'Shit ...'
Looking at the enemy's cars arriving one after another, with more and more people, Zhao Yu had a bad feeling.
If they were to rush over and surround their own people, there would probably be no way to turn the situation around ...
What to do?
Zhao Yu thought quickly. For now, the two Jeeps beside him and Gao ya were obviously their only hope.
Only these two cars could possibly bring them out of danger.
But ...
How should he deal with the sniper hiding in the dark? As long as he and Gao ya tried to drive, they would be sniped by the sniper.
F * ck!
I don't care!
In a hurry, Zhao Yu opened the door for the second time and helped the dead driver out of the car. Then, he lowered his head and got into the car. He turned the car key and wanted to start the car.