A few players gathered together to swallow the clouds and fog, so unhappy.

Perhaps it was a good time to smoke. A player in plate armor said: "It's not interesting to smoke. 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 get back to his car to get the wine.

However, he looked back and found that his car was missing.

At first he suspected that he had remembered the parking location incorrectly, and quickly walked over and wandered around the place where he was a few times, but he still found nothing, not even a car.

"Where is my car?" The player in the plate armor was dumbfounded.

It was unfortunate enough that the car suddenly couldn't drive, but now that the car is still missing, it's not a problem of bad luck.

This is dying.

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

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

"Could it be that the hot weapon opened the handcuffs on its own and drove away? No, I obviously put her in a cage with railings with thick thumbs. She couldn't get out at all. What is going on?"

The player wearing the plate armor was chilled for the most part.

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

"What's wrong?"

"what happened?"

"Is there an enemy?"

Several players rushed to ask, and at the same time put their hands on their weapons.

"No, my car is gone." The player in the 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 in another location."

A player said with a cigar in his mouth.

"Impossible, it's here, it's this telegraph pole. I'm still on it for convenience. You see, the trace is here. How could I remember it wrong."

The player wearing the plate armor had an expression of tears and tears.

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

Said a player who likes to read supernatural novels.

"Where is the ghost? I guess someone else saw that there was no one in your car and drove away. When you get out of the car, remember to lock the car. Look at me. Pull out the key so that the car will definitely be lost...Wait, where is my car?" The player who answered the conversation couldn't say anything, because he was surprised to find that his car was gone.

There is only a car key left in his hand, hanging on his finger and swinging back and forth.

"Monkey Lechette, where's my car?" His eyes were also red, and he hurried around in circles, trying to get his car back, but there were traces of his car around, even the shadows. It's all gone.

"You people, you are all Tucson broken patterns." At this time, the player wearing a beret came over and said with a grin. Then, as soon as the wire box under the steering wheel is opened, the zero wire fire wire will be driven away as soon as it is on fire. Therefore, I have to follow me and remove the steering wheel, so as to be safe."

As the beret spoke, he took the steering wheel from behind, and walked towards his parking spot amidst everyone's horrified eyes.

After turning a corner, the beret was stunned, the steering wheel in his hand fell to the ground, and he shouted, "Where is my car?"

The car of three people in a row was lost, and the remaining players dared not watch the fun anymore, and ran to the place where they parked to check the situation.

However, something horrified them happened, and their car disappeared.

Several players gathered together dejectedly, the beret was a little out of control, and angrily said to the other players: "Some of you must have stolen my car. Who on earth did it? Give it to me. , Otherwise, when my brother comes, there will be no good fruit for you!"

The player in the plate armor said: "Everyone is here, who can steal the car, besides, everyone's car is lost, everyone is a victim, don't aim at your own people!"

"Whoever is with you, maybe your accomplices did it. You are here to help cover and pretend to be a good person," the beret said with a sneer. Give it to me, I can still treat it as never happened, otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

As the beret spoke, he pulled the bolt.

"Why, you have to do it, who is afraid of anyone, as if someone doesn't have a gun in his hand." Another player saw this and opened the insurance.

Seeing this, the surrounding players raised their weapons one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, as if they were rattled.

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

A huge Tiger tank followed, slowly following behind.

"My cousin is here, hahaha."

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

The pickup and the tiger tank slowly stopped. Looking at the oppressive tiger tank, several players were terrified by three points and involuntarily stepped back.

A middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket and a scar on his face jumped off the pickup.

"What's the matter?" The middle-aged man carried an AR15, strode over, and asked as he walked.

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

"Is there anything like this? Someone would dare to steal my cousin's car?"

There was a smirk on Scar Man's face. He looked at several players, like a vicious jackal seeing the prey.

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

"We said it wasn't us who stole it, and we are also victims, and our cars were lost. We want to steal the car. There is no need to do so complicated, right? Isn't it easier to kill and steal the car directly? If it is really us Stealing the car, do you think your cousin can live to the present?" said the player wearing the plate armor.

"Don't talk nonsense, you must be the one who did it. Give me my car quickly!" With reinforcements in the beret, his confidence has grown a lot.

"Although I think what you said is reasonable, someone must give an explanation. Who made my cousin choose you? If you blame it, you are not dead."

The Scar Man said, and gestured to the machine gunner on the Tiger tank: "Take them away."

However, the machine gunner completely ignored Scar Man's gestures, staring at a place not far away, and stammered: "Boss, it's not good, your car ran away by itself!"