It’s so fun for a few players to get together and smoke.

Perhaps because he was enjoying smoking, a player wearing plate armor said: "Smoking alone is not interesting. I got a few bottles of good wine last time. Let's try it together."

The player wearing plate armor said and turned around to go back to his car to get the wine.

However, when he looked back, he found that his car was missing.

At first he suspected that he had misremembered the parking location, so he immediately walked over quickly and walked around the place where he was for several times, but still found nothing, not even a sign of a car.

"Where's my car?" The player wearing plate armor was confused.

It's bad enough that the car suddenly stops driving, but now that the car is missing, it's no longer a bad thing.

This can be fatal.

If the car can no longer be driven, there is still a chance to save it. If the car is lost, then there is nothing.

There are a lot of good things in his car, and there is even a hot weapon tied from the previous world.

"Did the hot weapon open the handcuffs on his own and drive away? No way, I obviously locked her in a cage with thumb-thick railings and she couldn't escape at all. What the hell is going on?"

The players wearing plate armor felt quite cold.

Hearing the exclamations of the plate armor players, other players quickly ran over.

"What's wrong?"

"What happened?"

"Is there an enemy?"

Several players asked in unison, with their hands on their weapons.

"No, my car is missing." The player wearing plate armor said with a sad face.

"How is it possible? How could such a big car be lost? You must have misremembered it and parked it somewhere else."

A player said with a cigar in his mouth.

"It's impossible. It's right here. It's this telephone pole. I was still on it for convenience. Look, the traces are right here. How could I remember it wrong?"

The player wearing plate armor looked like he was about to cry.

"Damn, what's going on? Is there a ghost?"

A player who likes reading supernatural novels said.

"What kind of ghosts are there? Someone else probably saw that there was no one in your car and drove away secretly. Remember to lock the car when you get off the car in the future. Look at me. I lock my car every time I get off the car."

Take out the key, and the car will definitely be lost...wait, where is my car?" The player who answered the call couldn't continue mid-sentence, because he was shocked to find that his car was also missing.

There was only one car key left in his hand, dangling from his finger.

"Monkey Leshete, where is my car?" His eyes were also red, and he was circling around anxiously, trying to find his car, but there was no trace of his car anywhere around, not even its shadow.

All gone.

"You guys are all bastards." At this time, the player wearing a beret walked over and said carelessly, "What's the use of taking the car key? People can open the car door with a crowbar.

Then open the wire box under the steering wheel and drive away as soon as the neutral and live wires are ignited. So, you have to follow my example and remove the steering wheel to be safe."

The beret said, took off the steering wheel from behind, and walked towards his parking space amidst the astonished eyes of everyone.

After turning a corner, the beret was stunned. He dropped the steering wheel in his hand and shouted: "Where is my car?"

Three people in a row lost their cars, and the remaining players didn't dare to watch the fun anymore, and ran to where they parked their cars to check the situation.

However, something horrified them happened: their cars disappeared.

Several players gathered together dejectedly. Beret lost control of his mood and said angrily to other players: "Someone among you must have stolen my car. Who stole it? Hand it over to me."

, otherwise, when my brother comes, you won’t be able to reap the benefits!”

The player wearing plate armor said: "Everyone is here, who can steal the car? Besides, everyone's car is lost, everyone is a victim, don't target your own people!"

"Whoever is one of your own, maybe your accomplice did it. You are here to help cover up and pretend to be a good person," the beret said with a sneer, "Humph, I don't care which of you stole the car, return it immediately.

Give it to me, and I can pretend that this never happened, otherwise, don’t blame me for being rude."

The beret said, pulling the bolt of the gun.

"What's going on, you still want to take action? Who is afraid of whom? It's like no one has a gun in his hand." Seeing this, another player also opened the safety.

Upon seeing this, several players around them raised their weapons one after another, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense, with a tense look.

At this moment, there was the sound of an engine in the distance. The beret looked back and saw two vehicles driving over from a distance. One was an obviously modified pickup truck with an anti-collision net installed on it.

Armor, rams, and an automatic machine gun on the roof.

A huge Tiger tank followed slowly behind.

"My cousin is here, hahaha."

The beret waved to the pickup truck not far away: "Cousin, I'm here, come here quickly."

The pickup truck and the Tiger tank slowly stopped. Looking at the oppressive Tiger tank, several players became frightened and took a few steps back involuntarily.

A middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket and a scar on his face jumped out of the pickup truck.

"What's wrong?" The middle-aged man strode over with an AR15 on his shoulder and asked as he walked.

"Cousin, my car was stolen by these guys, please help me get it back." The beret pointed at the players and said.

"Is there such a thing? Someone dares to steal my cousin's car?"

There was a cruel smile on the face of the scarred man, and he looked at several players, like a ferocious jackal seeing its prey.

"Which of you stole my cousin's car? Return it quickly, or I will make you regret coming to this world!"

"We said it was not stolen by us, and we are also victims. Our cars are also lost. If we want to steal cars, there is no need to make it so complicated, right? Wouldn't it be easier to just kill people and steal cars? What if it was really us?

He stole the car, do you think your cousin can survive until now?" said the player wearing plate armor.

"Stop talking nonsense, it must be you who did it. Return my car to me quickly!" The berets had reinforcements and were much more confident.

"Although I think what you said makes sense, someone must explain who made my cousin choose you. If you want to blame, you should blame your own fate."

The scarred man said, gesturing to the machine gunner on the Tiger tank: "Get rid of them."

However, the machine gunner ignored the scarred man's gesture, stared blankly at a place not far away, and stammered: "Boss, it's bad, your car ran away by itself!"Chapter completed!