"Warning! Three armed plunder vehicles were found in the rear, 500 meters away!"
In the rearview mirror, greedy thugs were wielding machetes, thinking they had caught a hulking fat sheep.
Zhang Tu sat in the driver's seat.
Press the accelerator to the bottom, and the violently modified engine roars like an ancient beast!
Boom--!
The huge sound shook the yellow sand in the sky, and the black smoke spewed from the rear of the car was like a mocking flag.
The once dilapidated bus is now covered with three layers of composite steel plates. The roof is the vibrant "Hope No. 1" Planting box, and the bottom is a reinforced chassis.
Impact? That's tickling me.
Shooting? Can't even rub off the paint.
In this wasteland where order collapsed, Zhang Tu lost his memory, but awakened the "phobia of lack of firepower" and "hoarding addiction" engraved in his bones.
For that damn sense of security, he wants to transform this car into the only Noah's Ark in the apocalypse.
