Before Global Motorisation, I Bought a Heavy Truck

After Yang Fan found out that Huang Quan rescued him, he still sighed with emotion. He had already bought a car when he knew it. He has always been caring for the driver.

"Is the man in front your friend, running so fast?"

Lin Qing rode Juechen with full horsepower, and in a few seconds he drove out the Huangquan, which had a top speed of 50 kilometers per hour.

There is no way, the condition of the car determines the destiny, and the weight of several hundred tons was not born for rushing at the beginning of the design.

Glancing at the disappearing taillights, Huang Quan has a black face, "I just met today, this kid is not a good thing."

Behind him, a fierce rat army rushed in with twitter, Huang Quan had no time to scold Lin Qing, the accelerator almost stepped on the gas tank, and all the strength of the milk came out.

His speed is slow, this is a drawback, there is no way.

In this case, he can only run his life, so many rats, being caught up to him, gnawed him into scum in minutes.

After a short while, Huang Quan chased Lin Qing's **** to the gas station. He could live with him, and he would die sooner or later when he left.

Fifty meters behind, the mouse is still chasing after him, one by one glowing red, waiting to eat a big meal.

Crouching in the carriage, Yang Fan was battered with tears and snot, and several times the mouse quickly climbed into the car, making him frightened.

"Boom! Boom!"

At the gas station, Lin Qing hammered on the ground with a pair of iron fists. He smashed the ground into a large pit several meters deep. The gasoline sprayed out like a fountain, and the air was full of oily smell.

"Fuck, crouch, crouch." Seeing Lin Qing, before Huang Quan had time to be happy, Yang Fan made several crouching exits.

"Slow down, don't run, don't grind sparks on the soles of your feet, this is gasoline, watch out for explosions."

"What are you doing in a daze, run!"

Lin Qing turned around and slid away, standing a few tens of meters away, took the long knife that was all broken on his back and pinched it into a ball, ready to throw it over.

This knife is just ordinary steel. After cutting so many steel beasts, it is about to be scrapped and cannot be used.

Huang Quan was shocked by his actions and sweated, "Hey, wait, I haven't run far yet."

"That's too late."

Looking at the rat army that had chased the gas station, Lin Qing smashed a steel ball.

Regardless of whether the soles of his feet could grind sparks, Huang Quan would run away if he stepped on the accelerator.

A few seconds later, the steel ball hit the ground of the gas station and sparked out, igniting the gasoline that had not yet evaporated in the air, and even lit the bottom oil pool.

"boom!"

An explosion that can be heard throughout the city, a mushroom cloud floated above the gas station, and a high-temperature air wave quickly rushed towards the surroundings.

The mouse army got close, first being overturned by the air wave, and then the body was melted by the high temperature.

A few hundred meters of glass near the gas station was shattered, and all the debris on the street facade was washed away.

Lin Qing turned into a mecha and jumped into a residential complex. He was basically unharmed. Huang Quan was miserable. He protected Yang Fan and ran into a shop on the street. Most of his **** was burned by the heat outside.

After waiting for a few minutes, Lin Qing ran out, and asked concerned: "Old Huang, are you okay?"

"I thank you ancestors for eight lifetimes." Huang Quan's back is all black, and this will cry without tears, "How about Fanzi?"

"Ah, what are you talking about?"

"I said, is there anything wrong with you?"

Yang Fan's ears were buzzing, and he couldn't hear clearly. He covered his ears and opened his mouth when the explosion exploded. Otherwise, he would not be killed. This shock wave could also turn him into an idiot.

"It should be okay, let's go first, I can't stand it when a bigger monster comes." Lin Qing urged.

The three of them fled the city and ran to the suburbs before Yang Fan regained his sense of hearing, and kept pouring bitter water with Huangquan.

"You said I was not the chairman of the board in Qingzhou. You called me to make a **** investment, and I almost missed my life."

"I'll save you right now. The person who doesn't have your driver's license may have died early in Qingzhou."

"Fart, I don't know how to drive, my family has it, and my brother has a helicopter, what will happen?"

"Ahem, who is right about destiny? It's interesting to say that I have found you for a day. I went to the hotel to find you in the morning and lost a few brothers' lives."

Yang Fan was silent, "I ran in the morning before it was light, and then was chased and bitten by a robot dog somehow. I hid in a convenience store until I came out at night until I met you."

"No wonder we can't find you." Huang Quan sighed.

Leaning over, Lin Qing looked at this handsome young man with golden glasses: "Brother, what is your name?"

"His name is Yang Fan, my college roommate is from Qingzhou, and his family is rich, and the governor is his uncle."

"Damn, what are you saying about this?" Lin Qing angered Huang Quan, "I make friends and never look at each other's money, no matter how poor he is, can I be poor?"

"Brother Yang, isn't it? Huangquan, what's the best place to sit on this wreck, come to my cab, there is a lot of space, and I have time."

Huang Quan sneered, "Hehe, you think he is the kind..."

"Thanks, brother." With a snot, Yang Fan hugged his arms and said: "Actually, I wanted to get in your car a long time ago. Huangquan is slower than running, and the car is deadly cold."

Lin Qing opened the car door and let Yang Fan get in the car, "There is bread and water in the car. If you are hungry, make up for it."

This is what he bought yesterday and didn't finish it.

"Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"You are polite, it's all my own."

The Governor of Qingzhou is another gangster, and he is in charge of the Qingzhou Military Region camp. Huang Quan followed this gangster in his previous life.

It seems that Yang Fan should be the one who is in the line.

On the first day of the catastrophe, I met two big guys. Lin Qing admired his luck a little bit, and heard Yang Fan said that his brother had a helicopter, which was awesome.

Turning on the air conditioner, I ordered Shouyi Water, Lin Qing slowed down and kept pace with Huang Quan: "Lao Huang, you should not be a local, why are you going to Qingzhou this time?"

"My home was originally from Qingzhou, and I came here to supervise the construction site."

"What a family, mine dump trucks are bought at home to play, and everyone else is linked to the company."

"A small family of 8 billion yuan." Huang Quan said lightly: "The purpose of setting up a company is to deduct taxes, and I am not short of money, so I naturally put it under my name."

"By the way, I took pictures and sent it to the circle of friends to pretend to be forced." Yang Fan continued, "You said why your life is so good, you bought a car randomly, but you didn't drive it a few times. I have never seen anyone older than you along the way."

"I knew that this day, I went bankrupt and bought a luxury yacht, several hundred meters long, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people."

Huang Quan narrowed his mouth, "Just brag, even if you can afford to buy a boat in Qingzhou? The largest private yacht in China is only 120 meters, and it is still on Hong Kong Island."

There are a lot of wealthy people in China, but the geographical conditions are limited. There are not many people who play yachts. Those who have yachts are also affiliated with companies. There are only dozens of people who are really in the name, and only a few large ones.

He talked about business there last year and was entertained on a boat, 120 meters long, capable of parking helicopters, bars, hotels, restaurants and swimming pools.

"You are talking about the emperor of Long Sihai." Huang Quan knew who Lin Qing was when he said it.

"You know?" Huang Quan was slightly surprised.

"Know a little, an old tortoise who is afraid of death."