1138: C1138 Night Desert Off-road Vehicles Fighter Planes

C1138 Night Desert Off-road Vehicles Fighter Planes

"Brother Cheng, quick, Moyi is still waiting for us!"

The man's voice was unclear, so soft that it was blown away by the wind.

Xiyan Cheng's eyes were blood red. He shot seven or eight bullets at the person who had shot him coldly.

That person was the only survivor on the other side. At this moment, he had been turned into a sieve.

Xiyan Cheng held the steering wheel tightly and quickly moved forward.

Beside him, Li Mingxing's eyes had already been closed, and blood flowed down his body, quickly staining the seat with a small amount of moisture.

In the next half an hour, Xiyan Cheng encountered a few more groups of people sporadically. However, after a short exchange of blows, the other party realized that he wasn't someone to be trifled with and didn't plan to fight him head on.

Just like that, they drove forward until they reached the edge of the desert.

Xiyan Cheng saw that Gong Moyi was still about ten kilometers away from here.

Before he drove the car into the desert, he simply processed the tracks on the road.

There was often wind here. Although it was not big, Xiyan Cheng knew that once they entered the desert, even if the enemy sent people to surround them, it would not be easy to find them.

Originally, it was not a desert off-road. Although it had been modified, it was still much more difficult than specialized desert off-road.

Another half an hour passed, and Xiyan Cheng finally arrived near Gong Moyi's position.

The sky was still dark and gloomy, but it was estimated that it was almost dawn because the night sky at this moment was thicker than any other time. It was precisely the darkness before dawn.

Under the illumination of the headlights, the desert was filled with rising and falling curves. It was quiet and beautiful, but also lifeless.

As he got closer and closer, Xiyan Cheng felt like he had never been so nervous before.

He turned his head and looked at his comrade who had already been sacrificed. He felt that the air that rushed into his lungs seemed to have sand in it, and it was so painful that it hurt.

It was only when a black outline appeared in his line of sight.

Xiyan Cheng had been with the plane for so many years, how could he not recognize that it was a fighter plane?

It was a fighter aircraft that she piloted!

The outline of the fighter plane in front of him gradually became clearer and clearer, and the HR0045 number on it stung his eyes.

"Mingxing, I found her." After Xiyan Cheng said that, he gave a solemn military salute to his comrade who had been sacrificed. He got out of the car, opened the backseat door, and said, "Mr. George, we -"

However, his words were suddenly stuck there.

In the back seat, George still maintained his posture of sitting upright. However, a bullet went through his head and he did not even have the time to close his eyes.

Xiyan Cheng's body swayed, and he felt as if his chest had been torn apart. A huge pain spread throughout his entire body. There was also a bone-piercing coldness in his chest.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he took two steps back. He performed another military salute and used almost all his strength before he turned around and went to the fighter aircraft cabin.

The headlights of the car shone on that position.

There, Gong Moyi quietly leaned against the seat. Her eyes were tightly shut and her entire body was covered in blood.

It was unknown if it was stuck or not, but Xiyan Cheng could not open the hatch. He used tools to smash crazily before he could barely open it.

However, Gong Moyi did not react at all when he made such a big move.

He trembled all over. He had never been so afraid before.2

He carefully carried her out of the cabin, as if he was hugging a fragile porcelain.

Her body was cold and she was not angry at all. Because of his movements, she did not even open her eyes. Instead, blood flowed down the corner of her mouth.

"Ah - -"

Xiyan Cheng felt as if he had been pulled into hell by a huge fear. She hugged her and looked at the dark sky. She shouted at the top of her lungs. Her voice was filled with sorrow, as if she was a beast that had lost everything.

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