"I...I can't stand it any longer. Are you okay over there?!" the bald man urged anxiously. From his tone, it sounded like he would be doomed in the next second if Zhang Heng and the handsome man didn't take action.
The handsome man said, "Ignore him, he is still too early to die. We have about seven minutes. Although they can say anything, it is useless to build weapons at this time. The city has been completely destroyed." The evil scientist is under control and his minions are everywhere. As the battle continues, there will only be more and more black-clothed androids, so we need to get out of here as soon as possible."
"vehicle?"
"Yes, we need to build vehicles."
"Can't we just use the existing vehicles around us?"
"I have had this idea before, but unfortunately, did you see any reliable transportation halfway from where you came here?"
Zhang Heng looked around quickly. Not to mention cars, there was not even a bicycle in the entire community. The only means of transportation was probably a wheelchair next to the frightened old man. With this thing, he could think It is obviously unrealistic to carve out a bloody path from the tens of thousands of troops.
The handsome man said, "I can only build a smart fortwo car because it is compact, uses the fewest building blocks, and is the simplest. But even so, I still practiced for more than half a month, and seven minutes is just enough for me to build a car." Samrt fortwo or two motorcycles... but then we have a problem."
Zhang Heng knew what the problem the handsome man was talking about. The smart fortwo only had two seats for the driver and passenger. Even with the limited space in the trunk, it could only fit four people.
Before, the handsome man was alone. After saving the messenger, plus the bald man and the waiter, he could just fit in. But now with Zhang Heng, there is one more person, and even if he switches to a motorcycle, he will still face the same problem. Such a question.
"You build your Samrt ForTwo first, and I'll figure out a way to solve the problem of the remaining one." Time was running out, so Zhang Heng and Mei Nan divided the work.
The latter nodded and immediately threw himself into the intense construction process, while Zhang Heng also began to think about what he could do at this time.
When the handsome man was building a motorcycle before, he stood aside and watched the whole process. He felt that it was not too complicated, but being able to understand it and being able to do it were completely different things.
With his current skills, he couldn't build even the simplest sword, and he was ruthlessly judged by the waiter as a baguette with a fish tail. As for a motorcycle, it was even more difficult for him in the Himalayas.
Time is passing by, and there are more and more people in black around, and the bald man's howling has become more and more miserable. Although he has been fine, this obviously does not prevent him from having an energetic time. He urged Zhang Heng and the handsome man behind him again, "Are you ready? When will you be ready? It's not ready yet? If not, our butts will be lined up in a row in the cinema."
Fortunately, the handsome man has become immune to his urging, and the construction of her smart fortwo is coming to an end. The entire Chengshen has been completely built, and she is now assembling the exhaust pipe.
Looking at Zhang Heng on the other side, after six long minutes, he only had a rope in his hand.
Zhang Heng originally wanted to build a bicycle. Compared with a motorcycle, the structure of a bicycle is obviously much simpler, but he doesn't know which link went wrong. Of course, it may be that all links went wrong. In the end, A nylon rope accidentally appeared in his hand.
The waiter obviously would not let go of this opportunity to speak venomously. His expression collapsed and he said, "Oh my god, are you planning on letting us use this rope to commit suicide?"
At this time, the beautiful man finally completed the construction of the smart fortwo, which took 6 minutes and 23 seconds. This time she performed well and was much faster than usual. She sat in the driver's seat, started the engine and said to everyone, "Hurry up. Get in the car! If it doesn’t work out, we have to give up one person.”
As soon as she said these words, the bald man and the waiter both tensed up.
But then I heard Zhang Heng say, "No, I've figured out a way!"
After speaking, he opened the trunk and said to the waiter and the messenger, "Go in first and hold this nylon rope."
The two of them didn't have time to ask more questions, so they got into the trunk as Zhang Heng said. At this time, the bald man also fired and retreated towards the co-pilot.
However, he only got halfway when he was stopped by Zhang Heng, "Your place is not here."
Zhang Heng moved the wheelchair next to the old man basking in the sun, and then tied the other end of the nylon rope to the wheelchair.
"Are you kidding? I'd rather kill myself with that rope."
Having said that, seeing the dark enemies coming from all directions, the bald man still sat in the wheelchair obediently. At the same time, he was still complaining, "You should make me a seat belt at least."
Seeing Zhang Heng also jumped into the car, the handsome man said, "Sit tight, everyone, the rest of the journey may be a bit bumpy."
"Oh, great, there are bumps, and seriously didn't anyone notice that I'm in dire need of a seatbelt right now?"
What answered him was the roar of the smart fortwo engine. The handsome man stepped on the accelerator, and the car rushed out of the community like a wild horse.
Almost at the same moment, two black-clothed androids rushed out diagonally opposite and tried to stop the car. However, the smart fortwo did not slow down and crashed directly into the two of them, sending them flying into the wall.
The bald man behind was not idle either. He was still holding his Gagarin machine gun in his arms. While sitting in a high-speed wheelchair, he continued to shoot at the pursuers with his machine gun.
After leaving the community, the handsome man ignored the red light and drove directly into the intersection. But then she saw a large truck on the left that kept honking its horn, and she immediately turned to the right.
As a result, the face of the bald man in the wheelchair behind him immediately turned green. He pulled the rope desperately to shorten the distance between the wheelchair and the car. The courier and the waiter also helped. In the end, they successfully caught the wheelchair and finally avoided traveling together. The tragedy of drifting.
"So what's the use of the rope?" The bald man said in shock, touching his chest, "I just let the demon butcher and the messenger hold my wheelchair from the beginning. Soon after?"
"I'm sorry. After all, it's the first usable thing I've ever made. It's a pity not to use it."
"…………"
"Where are we going now?" the demon slayer asked.
The smart fortwo ignored the red light and crossed the intersection, causing a series of traffic accidents, but it also happened to block the road. The black-clothed android behind him could only stand there and watch them leave.
"I know a place where I can avoid these annoying little tails." The bald man said as he removed the useless Gatling in his hand and made himself a seat belt that he had been thinking about for a long time.
