"A tank?" Zhao Yu turned around and was shocked. "Where did this thing come from?"
"Considering its design, I think it's probably a classic 97, a Japanese signature tank used in the second world war. But..." Li Jing looked at the tank with her phone's light and said, "This is an improved structure. Look at the barrel of its gun. On the international battlefield, Japanese tanks have always been a weak point. It is said that they had secretly developed a new tank in 1945. Maybe this is it."
"Captain Li. Turn off your cell phone," Xiao Hang urged. "I hear something. They might have caught up with us again."
Li Jing immediately turned off her cell phone and together with Zhao Yu, she lifted the still unconscious Cui Lizhu.
While carrying Cui Lizhu, Zhao Yu used an antidote on her. Unexpectedly, Cui Lizhu had been stuck with too many anesthesia-laced needles. If Zhao Yu wanted to wake her up, he had to spend a lot of points to enhance the antidote.