Rise of the Wasteland

Nova's tank driving skills are not very good, but the tankers on the opposite side of the Presidential Guard can't get there. The only thing that could threaten Zhou Qingfeng was that the other person had more people and more cars, and he had been trying to attack behind him.

After Zhou Qingfeng fired two tanks and an armored vehicle opposite him, the pursuit of the Presidential Guard gave up the idea of ​​confronting him. Instead, they launched a raid from a nearby block.

"Walk around, this place can't wait." Zhou Qingfeng leaned out of the commander's command tower and could hear the sound of vehicles moving around him.

A magazine was changed for the M85 heavy machine gun, and Zhou Qingfeng's several shuttle bullets drove away several soldiers on foot. Those guys wanted to come sneakily holding the bazooka.

Nova began to blast the throttle again, and increased her horsepower to leave under Zhou Qingfeng's instructions. Fortunately, Zhou Qingfeng got a tank with thick armor and strong maneuverability, and the firepower was super fierce. Changing to another vehicle has long been stopped.

The only trouble is that the tank can't run fast, and the speed of 60 kilometers per hour is fast. But those vehicles that are catching up can run at a speed of more than 100 kilometers an hour, and they can't get rid of them anyway-this is really a pack of wolves!

"What a **** fuck!" Zhou Qingfeng used heavy machine guns to drive away the enemies that stuck to him. Those guys were as annoying as the flies who smelled the stinky meat, and kept buzzing around him. The opponent still has a M60 behind, and has been looking for opportunities.

Zhou Qingfeng can only run rampant in the urban area, always alert to enemy attack. His original rescue plan was not like this at all, and now this hot scene is completely beyond expectations.

"Hey, I said the one wearing the helmet, we are running out of fuel. It won't be long before we run out of oil." Nova's reminder came from the intercom of the tank cap.

"Fuck! I knew it wasn't that simple." Zhou Qingfeng cursed. He didn't pay attention to how much fuel there was in the tank when he grabbed the tank. "Tell me how far I can go?"

"At most twenty kilometers," Nova said loudly in the intercom.

"It's only twenty kilometers, ..." Zhou Qingfeng turned on his armband computer, and compared the map instructions of inertial navigation, said, "The distance is not enough."

"what are you saying?"

"Nothing, keep driving. I'll figure out a solution."

The fugitive duo was racing all the way, and their situation was fed back to the underground monitoring center in the National Palace. After a brief investigation, a guard officer rushed to report with a look of joy: "Honour President, there is good news."

President Diego, with a somber image, turned his head and whispered angrily: "Two tanks plus dozens of cars went out for chasing. Until now, not only failed to stop the target, but also a large number of people including a tank. I really doubt it. Am I raising a bunch of waste? "

The guard officer was a little ashamed, but he said happily, "I just asked the tank company's person that the tank that was stolen by the invader was running out of fuel, and he would stop shortly before he could run. At that time We can of course take Miss Nova back. "

Hearing this, the zombie president was finally slightly satisfied. He knew he had done his best. Because from the feedback information on the monitoring screen, this infiltrated guy is absolutely unusual and not something ordinary people can deal with.

"It can be invisible, wearing auxiliary combat equipment, particularly rich in combat experience, and various means of killing." The zombie president should even be glad that the target of the invader is Nova. If he comes to assassinate it, he will be finished. .

The chasing presidential guard had learned on the radio that the opponent's tank was almost empty, and morale was suddenly high. No one wants the unlucky eggs of the trapped beasts to fight back, they are tacitly monitoring the containment, and they are not willing to attack easily.

And Zhou Qingfeng is also trying to find a way to contact the responders he arranged to provide his current position so that people can find ways to save themselves.

But the reality is even worse than Zhou Qingfeng thought. The tank he drove probably had a slightly aging engine and high fuel consumption. In fact, the fuel tank was almost empty after less than ten kilometers.

"Stop, leaving a little oil to maneuver at the end." Zhou Qingfeng ordered to Nova, and then he shouted on the radio again: "I can't hold on, come and save me!"

A cold voice on the radio replied, "You find a way to stay a little longer. I will be there in a little time, not so fast!"

This was really a leaky house, and Zhou Qingfeng finally asked Nova to drive the tank to a suburban highway. The tank drove off the shoulder to stay in a pit. He controlled the artillery, and Nova controlled the heavy machine gun. The two were facing different directions, and the beasts were fighting.

The desolate suburban road seemed rather deserted, and the originally busy chase became quiet. The presidential guards who came to the fence did not rush to approach, all looking for their own hidden objects at least two or three hundred meters away, preparing to slowly consume time and look for opportunities.

In the minds of the guards, they are located in Mexico City, which is the core area of ​​the Diago regime, and is an absolute area of ​​control. No outside vandal can escape here easily, even if they grab a tank!

There were overgrown grass on the suburban highway, and Xu Feng blew through the blades of grass, Zhou Qingfeng was vigilantly looking for the tank with the greatest threat in the gun sight. Now it's basically a showdown between two M60s.

However, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly asked Nova after looking at it for a while: "Do you have any bright clothes on your body?"

"What do you mean?" Nova now operated the machine gun inside the command tower of the car ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ her vision is better, responsible for alerting the opponent from approaching from the side rear.

"Like red cloth clothes." Zhou Qingfeng didn't explain much. He himself was wearing a black combat suit, and bright colors were a taboo for him, and he would never wear them.

Now Nova was still red-eyed and stared at Zhou Qingfeng for a while. Her coat was gray and not bright at all. But she reached into her clothes and unbuttoned her bra.

Big red, lace, rose embroidery, full cup, size is not small, very bright, will never be mistaken!

"Thank you!" Zhou Qingfeng took over the bra with the temperature, quickly drilled out of the turret and tied it to the gun tube of his tank. After the tie, he also shouted on the radio deliberately: "Remember, I have a big red bra on my barrel, don't mistake me!"

Someone on the radio quickly replied, "Victor, you are a hooligan!"

This sudden move shocked many of the guards who surrounded it, raising their binoculars from their respective bunkers-at first they thought that their opponents would surrender, but when they saw that they were actually tied to the gun barrel When it comes to extremely noticeable lingerie ...

"What does this guy want?"

"Did he get water in his head?"

"This must be Miss Nova's underwear. Well, that's a good figure!"

So on this battlefield, a big red lingerie was hung on the cannon tube of Zhou Qingfeng and fluttered in the wind. Zhou Qingfeng also said shamelessly: "Guns and roses, what a poetic scene, I think it's very artistic!"

In this situation, Nova's eyes are sharp enough to kill!

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