immortal Joe gave him a displeased look, but said nothing.

The old guy was chasing women before blaming him.

But who would have thought that these people would come so quickly!

Now that the woman is gone, the fort is probably gone too.

Undead Old Joe was in a bad mood and confused.

An old man like him suffering from double cancer, now that he has no home, where else can he go next?

Now being ridiculed again, even Kalashnikov, an old comrade-in-arms, wanted to draw his gun and collapse directly.

However, Kalashnikov also knew how to measure, and immediately shut up after venting his emotions a little, so as not to annoy his old comrade-in-arms anymore.

Chapter 468 Opportunities brought by drones

It's getting dark.

There was a dead silence in the desert, and the moonlight shone on the ground. After passing through a layer of mist, it turned into a strange blue, as if you were in a mass grave.

"How's it going?"

The convoy was still driving, and Kalashnikov turned to ask the cannibal in the car next to him.

The cannibal picked up his binoculars, his bloated body got up from the chariot, and he looked back with some difficulty.

After a while, he put down the binoculars, bowed his head and said to Kalashnikov next to him: "There are obvious lights behind, and they are still chasing us."

Kalashnikov patted the headlight in front of him so vigorously that he almost knocked it out of the way.

A little behind the two of them, Undead Old Qiao was driving the car alone. Without saying a word, he also looked in the rearview mirror, and indeed he could see an unusually bright light far behind.

And besides the light on the ground, a light could be seen faintly in the sky, following them closely at a similar speed.

That's the drone of the sky.

Been chasing for a whole afternoon!

It seems that those people in the back will not give up on them.

Undead old Joe was a little tired.

Even if there is a stimulant-like chrome-lead compound spray, but after all, he is a seriously ill old man. He has been tossing around in the desert all day, and now he feels that his brain is a little unable to respond.

After feeling that his body was really close to the limit, Immortal Joe stopped a war boy's chariot, asked a person to help him drive, and another combatant came to guard his car.

The remaining drivers on the original chariot drove by themselves.

The war boys all thought that Undead Joe was proud to drive, and they didn't think much about this request at all. The driver who was left to drive alone looked at his other two companions with envious eyes.

It's just that what the three of them didn't notice was that Undead Joe walked past their trunk seemingly inadvertently, and then the reserve gasoline they put in the trunk disappeared along with it.

Darkness covered everything.

On the road again, Immortal Joe sat in his car with his eyes closed, as if nothing had happened.

Next, the car behind him can only have one fate, and that is to stop automatically when it runs out of gas.

Then when the driver gets out of the car to refuel, he will find that his gasoline is missing. At that time, he should be puzzled, angry and even cursed...

But it doesn't matter.

Undead Joe pulled off his mask, sprayed a spray into his mouth, and felt that his breathing became much easier.

He took one last look at the car behind him.

After he stopped, the armored car that was chasing him would slowly catch up to him, and he would become their prisoner.

This is the last value of that war boy.

It takes time for armored vehicles to receive prisoners, right?

If the war boy can be a little more unyielding, it would be even better to have a fight with those people...

"There's a swamp ahead!"

"Joe! Are we rushing through?"

Kalashnikov's voice came from his little tank.

Immortal Joe frowned and looked at the place in front of him, feeling that he was in trouble again.

Trapped cars in swamps must have frequent accidents.

If it was before, they could still stop for rescue, but in this situation, they only need to stop once or twice, and the armored vehicle behind might catch up.

Thinking of this, Immortal Joe took a meaningful look at the chariots around him, and finally made a decision:

"rush!"

The surrounding vehicles immediately stepped up their accelerator pedals and rushed straight into the swamp, startling countless vultures and night crows.

Everyone's morale is still high, which is due to the deep prestige of Undead Joe, but the bigger reason is the chrome-lead compound spray that all the war boys are smoking.

Everyone is in a hyperactive state.

but……

The swamp is not something you can rush through on steroids.

In less than a minute after rushing into the swamp, cars got stuck and broke down in the surrounding area, and after the first case happened, other vehicles began to break down one after another.

For this situation, Undead Old Qiao looked at him coldly, and he waved his hand.

"Keep going, and the others will follow after they save themselves."

The combatants behind him were hesitant to speak, even he could tell that those trapped here might not have a chance to catch up again, and the pursuers behind them would definitely catch up before they got out of the car.

What's more, some people's cars can't get out at all.

Immortal Joe glanced over.

The combatant shuddered, and immediately shouted Undead Joe's order.

The convoy was able to move on.

In the following night, car trapping accidents still occurred from time to time.

Undead Joe's handling method remains the same, no one stops the car, and those who are stuck in the car will follow after saving themselves...

Even for such a long time, no one who was stuck in the car was able to catch up again.

The dense fog over the swamp suppressed the atmosphere, and the treacherous moonlight made everyone dare not take a breath. They stared at the ground ahead, fearing that they would be trapped in the car next second.

The drive continued all night.

When Undead Joe rushed out of the swamp, there were only five cars left beside him.

The other cars, including the people on them, got stuck in the swamp.

Even Undead Joe himself and other cannibals, as well as Kalashnikov's car, have all been stuck in the swamp.

If it weren't for the performance of their car is the best, I am afraid they will not escape bad luck.

Facing the rising sun, the immortal old Joe looked back at the still foggy and dead swamp, and at the same time looked at those people he had thrown into the swamp as a stumbling block from a distance.

With so many people and cars, it should be able to block for a while.

The cannibal's binoculars can no longer see armored vehicles.

This trick is indeed effective.

"But where should we go next?"

Kalashnikov came over during the break.

Undead old Qiao took a shallow sip of water, feeling equally confused inside.

At this time, the cannibal said: "Let's move on and find a remote place that those people have not touched."

The implication is that he wants to continue to be the king of the mountain.

Kalashnikov agreed to the proposal.

Only the immortal Joe remained silent.

He is a person who can't tell when he will die, and now he has to "start a business" from scratch?

Is this really necessary?

……

the other side.

Max spent a peaceful night with this car.

After they got rid of Nax who foolishly jumped into the car to deliver food, no one bothered them for the whole night.

They crossed the swamp as fast as they could.

Keep walking in the direction specified by Felosa, looking for the green land in her childhood memory.

At that time there was a powerful female tribe in the green field.

Firoza was born here.

It's just that later she and her mother were kidnapped and fell into the hands of the immortal old Joe.

"Haven't we arrived yet? Ferosa, how far are we from now?" Anghela, who was pregnant, rubbed her belly and looked around.

This desert looks like no other place in the wasteland.

Max, who was sleeping in the passenger seat, also woke up.

Although he didn't speak, he also expressed his doubts with his eyes.

Like Anghela, he wondered why this so-called green space was so far away.

Ferosa, who was driving, pursed her lips, her face tensed.

"I don't know how far away, I just know it's in this direction..."

There was tiredness in her eyes, and a little uneasiness in her heart.

Go to a high ground.

Ferosa stopped the car and used the binoculars to observe the surrounding situation again.

At this time, the women sitting in the back noticed a direction, "Look there!"

Ferosa looked over immediately.

In the endless yellow sand, many reflective mirrors were hung on an abandoned elevated shelf, and a naked woman knelt on it, looking weak and pitiful.

"I remember this scene!" Felosa was overjoyed, and hurriedly drove the car over, then got out of the car by herself, and went to negotiate with the woman in person.

Max and the other women sat in the car and watched.

War Boy Nax was tied up by him and hung out of the car. He had already passed out by this time.

"This is bait." Max rarely took the initiative to talk to the women behind him, "A common trap in the wasteland..."

Anghela rubbed her stomach, stared at her surroundings vigilantly, and was about to ask the experienced Max about his experience of living in the wasteland.

But outside, the woman on the elevated signaled as Furiosa revealed her identity.

From the surrounding hillsides and sand dunes, several motorcycles suddenly appeared and rushed towards them.

The woman on the high shelf was also overjoyed and quickly slid down, and after getting dressed, she quickly rushed to Firosha.

Ferosa remembered correctly.