"Later, I became the best tool in the hands of Immortal Joe until one day I met the tribe that robbed me and my mother again …"
Rosa’s mouth twitched unconsciously. Max silently lightened his strength.
"… I killed all those people even at the cost of my arm."
Max glanced up at her and tightened his hand bandage. "Where is it?"
Rosa was stimulated by the sudden pain, and now she is still stuck in her skin and bones, and the forehead sweat comes out again in large quantities.
She wiped it. "I mean, I just want revenge on that guy."
Tie a bandage.
Max said, "I’ll drive."
"You?" I don’t know Rosa suspicious eyes looked at the man.
Max explained, "Don’t worry, I won’t drive in the opposite direction and I’m a better driver than you."
Rosa rarely laughed. "Then how did you get caught by the hunting team?"
Max’s face turned black, but he still sat in the driver’s seat. According to the method mentioned by Rosa before, the engine insurance of the chariot was released before the vehicle was officially started.
"Rosa! ！”
From the outside, there was a motorcycle sound. An old woman leaned over with her throttle twisted, and there were several old women, a middle-aged woman with charm.
They are all fortunate members of the former Oasis tribe Wo Vallini.
"Shall we go with you?" Grandma looked up and asked
Looking at each other’s old faces, even their teeth and gums began to shrink. Rosa couldn’t bear to let such an old man run around again.
"No, the two of us can go."
Max pointed to the armored vehicles that had been dispatched in front of him, meaning that they were not the main force this time.
Grandma also cast a glance at the armored car in front of her and felt that compared with the soldiers, they really had no advantage in these small motorcycles.
"Well, good luck then."
The grandmothers waved goodbye to the two.
Max stepped on the gas pedal and started again.
The Vallini tribesmen all watched the chariot background fade away.
And then …
Cheep!
The chariot suddenly stopped.
The old ladies were about to ask what was going on when they heard a bang and a dark shadow was thrown to the ground from the side of the chariot.
It was a forgotten pendant that was finally remembered at the last minute.
Knox got up from the ground with his hands tied, and although he was weak, he ran after the chariot in a flash.
I heard clearly when his car was used as a pendant just now.
These people are going after Joe.
He has to get there …
war chariot
Max looked in the rearview mirror and ignored Knox’s actions. By the way, look at Rosa next to her. She is resting with her eyes closed.
But it’s like there’s an induction at such a glance.
Rosa opened her eyes with a brush.
Two people look at each other.
Max motioned her to look at her shoulder.
Rosa turned her eyes only to find that she had just been bandaged and was now dyed red with blood.
"I feel fine and don’t need a heart." Rosa closed her eyes again.
all right
Max never wakes up.
He can see that this crazy woman may have been infected with gunshot wounds.
Max concentrate on driving and soon saw that armored vehicle that had just started.
He drove the chariot in front of the armored vehicle to signal the other party to follow him.
He saw that although the performance of these armored vehicles was strong, the drivers obviously did not adapt to the desert environment, and their driving performance was very limited. It would be much better to have someone to lead the way.
Rosa didn’t know when she opened her eyes again.
"What are those people behind you? I have never seen them before. "
"I don’t know," Max answered briefly.
"I don’t know?" Rosa was surprised. "Then how do you know they will beat Joe to death?"
"intuition"
“……”
"Then you have a hunch that these people are good people or bad people?"
Max paused and said, "At least you didn’t take their woman."
Rosa laughed again with a relaxed tone. "You’re right. I don’t hate them. Whether they are good or bad, there is no need to take it personally."
Just after Max said that, the speed suddenly dropped.
Rosa looked ahead. "What’s the matter?"
Max pointed in one direction. "That’s their chariot."
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