Chapter 636 The car ran away by itself
Several players gathered together, smoking and having a great time.
Perhaps because he was enjoying smoking, a player wearing plate armor said, "It's boring to just smoke. I got a few bottles of good wine last time. Let's have a taste together."
The player in plate armor said this, turning back to his car to get some wine.
However, when he looked back, he found that his car was gone.
At first he suspected that he had remembered the wrong parking spot, so he walked over quickly and circled around the place a few times, but still found nothing, not even a trace of a car.
"Where is my car?" the player wearing plate armor was confused.
It was bad enough that the car suddenly couldn't be driven, but now the car is missing. This is not just a matter of bad luck.
This is a life-threatening situation.
If the car can't be driven, there is still a chance to save it, but if the car is lost, everything is gone.
There were a lot of good stuff in his car, even a hot weapon he had brought from the previous world.
"Could it be that the hot weapon opened the handcuffs by herself and drove away? No way, I clearly locked her in a cage with bars as thick as thumbs. She couldn't get out at all. What on earth is going on?"
The players wearing plate armor felt very disappointed.
Hearing the plate armor player's exclamation, the other players hurried over.
"What's wrong?"
"what happened?"
"Is there an enemy?"
Several players asked at once, their hands on their weapons.
"No, my car is gone." said the player in plate armor with a sad face.
"How is it possible? How could such a big car be lost? You must have remembered it wrong and parked it somewhere else."
A player said, smoking a cigar.
" Impossible , it's right here, on this telephone pole. I even relieved myself on it. Look, the trace is right here. How could I have remembered it wrong?"
The player wearing plate armor had a look of wanting to cry but having no tears.
"Shit, what's going on? Is there a ghost?"
A player who likes to watch supernatural things said.
"There's no such thing as a ghost or god. I guess someone else saw that there was no one in your car and just drove away secretly. Next time, remember to lock your car when you get out. Look at me, I take out the key every time I get out of the car, so my car will definitely be lost... Wait, where's my car?" The player who took over the conversation stopped talking halfway because he was shocked to find that his car was also missing.
All he had left in his hand was a pair of car keys, dangling from his fingers.
"Hou Leixet, where is my car?" His eyes turned red and he turned around anxiously, trying to find his car. However, there was no trace of his car around, not even a shadow.
"You guys are all so naive." At this time, the player wearing a beret came over and said, "What's the point of taking the car keys? People can open the car door with a crowbar , then open the wire box under the steering wheel, and drive away directly after the neutral wire and live wire are turned on. So, you have to learn from me and remove the steering wheel. This is safer."
The man in the beret said as he took the steering wheel from behind him and walked towards his parking space amid the astonished gazes of everyone.
After turning a corner, the man in the beret was stunned, the steering wheel in his hand fell to the ground, and he shouted: "Where is my car?"
After three people's cars were lost in succession, the remaining players didn't dare to watch the fun anymore and ran to where to check the situation.
However, something happened to them, their cars disappeared.
Several players gathered together dejectedly. Beret lost control of his emotions and angrily said to other players: "Someone among you must have stolen my car. Tell me, who stole it? Hand it over to me. Otherwise, when my brother comes, you will suffer the consequences!"
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 said it was your own people, maybe it was your accomplice who did it, and you are here to help cover up and pretend to be a good person," the beret sneered, "Humph, I don't care who stole the car, return it to me immediately, and I can pretend that this incident never happened. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."
Beret said, pulling the bolt of his gun.
"What? You still want to fight? Who's afraid of who? It's as if no one has a gun." Seeing this, another player also opened the safety.
Upon seeing this, several players around raised their weapons. The atmosphere suddenly became tense and on the verge of a fight.
At this moment, the sound of an engine was heard in the distance. The man in beret looked back and saw two cars coming from a distance. One of them was an obviously modified pickup truck with an anti-collision net, composite armor, rams, and an automatic machine gun on the roof.
Following behind was a huge Tiger tank, slowly following behind.
"My cousin is here, hahaha."
The man in the beret waved at the pickup truck not far away: "Cousin, I'm here, come quickly."
The pickup truck and the Tiger tank slowly stopped. Looking at the oppressive Tiger tank, several players became frightened and took a few steps back involuntarily.
A middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket and with a scar on his face jumped out of the pickup truck.
"What's wrong?" The middle-aged man strode 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 man in beret pointed at the players and said.
"There's such a thing? Someone actually dares to steal my cousin's car?"
A sinister smile appeared on the scarred man's face, and he looked at the players like a ferocious jackal seeing its prey.
"Who of you stole my cousin's car? Return it quickly, or I'll make you regret coming into this world!"
"I told you we didn't steal it. Besides, we are also victims and our cars are lost. If we wanted to steal the car, there was no need to make it so complicated, right? Wouldn't it be simpler to just kill people and steal the car? If we really stole the car, do you think your cousin would be alive now?" said the player wearing plate armor.
"Stop talking nonsense, it must be you who did it, give my car back to me quickly!" With the reinforcements, Beret felt much more confident.
"Although I think what you said makes sense, someone must give an explanation. Who made my cousin choose you? If you want to blame someone, just blame your own bad luck."
The scarred man said, gesturing to the machine gunner on the Tiger tank: "Get rid of them."
However, the machine gunner paid no attention to the scarred man's gesture. He stared blankly at a place not far away and stammered, " Boss, it's bad. Your car ran away by itself!"
