Rebirth of the 1980s: The Military Industry Empire

Suddenly encountering a roadblock robbery by the Kitchen Knife Gang, Qin Yang didn't hesitate and stepped on the gas to ram through. Weren't the Kitchen Knife Gang supposed to be tough guys? Why did they chicken out at the last moment? Otherwise, half of them would have been sent flying!

Qin Yang was naturally dissatisfied with this outcome, but with Xiao Qian in the car, he couldn't risk her safety, so he had to drive away for now.

Before long, a truck transporting supplies to Factory 960 came from the opposite direction, so Qin Yang put Xiao Qian on the truck and told them to take a detour back to the factory. Qin Yang himself drove the Hummer back for a second strike.

These guys hadn't left yet! Good, since they weren't leaving, then they shouldn't even think about leaving!

The military Hummer was not something these guys could deal with. Neither kitchen knives nor stones could damage it. At this moment, Qin Yang was relaxed inside, watching the people outside rage.

At this time, Big Lockhead had guessed: this kind of car must be a military vehicle, and a special military vehicle! The person in the car must have an extraordinary identity. But what was Big Lockhead afraid of? Their Kitchen Knife Gang had built its reputation on fearlessness. Now that San'er was dead, they had to avenge their brother.

It was just a pity that this thing was like a tortoise shell, impossible to break open. Looking at the person inside, everyone was furious.

At this moment, Qin Yang's right foot came across, heel on the brake, toes revving the engine, the RPMs soaring to four thousand, pull the handbrake, release the heel from the brake, turn the steering wheel, the tires and the ground fiercely rubbing, making a screeching sound, while the car body began to turn sideways!

The small thugs who were surrounding the Hummer, planning to sabotage it, couldn't react in time and were instantly knocked flying, screaming miserably.

Ah, ah!

Amidst the screams, the furious Big Lockhead had appeared on the hood. When the Hummer spun in place, he had adapted to the situation, jumped up, grabbed the windshield wiper frame with both hands, and shouted loudly: "I will kill you today, kill you!"

"Really?" Qin Yang laughed in the car: "Where's your weapon? You even threw away your kitchen knife!"

"Even if I have to use my teeth, I can bite you to death!" Big Lockhead shouted loudly: "After killing someone from our Kitchen Knife Gang, you will never have peace!"

"Really?" Qin Yang released the handbrake, straightened the steering wheel, the huge Hummer no longer spinning, but driving straight forward. In front of it was the 130 blocking the road!

The thug driving the 130 stared at the Hummer crashing towards him, his mind blank. What to do, what to do?

Twenty meters, ten meters, five meters!

A sharp braking sound rang out, Big Lockhead's body flew forward, but his arms held him back.

His hands tightly gripped the wipers with tremendous inertia, as if they were pliers. These wipers were really sturdy! Did he want to use this method to throw himself out and be crushed into a meat patty between the 130 and this broken car? No way!

Sputter, sputter, sputter!

Several streams of water suddenly spurted out, spraying onto the glass, splashing everywhere. Big Lockhead was stunned, what was this? As his attention shifted, his hands involuntarily loosened.

In the eighties, who had ever seen a dedicated water spray device next to the wipers?

Just a moment of hesitation, and Big Lockhead was ambushed!

His hands slightly loosened, and he could no longer grab the two wiper frames, as if he were holding an eel, slipping out of his hands. His body lunged forward, rolled off the hood, and slammed into the cargo box of the 130 with a thud.

Bang!

The Hummer crashed hard! Crashing into the cargo box of the 130!

Military vehicles have always been unafraid of collisions, and the Hummer was even more powerful. The side of the 130 that was hit lifted up, the wheels rising more than a meter high, almost flipping over. The thug responsible for driving screamed and gripped the steering wheel tightly.

The Hummer reversed, and the 130 landed with a bang. Qin Yang looked over, sighing regretfully, there was no splashing blood or flying minced meat on the carriage.

When he was thrown off just now, Big Lockhead simply took advantage of the momentum to roll on the spot, rolling from under the 130's carriage to the other side.

Even so, it wasn't absolutely safe. If the 130 were to be overturned, he would still be crushed underneath. Now, watching the car body only turning thirty degrees before turning back, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, then rolled and crawled, retreating more than ten meters, panting heavily.

Big Lockhead originally thought he wasn't afraid of death, but now that he had escaped death, he felt his legs trembling uncontrollably, and the ground beneath his feet seemed to be shaking as well.

No, it was really shaking!

He turned his head in surprise and saw... tanks!

One, two, three... a full five tanks were speeding over, the tracks turning with a clatter, crushing the ground. The whole earth seemed to tremble with fear. On the turret of the first tank stood a person with a cold expression, pushing the anti-aircraft machine gun on top, aiming it here.

When he saw the dark muzzle, Big Lockhead only felt that he was too small, and something flowed out from his crotch.

The Kitchen Knife Gang had traveled south and north, forcing many local bullies to kneel and beg for mercy, but that was just the world of small-time thugs. The most weapons they used were some explosives. Where had they ever seen the formation of tanks charging?

The tanks drove off the roadbed, flanking from both sides. At this time, the thugs had lost their edge and were no longer attacking the Hummer. Many people were panting heavily, and some who were injured were still screaming. The scene was horrible.

Standing on the turret of the first tank, Lin Heping helplessly shook his head. Xiao Yang, we've gone a little too far! They're just some small-time thugs with kitchen knives, is it necessary to be so ruthless?

The vehicle that came to deliver the goods picked up Nie Xiaoqian and sped along the small road to Factory 960. After receiving the news that someone was robbing on the road, Lin Heping immediately brought people over. These tanks were of course the tanks that their factory was modifying, just to test drive for customers.

Five tanks surrounded the thugs, and these people were all dumbfounded.

"Yangzi, are you okay?" Zhang Chao jumped down from one of the tanks and ran towards the Hummer. Seeing the Hummer being hacked with pits and bumps, Zhang Chao was a little worried about Qin Yang.

"Hey, if you guys had come a little later, I would have been able to cripple everyone. Now it's not easy to do it."

"Hmph, our Kitchen Knife Gang has more than five thousand people, why don't you just kill us all? As long as one of us is left, we will avenge us!"

"Avenge you? You've got the wrong target, right?" Qin Yang looked at the thug who was talking tough: "Who told you to come? You've been harmed by that person, haven't you?"