As the saying goes: The more you are afraid of something, the more you will get it.
David looked around nervously, and suddenly saw something wrong from the truck's right reflector. Two pickup trucks were approaching from behind.
You can even vaguely see that the people sitting in the car have dicks in their hands.
"Shet, Falk."
David was so frightened that his hair stood up. He honked the car horn frantically and yelled at the gas station: "Efram, something big has happened. It's not good."
Ephraim didn't take it seriously yet and asked nonchalantly while sending the pants: "What's wrong?"
"Look, look over there."
David leaned his upper body out of the car window and pointed toward the back of the car.
Ephraim looked in the direction of the finger, and he also realized the aunt at this glance, which also made his back feel cold and his heart accelerated to 180.
"Dragon King, Marlboro, it's time for us to leave. There's big trouble coming."
Ephraim shouted and ran towards the car. As soon as he finished shouting, he had already run to the car.
One hundred and seventy-eight's fat body became particularly flexible at this time. He stepped on the pedal with one stride and climbed into the cab with a jump.
"Fuck, what the hell, how did you meet them?"
Ephraim slammed the car door shut, and while speaking nervously, he turned the car key and turned on the ignition.
"Damn, they all have guns, we're in big trouble." David said anxiously.
"I know, I know, I'm starting." Ephraim yelled back.
"Hurry up, hurry up, they are coming." David urged beside him in a hurry.
"What the hell, it can't move."
Ephraim even started the car five or six times without any response. He looked down at the dashboard and saw the flashing fuel gauge light, and his heart suddenly went cold.
At this time he really wanted to curse.
At that time, I was reminded that Marlboro was low on gas, but I didn’t go to fill up. I wanted to come here to refill for free, but I encountered such a dangerous thing.
If I had known better, I would have forced the Marlboro to fill up the tank in Jordan.
Anyway, water is cheaper than water in these Middle Eastern countries. Adding up the money for filling up the gas tank half way and filling up the fuel tank half way is not enough for him to find another bird's mouth.
But it's too late to say anything now.
All Ephraim could do was keep cranking, cursing and twisting the key.
"Boom, boom..."
The hard work paid off and the car finally started.
"It's started, it's started."
Ephraim excitedly put the car into gear and stepped on the accelerator to make the car move quickly.
But the car had no fuel and no power. Although it started, it ran very slowly.
"Let's go, come on, drive faster." David kept urging.
"Not enough gas, can't drive, MD."
Ephraim was so anxious that he wanted to curse, but he had no choice but to step on the accelerator frantically.
"Where did that bastard from Marlboro go? Didn't he go to refuel? Damn it." David jumped anxiously.
At this moment, Long Zhan and Marlboro had just come out. They heard Ephraim's shouting and felt something was wrong. They came out before filling up the oil.
As soon as they came out and found that the car had left, the two had no choice but to chase after it.
Fortunately, the truck was not running too fast, and the distance between the two of them was quickly closing.
at the same time.
Long Zhan also discovered something was wrong behind the scenes.
Two pickup trucks full of people were catching up quickly along the highway. The people sitting in the vehicles had guns in their hands.
This stance indicates that the attacker is evil at first sight, and it will definitely be troublesome if caught by them.
"Hurry, hurry up, hurry up and catch up."
Long Zhan had no choice. He didn't have a gun in his hand and couldn't fight the two cars of people. He could only throw off his arms and carry the gas and chase the truck in front.
Marlboro often hangs out in Iraq, and he knows better the character of the people he pursues.
He ran as fast as he could, running equally fast, only a little slower than Long Zhan.
When Ephram saw the two people chasing after him from behind and the gas tanks they were carrying, he saw a life-saving straw.
He yelled crazily in front, asking Long Zhan and Marlboro to run up quickly, and yelled for them to get in the car.
At the same time, he didn't dare to stop.
He was afraid that as soon as his car stopped, it would immediately stall and become immobile.
Now is the time to race against time. If the car stops and then adds gas, it will definitely be overtaken by the armed men behind.
Long Zhan's long legs allowed him to run fast. He caught up with him in less than 10 seconds and climbed up from behind nimbly.
Not caring about the Marlboro that was still running, he leaned out from the left side of the car, unscrewed the accelerator cover and threw it away.
Hold the oil drum, unscrew the cap, and refill the fuel tank while driving.
Although the car was running forward quickly, the wind blew away most of the gasoline, and only less than 1/3 of the gasoline could be poured into the fuel tank opening.
But every drop of the oil poured into the tank at this moment is life-saving oil.
The truck's engine was finally able to drink enough, and the speed began to increase at a speed visible to the naked eye. Marlboro could hardly catch up.
Fortunately, Long Zhan snored and poured, and the barrel of oil was quickly poured out.
He grabbed a Marlboro and pulled him into the car.
The rush to buy his oil drum continued to pour.
The pickup truck had already caught up, and the distance was less than 50 meters.
Seeing that the truck was still running away and was not going to stop, the armed men on the two pickup trucks couldn't hold it in any longer, and they opened fire on the truck with their guns.
"Da da da da..."
The familiar sound of AR weapons firing kept going off like firecrackers.
Those who didn't know thought the US military was catching up.
However, this is all because the US military has controlled Iraq for so many years and has transported a large amount of European and American equipment to Iraq, which invisibly updates and iterates Iraqi weapons.
The streets are full of weapons left behind by the old Americans, and no one bothers to use the AK series anymore.
The gunmen chasing after them were very poor in marksmanship. They swiped at the moving vehicle, and their hit rate was so low that Long Zhandao felt cheated.
But the bullets that occasionally hit the car made a crackling sound.
Marlboro was so frightened that he didn't even dare to move on the carriage.
Ephraim and David, who were driving in front, were even frightened by the intensive gunfire and cried for their parents. They drove black and scolded the Marlboro.
"You bastard, how the hell do you dare to stop for gas in Fallujah if I'm going to kill you?"
"You're a scammer, you're a scoundrel."
"Fuck Marlboro."
"Farke, Farke, Farke, drive faster, they are going to catch up."
"We are dead, for sure."
…
Ephraim and David were really frightened. They yelled like lunatics, and beads of sweat broke out on their heads.
Especially Ephraim, who drives the fastest.
Seeing the enemy getting closer and closer, I wanted to step on the accelerator into the fuel tank.
However, the speed of the truck is limited after all, and there is no way to get rid of the pickup truck. (End of chapter)
