As the saying goes: the more you fear something, the more you will be.
David looked around nervously, and suddenly he saw something wrong from the right reflector of the truck. Two pickup trucks were driving from the rear.
You can even vaguely see that the people sitting in the car are holding guys in their hands.
"Shet, Fark."
David was so scared that his hair stood up, he honked the horn of the car crazily, and shouted at the gas station, "Everam, something big happened, it's not good."
Evram didn't take it seriously yet, and asked indifferently while sending his pants: "What's wrong?"
"Look, look over there."
David poked his upper body out of the car window and pointed his finger at the far end of the car.
Evram looked in the direction of his fingers, and realized that the auntie also made him feel cold on his back and his heart accelerated to 180.
"Dragon King, Marlboro, it's time for us to leave. We're in big trouble."
Evram ran to the car as he shouted, and as soon as he finished speaking, he had already run to the side of the car.
The obese body of 178 was particularly flexible at this time. He stepped on the pedal with one step, jumped and climbed into the cab.
"Fuck, what the hell, how could you meet them?"
Evram slammed the door and twisted the car keys to light up while talking nervously.
"Damn, they have guns on their hands, we are in big trouble." David said anxiously.
"I know, I know, I'm starting it." Evram replied anxiously.
"Hurry up, hurry up, they are coming." David was so anxious that he urged him.
"What the hell, I can't send it."
Evram didn't respond even after firing five or six times. He looked down at the dashboard and saw the flashing oil meter lamp, his heart suddenly became cold.
At this time, he really wanted to scold people.
At that time, I reminded that Marlboro was not enough oil, but I didn't go to refuel and wanted to add free ones here, but I encountered such a dangerous thing.
If I had known it, I would have forced Marlboro to fill up the oil in Jordan.
Anyway, these Middle Eastern countries are cheaper than water. Adding up half of the fuel tank and half of the money is not enough for him to find another bird's mouth.
But it's too late to say anything now.
All Evram could do was to start and swear and twist the keys.
"Boom boom..."
Hard work pays off, and the car finally started.
"It's started, it's started."
Evram was excited and quickly moved on to the gears, stepped on the accelerator and told the car to move quickly.
But the car has no fuel or power, and although it starts, it runs very slowly.
"Come on, come on, drive quickly." David kept urging.
"There is not enough oil, it cannot be opened, MD."
Evram was so anxious that he wanted to curse but had no choice but to keep stepping on the accelerator.
"Where did the Marlboro bastard go? Didn't he go to cheer? Fuck." David jumped in a hurry.
At this moment, Long Zhan and Marlboro had just come out. They heard Evram's shouting and felt something was wrong and the oil came out first.
As soon as they came out, they found that the car had left, and the two could only chase after them.
Fortunately, the truck did not run fast, so the two of them hurriedly chased each other and quickly got closer.
at the same time.
Long Zhan also discovered something wrong behind him.
There were two pickup trucks full of people behind them, and they were quickly catching up along the road. The people sitting in the car were holding guns in their hands.
This attitude is obvious, and it will be very troublesome if they catch it.
"Hurry, hurry up, hurry up and keep catching up."
Long Zhan had no choice but to have no guns in his hand and could not have sex with the two cars of people. He could only throw his arms and lift the oil and chase the truck in front.
Marlboro often hangs in Iraq, and he knows more clearly what kind of virtues the people he is chasing.
He ran wildly for the rest of his life, and also ran very fast, only a little slower than Long Zhan.
When Evram saw the two people catching up from behind and the fuel tank they were carrying, he saw the life-saving straw.
He shouted in front of him wildly, asking Long Zhan and Marlboro to run up quickly, shouting that they both got into the car.
At the same time, he didn't dare to stop.
He was afraid that as soon as his car stopped, he would immediately shut down the engine and start the engine.
Now is a time to race against time. If the car stops and adds fuel in, it will definitely be caught up by the militants behind it.
Long Zhan had long legs and was physically strong and ran fast. He chased after him in less than 10 seconds and climbed up from behind cleverly.
I didn't bother to worry about Marlboro, but I stuck my body out of the car board on the left, unscrew the accelerator cover and threw it away.
Holding the oil drum, unscrew the lid and refueling into the fuel tank while driving.
Even though the car was running forward quickly, the wind blew most of the gasoline away, and less than 1/3 of the gasoline could be poured into the tank.
But at this moment, every drop of oil poured into the fuel tank is life-saving oil.
The truck's engine was finally able to drink enough, and its speed began to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye. Marlboro seemed to be unable to catch up.
Fortunately, Long Zhan was poured out in a mess, and a barrel of oil was quickly overturned.
He pulled Marlboro and pulled him into the car.
The snatch of his oil barrel continued to pour.
The pickup truck has already caught up with it, and the distance is less than 50 meters.
Seeing that the truck was still running away and he was not planning to stop, the militants on the two pickup trucks could no longer hold back and fired at the truck with guns.
"Da da da da da..."
The familiar AR-type weapons fired constantly like firecrackers.
Those who don’t know thought it was the US military catching up.
However, this is the U.S. military has been controlling Iraq for so many years, transporting large amounts of European and American equipment to Iraq, and invisibly iterations of Iraq's weapons.
The streets are full of weapons left by the United States back then, and no one goes to use the AK system again.
The militants chasing behind were very bad at gunpoint. They swept the car on the moving car, and their hit rate was so low that Long Zhandao felt like he was cheating.
But the bullets that occasionally hit the car made a crackling sound.
Marlboro was so scared that his face turned long and said that he didn't dare to move in the carriage.
Evram and David, who were driving in front, were even more frightened by the dense gunfire and cried, and caught Marlboro and scolded him while driving.
"You bastard, you are going to be killed by you. How the hell are you going to stop and refuel in Fallujah?"
"You are a cheater, you are just a bad guy."
"Go to your fucking Marlboro."
"Fake, Fake, Fake, drive faster, they're going to catch up."
"We are dead, we must be dead."
...
Evram and David were really scared. The two of them shouted like crazy, and their heads were covered with beads of sweat.
Especially Evram, he drove the most urgently.
As the enemy was chasing closer and closer, I wanted to step on the accelerator into the fuel tank.
Chapter completed!