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#441 - Chapter 440: Chase on the Dunes



#441 - Chapter 440: Chase on the Dunes

The Sahara Desert.

“Tuduo, run! Don't worry about me!”

On the endless expanse of sand, a dark-skinned man looked utterly despairing. He stopped and shouted at the girl running ahead of him:

“Go quickly, I'll stay and hold them back!”

“Brother, no!”

Tuduo looked back at her brother, who had turned around. Her already red eyes became even more tearful, then she resolutely continued running forward.

She would never waste the opportunity her brother was risking his life for!

“Run quickly? None of you are going anywhere. You should take a good look at how we're going to play with your sister.”

Three large-wheeled desert ATVs drove up from behind. Each vehicle carried four or five dark-skinned men, who deliberately slowed their pace, trailing the siblings.

The only one sitting on the roof of a car, wearing a red hat, held a gun and laughed loudly:

“Run, ah, keep running! Why aren't you running anymore? Weren't you pretty good at running?”

The sunglasses-wearing guy in the passenger seat grinned widely:

“That's right, run! You've run all the way from Sand City to this Great Wasteland. Giving up now? Is that okay?!”

The scarred-face driver took a swig of alcohol:

“No way, definitely not okay. Run! My engine hasn't even warmed up yet. It's so boring to stop now!”

“You, please, let my sister go! I'll do anything!”

Tuduo knelt down and raised his hands above his head, kowtowing:

“I'll be your ox, your horse! I'm very strong and can do a lot of work. Just let my sister go.”

“You? Who do you think you are? Your only value is being chased by us. Hurry up and run!”

Bang!

Having said that, the red-hat on the car roof fired a shot near his feet, scaring Tuduo into a shiver.

He looked at the bullet hole near his feet, his voice filled with trembling:

“I'll run, can you not chase my sister?”

“That depends on how fast you run, hahaha, run!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three more shots landed near his feet. Tuduo wiped the sweat and tears from his eyes and quickly stood up, running in a direction away from his sister.

Even though he was soaked in sweat and his legs were constantly trembling, his eyes were full of determination.

He didn't expect to be able to draw all three vehicles over to him. Even if only one chased him, it would relieve some of the pressure on his sister.

But when he looked back, he found that none of the three vehicles paid him any attention. Instead, they slowly drove towards his sister.

The red-hat on the car roof was still pointing at him and laughing, mocking him as a clown.

“Chase me! Come on! Don't go!”

Tuduo shouted in despair, collapsing to his knees with a thud.

The long run had exhausted his strength, but thinking of his sister, he gritted his teeth and struggled to his feet, chasing after the vehicles.

“Chase me! Chase me!”

“Look, we're not chasing him, and he's chasing after us.”

The sunglasses-wearing guy in the passenger seat looked back and laughed:

“Looks like he can't bear to part with us. Shouldn't we reward him with something good?”

“That's right, he's trying so hard to chase us, we have to give him some kind of reaction.”

The red-hat raised the rifle in his hand, aiming at Tuduo's calf.

Bang!

“Ah le ah le, missed, hit the kidney, it's not good for a man to be hit there.”

“Your marksmanship is really trash.”

The sunglasses-wearing guy mocked the red-hat, then laughed and offered a good idea:

“Wouldn't it be fine if we made him unable to be a man?”

The red-hat covered his crotch: “Sh*t, you're a devil.”

“F*ck, I'm a genius, alright!” The sunglasses-wearing guy cursed.

The red-hat turned around, aiming at Tuduo: “A devil told me to shoot your little brother, you better pray to God to bless me so this shot jams.”

Hearing the red-hat's words, the passenger in the next car laughed:

“You should pray that the probability of you missing is higher, hahaha!”

Tuduo endured the severe pain coming from his waist, staring fixedly at this group of devils in front of him.

He no longer had any hope for his own life, he could only hope that he could take a few more shots to buy his sister a little more time.

“Look, he seems to want to dodge my bullets, could it be that he wants to buy time for his sister?”

The red-hat patted his belly, as if this was very funny.

The one-eyed man in the back seat of the next car laughed:

“Hoo ga ga ga, has he forgotten that we have three cars?”

Hearing these words, Tuduo realized that there were only two cars here, then it became very clear where the other one went.

“Let my sister go!”

“Yo, you're getting tough, I like it. When Lao San brings your sister here, let you, the loving brother, have a good look at how we're going to mess with her, ga ga ga ~”

Tuduo's eyes were bloodshot as he grabbed the sand on the ground, dragging his seriously injured body towards the ATV.

He hated his incompetence, hated his weakness.

But all he could do was seek death.

Sister, I have no face to see you, all I can do is not let you be humiliated in front of your brother, sister, live on!

“Haha, looks like he wants to die.”

“Still wants to die, no way.”

Bang!

The red-hat fired another shot, directly breaking Tuduo's thigh, leaving him to only struggle on the ground.

“Let's wait a while, Lao San will be here soon, who are we going to perform for if you die?”

“That's right, it's so boring without an audience.”

While the red-hat and the others waited, time quietly passed.

“It's been so long, why hasn't Lao San come yet? Could something have happened?”

“Lao Er, go up and take a look.”

In front of them was a large sand dune, going over it would give them a panoramic view of the situation on the other side.

The Sahara Desert, outskirts of Sand City.

After receiving the order, Lao Er started the ATV, preparing to drive up the sand dune.

“No need to go over.”

A voice came from the top of the hill.

They looked back and found a yellow-skinned man wearing a trench coat and sunglasses.

The voice just now came from the small speaker around his waist.

“I heard there's a guide from the Sahara Mire here?”

Lao Er, with a cigarette holder in his mouth, leaned out from the passenger seat:

“Who are you? A Chinese? Scram, scram, scram, there's no one you're looking for here.”

Qi Jing shook his head and said:

“No, I'm from the Kimchi Country.”

“Kimchi Country? People from the Kimchi Country should be fun to play with, I haven't played with people from the Kimchi Country yet, you, if you know what's good for you, quickly kneel down and roll down.”

Hearing that he was from the Kimchi Country, their attitude obviously changed.

Lao Er even took out a gun, pointing it at Qi Jing and ordering him to roll down the hill.

Qi Jing raised his right hand, making a pistol gesture, aiming at them:

“So people from the Kimchi Country are so popular, then I'll give you a little gift in return.”

His index finger gently tapped, and a small hole instantly appeared in Lao Er's heart, and the eggs of his subordinate behind his car seat were also pierced.

“Ah!”

Having a small hole punched through his heart wouldn't kill him immediately. Lao Er screamed in pain and immediately pulled the trigger in his hand.

“Sh*t, it hurts so much, I'll beat you to death, you grandson of a b*tch!”


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