Leaving the winery before dark, Zhang Jing embarked on the eastbound road.
Because the land is vast and sparsely populated, there is only one highway heading northeast. Passing by a small town gas station at eleven o'clock in the evening, Zhang Jing filled up the gas tank and decided to rest here until dawn.
Not only Zhang Jing was resting at the gas station, but there was also another group of his peers who were traveling together. Seven or eight people drove three cars and gathered together to barbecue, sing and play guitar in the middle of the night. The atmosphere was very comfortable.
Playing with fire at a gas station is supposedly a dangerous act, but the gas station owner doesn't think so and rents out grills and small barrels of gas cans to tourists.
"Hello stranger," a young man with uneven teeth and a lot of pockmarks on his face greeted Zhang Jing and invited him warmly: "Welcome to join our barbecue party."
Zhang Jingren smiled harmlessly, "Thank you, I want to sleep."
At a barbecue party like this, the place will definitely be a mess afterward. This is definitely true for both men and women, but it is also possible for both men and women.
If you don’t want to contract infectious diseases or see a gastroenterologist, it’s best to stay away from parties with strangers, and ordinary friends should also be careful.
At this time, six large-displacement motorcycles drove over with their headlights and motors roaring.
There were six people in total, some with bald heads and some with big beards. Their common feature was that they were fat and strong, and all had tattoos.
Stopping next to the barbecue stall and looking at a group of young people, the six motorcycle members suddenly looked like a wolf seeing a sheep. They not only showed longing expressions for women, but also for men.
This not only stunned Zhang Jing, but also stunned the eight young men and women. They were wolves just now and wanted to deceive Zhang Jing.
In the blink of an eye, the roles are reversed, from hunter to prey.
"Hello," the leader, a bearded man weighing over 300 pounds, greeted the eight young men and women, "can I join your party? The drinks are ours."
The eight young men and women were dumbfounded. The other party was obviously not a good person. They couldn't refuse, and they couldn't accept either. Otherwise, they would have to go to the hospital tomorrow to clean themselves up.
Zhang Jing was holding back his laughter beside him, not wanting to get involved in their nonsense, so he planned to get in the car and leave.
However, the tree wanted to be still but the wind stopped. The 300-pound bear looked at Zhang Jing with an unkind look and asked in a stern tone: "Where are you going?"
Feeling that things might be out of control, Zhang Jing turned on the micro camera hanging on his chest in advance and looked back at the bearded man, "It's my freedom to go there, it's not your turn."
The bearded man was stunned for a moment, then laughed with his companions.
"You'd better come over and sit down," the 300-pound bearded man threatened unscrupulously, "or I'll let you experience a fist as big as a sandbag."
"It is illegal to restrict personal freedom," Zhang Jing reminded. "It is also illegal to threaten the safety of others."
"Illegal?" The 300-pound bearded man shook his head with a smile, "There is no law here. If there is, it's up to us."
Zhang Jing was already prepared and warned: "You'd better leave, otherwise you will bear the consequences."
The bearded man weighing more than 300 pounds lost his patience and waved his fists to attack Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing reached behind him and made a fake move, decisively took out the pistol and turned on the safety, but - he didn't fire.
Zhang Jing knew in his heart that it was unwise to kill people now and he could easily get involved in lawsuits.
The bearded man didn't expect that Zhang Jing had a pistol on him. He stopped, raised his hands in the air, and said: "This is a misunderstanding. Updated with no mistakes@"
His five companions were also shocked, but not very scared. They expected that Zhang Jing would not dare to shoot, but they also did not dare to act rashly.
"Kneel down and call daddy." Zhang Jing raised his gun and ordered the bearded man one meter in front of him.
Men are magical creatures. They like to hear women call them daddy, and they also like to hear men call them daddy. .
The reason why Zhang Jing planned to commit suicide was that the place was sparsely populated.
The bearded man weighing more than 300 pounds was angry and said forcefully, "I bet you don't dare to shoot!"
"Bang!"
Zhang Jing shot him at the foot of the bearded man weighing more than 300 pounds, "This is a warning."
"Dad!" The bearded man weighing more than 300 pounds knelt down quickly, his eyes full of hatred.
"get out!"
After watching the six motorcycle members leave, the gas station owner came over and said, "If you provoke someone you can't afford to offend, they will definitely retaliate. Leave immediately."
"And you," the gas station owner looked at Ba.
Famous traveling men and women said, "Get out of here quickly!"
Without being reminded by the gas station owner, Zhang Jing started the car and drove off in the dark night.
Eight men and women gave up their hike and followed the car away from the place of right and wrong.
At daybreak, Zhang Jing arrived at Laverton, the last town in no man's land and the last gas station.
"Hello," Zhang Jing went to the gas station owner, "My friend left a walkie-talkie here."
The gas station owner was an old woman. She sat behind the counter, opened a drawer, and put an orange walkie-talkie in front of Zhang Jing. "He said you would pay me 50 Australian dollars."
Leave 50 yuan, fill up your tank and leave quickly.
Less than two hours after Zhang Jinggang left, a bearded man weighing more than 300 kilograms came to the gas station. He asked the gas station owner fiercely, "Have you ever seen an Asian, about 1.8 meters tall, with big eyes, thinner than me, wearing a gray suit?" jacket."
"Come here two hours ago to cheer up." The old woman said without any intention of being a hero, "Go towards the no man's land. _o_m "
Zhang Jing guessed that the 300-pound bearded man would follow, so he drove the car directly into the desert no-man's land, planning to find a place to ambush them.
The environment here is similar to the one I used to pick up iron meteorites in Western Xinjiang. It is desolate and inhabited, with many small stones, strong winds, and a harsh living environment.
The driving direction did not change, Zhang Jing kept driving at a fast speed, worried that the bearded man weighing more than 300 kilograms would not be able to find him, and he thoughtfully left peels, drink bottles, and cans from time to time.
At 2:30 in the afternoon, Zhang Jing passed by a special terrain composed of several stone hills.
Each stone mound is like an enlarged version of an earthen tomb, separated by forty or fifty meters from each other.
It's also a bit like the Devil's City in Western Xinjiang. The strong wind blows and whistles, like ghosts crying and wolves roaring.
After two rounds, Zhang Jing decided to set up an ambush here. There was a good hiding place and a good shooting angle.
The pickup truck parked behind a leeward rocky hill. An appropriate amount of gasoline was poured into the driver's seat and the back seat, leaving a hundred high-explosive bombs mixed with the gasoline in the car.
Zhang Jing, wearing a desert ghillie suit, hid among the rocks, lying on the ground, fifty meters away, staring at the pickup truck.
The plan is simple. When the motorcycle members are attracted by the pickup truck, they will definitely come forward to check it out.
Zhang Jing only needs to use incendiary bombs to detonate the pickup truck. A hundred high-explosive bullets comparable to small grenades explode together. The scene must be spectacular, right?
In the evening, the wind became stronger and stronger. Bearded man, who weighed more than 300 pounds, and his companion finally arrived belatedly and rode their motorcycles to find the pickup truck left by Zhang Jing.
The pickup truck was hidden in the leeward area. The six people thought Zhang Jing was resting in the vehicle. Each of them had a firearm and slowly surrounded the pickup truck in a fan shape.
Zhang Jing could see all this clearly in the scope. No skills or good marksmanship were required. When they approached the pickup truck, the -12 opened fire directly, and bullets as wide as the palm of your hand poured over them like dense rain.
Incendiary bullets may contain phosphorus powder, and they can also create a fire when hit on a rock, and instantly ignite gasoline when hit on a pickup truck.
Instinctively, the 300-pound bearded man and his companion hurriedly hid on the other side of the pickup truck.
Thinking it was safe, two or three seconds later, it was like countless firecrackers exploded around them at the same time. Countless steel balls spread out in all directions with the pickup truck as the center. In the blink of an eye, all six of them were knocked down by the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.
Not knowing whether the enemy was completely dead, Zhang Jing jumped up on the spot, took out his motorcycle from the mithril space, and rushed towards the explosion site, intending to shoot again. .
