Did Xiayou successfully drop out of school today?

Gojo Satoru's dislike was quite sincere, as if he really felt that when he went out to take a car, he must have a lot of guns and ammunition in the car.

The young clansman who discovered this reminded him with a weary face: "Master Wu, we are conjurers." Conjurers don't prepare guns and ammunition when they go out.

At most, they will prepare a few handy magic tools for themselves. The higher the level, the more advanced magic tools are suitable for them. Of course, the more the better.

Hearing this, Gojo Satoru looked very regretful.

"Okay, then you must remember to prepare these things next time."

The expressions on the faces of the young people were about to stiffen.

You didn't listen to what he said just now.

With such a slander in his heart, he didn't say it outright.

A little bit of self-knowledge is enough to know that since the other party didn't take it seriously when you said it the first time, in a sense, no matter how many times you say it again, you can be ignored.

So the young people agreed without hesitation.

"Okay, I will find a way to buy some ammunition later."

As for where to buy it from, it is natural to find someone who can let him buy these things.

As long as he has money, what can't he buy?

Perhaps because of the crazy way he drove the car against the wall, the previous intensive gunfire stopped temporarily.

Just when he felt that he could avoid the scene of the fight and drive to the designated place, an old man from the two parties who were fighting gave them a surprised look, and then raised his arms without hesitation.

"Continue to focus fire."

Obviously, a well-informed old man would not be frightened by a mere drive on the wall.

How good is the conjurer's hearing?When the young people heard the old man's words, they immediately felt a headache.

He took a distressed look at the car he had just picked up a few days ago.

Although he tried his best to avoid those attacks just now, but the number of enemies is large, even if his car skills are superb, the size of the car itself is so big that he is doomed to be unable to avoid all the attacks.

The originally clean and beautiful car body was full of bullet holes, the headlights had been declared dead, the window glass was not specially made tempered glass, but also full of bullet holes, and the leather sofa inside the car was also scratched by several bullets.

The whole person looked at the bereaved young clansmen and the unscathed Gojo Satoru, with a particularly sincere expression on his face.

"Master Wu, can we do it?"

To be honest, it was the first time he was so embarrassed when he grew up so big.

If Wutiao Wutiao hadn't covered him with a layer of no lower limit just now for the sake of the same surname Wutiao, I am afraid that not only his car is on the verge of scrapping, but he also has to explain here.

But say so.

Mr. Wu, can't you expand a little bit to cover his car when the coverage has no lower limit?

Let the group of ordinary people continue to gather fire like this, and they will be on foot later.

Gojo Satoru gave him a playful look: "I don't mind doing it, as long as you're not afraid that those old oranges who turn around will beat us both into cursers."

Doing something to ordinary people is enough to make the group of high-level people who regard Gojo Satoru as a thorn in their side trouble him.

Ah this.

The young man became even more frustrated in an instant.

There is indeed a rule in the magic world that you can't do anything to unarmed ordinary people.

But no matter how you look at it, this group of people can't be called unarmed ordinary people, can they?

Perhaps because his expression was too dejected, Gojo Satoru finally said mercifully: "You just go ahead and leave the rest to me."

The young people immediately cheered up, and the flames of war raged outside the car windows. Countless bullets hit their car windows, but they couldn't break through the useless glass full of bullet holes.

He understood that this was because Gojo Satoru covered the No Lower Limit on the car body, making the small space they were in an excellent hiding place.

Not to mention bullets, even the smell of gunpowder smoke can't come in through the car window.

The young people are full of admiration.

This is the most powerful technique of their Wutiao family, with no lower limit.

Gojo Satoru gave him a little bit of sweetness, and immediately made Mu Qiang's clansmen forget about the precautions to hide their peculiarities from ordinary people.

It was obviously a car that was on the verge of being scrapped, but he drove it on a two-meter-high wall like a sports car.

What?You said there is no way on the wall?

how could be?The wall is so big, wouldn't it be possible to drive the vehicle as soon as the vehicle rolls on the wall?

As long as there is a way in your heart, where can you not open it?

So, the two groups who were in the midst of the fight watched the vehicle that they had smashed into a sieve driving on the wall as if nothing happened, and slipped away after a while.

The two groups of people who feel inexplicably that they have worked hard for nothing: ...

What the hell is this car doing here?It made them think it was some third-party force that wanted to intervene.

This is the result?Is there any place where they can pass by casually?

The well-informed old man looked thoughtfully at the passing vehicle, and couldn't help whispering, "Is that a new person with supernatural abilities?"

No one can answer his question, and the only two who can answer his question have already driven away.

The two drove through the streets and alleys, and then it was inevitable.

Two people lost their way.

After realizing this, Uncle Wujo leaned on the back of the rear seat, his two conspicuous long legs passed through the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger's seat, and straddled in front of the vehicle's display screen.

How leisurely the posture is.

"Why not yet?"

The driver brother flipped through the navigation with a sad expression on his face.

"The route was planned out, but there were several places where we encountered gangsters who were fighting each other along the way."

Speaking of this, the driver's expression became more and more depressed.

"I've never met so many members of the Communist Party in my life."

If it weren't for avoiding the group of lunatics who just found a place and started fighting, he wouldn't have fallen to the point of getting lost.

For the first time, the young clansmen who always thought that only conjurers could be so crazy saw ordinary people who were as desperate as conjurers.

That kind of aura that either you die or I die makes his blood boil.If he didn't remember his current duties, he would have rushed down to fight those people.

Gojo Satoru sneered: "Stay in the old house all day, what chance do you have to see?"

The driver brother really wanted to say that this was the request of the elders in the family, but when he thought of the scene just now, he fell silent again.

Well, maybe he should admit that simply staying in the old house would indeed miss a lot of interesting things.

This is also the main reason why he secretly avoided his parents to get a driver's license for himself.

In the end, he changed the subject, unwilling to speak ill of his elders at such a time.

"Master Wu, what should we do next?"

They can't keep going around in this ghost place, can they?

His eyes scanned the fuel gauge very quickly.

Although the previous battle luckily did not cause damage to the fuel tank, the oil in their fuel tank will also be in jeopardy.

Either they get out of this damn place and find a gas station before the tank runs out, or they choose to leave on foot after the tank runs out.

Not only did the driver brother discover the problem of insufficient fuel, but Wujo Satoru also discovered it.

His brain circuit is completely different from that of the driver brother.

I saw him say in a light tone as if he was discussing the fine weather today: "Why is there not enough oil? There is obviously enough oil everywhere here?"

The driver brother turned his head to look at Gojo Satoru in confusion, but saw the other party looking at the black commercial vehicle not far from them with a smile in his eyes.

Those cars are also very familiar to my brother.

Well, it was someone's car from one of the two factions that were fighting.

Suddenly, I understood the meaning of Gojo Satoru in seconds.

"Isn't that bad?" He said with a look of uneasy conscience, but his eager eyes revealed his thoughts, "If we steal other people's oil, then they won't have a car to sit on ?”

"That's right, but what does that have to do with us?" Gojo Satoru said with a smile, "Think about your car that is about to be scrapped?"

Gojo Satoru's words were like a sea monster singing, bewitching the unsteady sailors to jump into the sea.

As for the little brother, it was no surprise that he was moved by his words.

"That's right! It doesn't matter to me that they don't have a car to go back." The younger brother looked determined, "What's more, they might not need this car in the scene of their fight."

If you are lucky, you can still save a life from the scene of the Rush. Even if there is no gas in the car, you can still ride in someone else's car and go back. If you are unlucky, you will lose your life, let alone drive back.

Seeing the little brother who opened the door aggressively and got out of the car, smashing the hood of the car with his fist, Gojo Satoru had no intention of getting out of the car at all.

"It's so foolish~"

Brother's trip to steal oil did not go well.

Because after he filled enough fuel to fill up his fuel tank, a group of men in black suddenly stopped him.

Brother: Ah, it was discovered.

When a whole row of men in black stared at them silently, it was really bluffing in terms of momentum.

However, the little brother picked up the oil barrel in his hand and tilted his head towards the person without any panic.

"You are blocking my way, please get out of the way." The little brother showed a slightly excited smile, "Didn't your mother tell you not to block other people's way?"

His words did not make the group of men in black react.

Only in the middle, a white-haired boy took a step forward and looked at him calmly: "Our leader wants to invite you to go."

The little brother didn't feel that he needed to listen to the boy in front of him who looked a few years younger than him.

Wujo Satoru is because he is the head of his family, the strongest person in the Wujo family, and he deserves his respect from birth.

But the boy in front of him?

Although from the reactions of other people around, it can be seen that this white-haired boy has a lot of voice among this group of men in black.

So what if the Jiaotang team Dujia steams gifts for you?

Except for the head of the family and the elders, there is no one in this world who can instruct him to do things.

The little brother tilted his head, moved his fingers a little, and made a clicking sound.

"Want to take me away? It depends on whether you have the ability."

Atsushi Nakajima looked up at the white-haired young man in front of him, almost wanting to sigh inwardly.

He was supposed to be resting at the headquarters, but he suddenly received a temporary mission from the leader, saying that he wanted to take a group of people to a certain place to pick up a boy with white hair and blue eyes.

He looked around, and only this attempt to steal the gas in their first vehicle fit the bill.

I don't know if it's the person the leader is looking for.

The author says:

Regarding the reason why a certain brother's name has changed and changed, or he still has no name.

Sorry, I didn't intend to give you so many roles in the first place.

But the name Fei really didn't want to name it.

感谢在2022-04-0723:47:33~2022-04-0817:59:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution: I would like to hug 50 bottles; lazy cancer patients 20 bottles; Asha 1 bottle;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!