When the riders below heard someone speaking, their hair stood on end.
They knew that the people living here were the owners of the chariot of the apocalypse, and their little electric donkeys were simply not enough to fill people's teeth.
Li Tianyang was suppressing the water gun. When he saw the riders looking at him, he showed a sunny smile.
"How does the toilet cleaner taste? Do you want some more?"
As he spoke, he pumped the pump of the water gun a few more times. Feeling that it was full of air, he raised the muzzle of the gun and sprayed it at the rider below.
Just now, the crazy mule allowed the riders to take off their helmets and take off their clothes, so the riders are now almost naked, with only a pair of shorts and bare feet.
When they were snatching the nutrition express, they had already abandoned the bed boards and had no protection on their bodies.
Li Tianyang very considerately adjusted the water gun to spray mode, and then pressed the trigger to the bottom.
In an instant, the riders felt extremely cool, as if it was raining from the sky.
And the next second, the spray of toilet cleaning spirit floating in the sky touched the surface of their bodies, and a strong chemical reaction occurred.
White smoke suddenly billowed in the air, which was the chemical gas produced after the riders' hair and fine hair were corroded.
People need to breathe, and the riders did not forget this instinct despite their fear, so the aerosol-like toilet cleaning spirit was sucked into their respiratory tracts.
You must know that the human respiratory tract mucosa is more fragile and tender than the digestive tract, and the consequences of exposure to these toilet cleaning chemicals are quite serious.
Within a breath, the riders felt as if their lung tubes were on fire, causing extreme pain.
Even a fool knew something was wrong, and more than thirty riders fled in all directions.
How could Li Tianyang let these intruders go? He adjusted the water gun to long-range shooting mode, and the mist instantly turned into a water column, aiming at the bodies of the riders and spraying them wildly.
Several riders' eyes were sprayed with toilet cleaner, and they screamed in pain. They immediately rubbed their eyes with their hands, only to find that the more they rubbed, the more painful it became.
After three or two blows, their eyes became bloody and bloody, and they could no longer see anything. They could only stumble around the town in pain.
Li Tianyang played for a while, waiting for the toilet cleaning spirit in the water gun to be completely exhausted, then stopped and motioned for Chen Meizhu to come out and clean up the mess.
He didn't plan to kill all these people. That would be too troublesome and not a deterrent. Only by letting these people who had been corroded into rotten flesh bump around in the small town could he establish his prestige.
These riders were sprayed by the Toilet Cleaning Spirit, their combat effectiveness was greatly reduced, they gathered into a group and ran away.
Chen Meizhu showed no mercy. She chased more than 20 people from one end of the town to the other and killed them all. The scene was very spectacular.
The few remaining riders had toilet-cleaning spirits in their eyes. After being completely blind, they ran around the town screaming like evil spirits on earth.
In the chaos, Crazy Mule and Pockmarked Face did not participate in snatching the watermelon rinds, and neither of them suffered any injuries.
When they found out something had happened, they carried the bed board and ran away on a small electric donkey.
Li Tianyang has been busy playing with the water gun, so he never had time to deal with these two fish that slipped through the net.
At this moment, he saw the two people running further and further away. He took out the military sniper rifle from the space, brought the thermal imager, adjusted the secret position, calculated the wind direction, and then aimed and pulled the trigger!
"bump!"
The bullet came out of the chamber, and a cloud of blood mist erupted from the little electric donkey.
The pock-marked face let out a scream like a slaughtered pig, and his body tilted and he almost fell off the donkey.
"Damn it! There's a sniper rifle!"
The crazy mule was sitting in the front and was galloping with Pockmarked Face on his back. When he heard the screams and looked back, he saw that one of Pockmarked Face's arms was directly punched through, and the entire arm was almost severed from the middle. He was obviously a disabled person.
In fear, he was about to kick Mazi in the face and get out of the car. Then he thought about how he would lose a human shield, and immediately roared: "Mazi, grab brother! Don't fall! If you fall, brother can't help you." Got it!"
Mazi shed tears under the pain. He was inexplicably moved in his heart. He hugged the crazy mule's waist with one hand and said with tears of gratitude: "Brother Mule, if you can escape alive today, my Mazi's life will be yours!" "
Crazy Mule sneered in his heart, tightened the accelerator and continued to accelerate.
He is a professional rider and has excellent driving skills. He was out of the sight of the sniper rifle with a single turn.
The two of them raced desperately. The little electric donkey ran out of battery, and the crazy mule directly started the human power mode and pedaled as hard as he could with his two legs.
He ran for more than 20 kilometers and hid under a bridge.
Mazi tightened his arm with his riding uniform to stop the bleeding, and looked at the crazy mule gratefully, "Boss, it was all thanks to you just now, otherwise my brother would have been dead."
"What a big deal, you are messing with me, how can I give up on one of my own?"
The crazy mule waved his hands and sat on the concrete floor with a livid face, trying to stay calm.
In today's raid, among the more than 30 people he brought with him, he didn't know how many of them could escape alive like them.
Now there is only a pockmark left around him, and he has become a useless burden, almost becoming a polished commander.
He cursed: "Damn it, this kid has discovered us a long time ago and has been waiting for us to show up before taking action. He also has a sniper rifle. He is so insidious!"
Mazi also knew that Crazy Mule was in a bad mood right now, and he didn't know if any of the friends who went with him had escaped. Without these confidants, Crazy Mule's strength would definitely be greatly reduced.
So, he took out his cell phone and started dialing.
"Brother, let's call our brothers. It's impossible for all of us to die. Maybe a few of us are lucky enough to escape. Let's gather them here quickly."
"Hey, that's all it can do."
The crazy mule had no other choice and took out his cell phone to make a call.
"The phone you dialed has been turned off! Please call again later!"
"The number you dialed is not in the service area! Please call again later!"
"No one answered the number you dialed! Please call again later!"
As the calls were made one after another, Crazy Mule's face became even more ugly.
Of the more than thirty brothers, no one answered the phone, and some even turned off their phones midway through the call.
Needless to say, Crazy Mule and Mazi also knew what was happening over there.
The crazy mule punched the ground, his eyes almost bursting with fire, and shouted: "I'm going to call all the riders in Zhonghai and kill this son of a bitch no matter what!"
The brothers who followed him today were all old colleagues and acquaintances from the same town who lived together in Datongpu.
These riders have no children, live at the bottom of the city, and have no friends at all. These colleagues who deliver food and live and eat together are almost like family members.
In the past, if someone was bullied or hit by a luxury car in Zhonghai, they would come to the scene to help support the scene, and they had a very deep relationship.
Now that these people were gone forever, how could he not be angry when he thought of them being corroded to death by hydrochloric acid, with their intestines punctured and their eyes blinded.
Of course, revenge is just a slogan, staged for others to see.
As the boss of a party, he values interests more.
He saw all the garbage thrown away by Li Tianyang's house, and it was all good stuff.
Especially the watermelon rind. Crazy Mule could tell at a glance that it was a freshly cut watermelon.
To be able to eat snacks, drinks, and watermelons in this kind of world, the owner of the chariot must have very rich supplies. How could this make him not be tempted?
Therefore, he immediately called all his men and sent out the location, eager to rush in and replace him immediately.
Mazi lost an arm, hated the person who shot him, and was thinking of ways to take revenge.
His eyes were like those of poisonous snakes, and he said in a deep voice: "Brother Mule, it is still a bit difficult for us to break into his house. Fighting forcefully will only increase casualties."
"We can contact other forces in Zhonghai to help. Isn't it a matter of minutes to break through his defense?"
"When the time comes, the brothers' revenge will be avenged, and we will also get a share of the supplies. What do you think?"
Crazy Mule touched his chin, and finally nodded and said, "Okay, that's it."
Recalling the abnormal defense of Li Tianyang's family, as well as tanks and sniper rifles, Crazy Mule was also a little frightened.
Although he hopes that he can eat this huge wealth by himself, he understands the principle of eating as much as there is a big bowl.
It is obviously impossible for a group of small electric donkeys to defeat the mysterious chariot. At this time, it is best to bring in a few other forces from Zhonghai. No matter whether it succeeds or not, it is always good to drag others into the water.
