It's okay for me to bully my wife for the sake of the young master's dignity, right?

Chapter 663 [081] First experience with the steering wheel

"Dear passengers, the destination of this journey is——"

With no sense of confidentiality, Ibash stole a large cargo truck and drove it while loudly imitating a passenger driver, successfully attracting the attention of the Spider.

The truck drifted, creating waves of bricks and powder, and made a brilliant appearance under the lock of the searchlight on the separation wall.

"Young Master, please get on the bus! The next stop is the outer city, where the crime rate is extremely high, but the food is cheap!"

At this time, Ibash had changed back into his long windbreaker and long boots to protect against acid rain, and also put on his funny ghost mask. To be honest, his white windbreaker and white long boots were similar to Han Shiyu's, but not as clean as the other.

While Han Shiyu was standing in front of Han Huiyong's body in a daze, Qin Jiandan quickly jumped into the passenger seat.

Blizzards howled in the hexagonal pores of 3D cement bricks, the special steel legs of the spider tank pierced into the UHPC-7 brick body, and the compressive structure disintegrated into nano-scale dust under hydraulic shock.

"Drive quickly! Stop talking nonsense! The Spider Tank is about to fire at us!"

The barrel of the Gatling gun on the back of the tank was spinning rapidly, and Ibash turned the steering wheel sharply, allowing the truck to barely avoid six red bullet chains.

The deadly machine gun swept across the snow curtain, but Mu Yue in white stood still without looking for cover. Although it was just a quick glance from the rearview mirror, Qin Jiandan still read the loneliness and confusion of the other party.

This little orange boy who possesses 1/4 of Mu Yue’s memory is indeed in a self-identity crisis.

The Gatling shells burned out three concentric melt marks in the snow. The four Spider tanks that were approaching for encirclement moved in sync. The 4mm depleted uranium armor-piercing shells, liquid nitrogen freezing bombs, and electromagnetic pulse bombs were woven into a three-dimensional strangulation web in the air.

"Master Qin, you drive!"

"Me? I can't fucking drive, don't you know that?"

Ibash let go of the steering wheel, jumped out of the car window onto the truck bed, and made way for Qin Jiandan's driver's seat.

"How difficult is it to learn how to drive? Master Qin, all you have to do is hold the steering wheel tightly and step on the accelerator to the bottom! In order to let the truck and us pass through the isolation wall together, I need to concentrate on micro-manipulating the subspace ability!"

The ammunition belts illuminated the night sky and snowflakes red, easily penetrating the truck armor and bringing with them the choking smell of gunpowder. However, all the shells that could hit key positions were captured by subspace particles, spiraling with dark ripples and then disappearing without a trace.

By directing the enemy's attacks into his own subspace, Ibash can actually control his supernatural powers to such a precise degree!

If you traveled back to "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" and went to borrow arrows on the straw boat, you wouldn't even have to put up the straw men on the boat. Cao Cao would be at a huge loss!

Compared to Ibash's skillful use of space folding to wipe out the shells, Qin Jiandan, who took over the steering wheel, was sweating profusely.

This was his first time driving a car, and he was surrounded by fire from all sides from the Spider Tanks!
No matter what, aim at the checkpoint of the isolation wall and kick the floor! If your subspace ability doesn't work, Ibash, let's force our way through!

Hey, hey, hey, why is the front of the car tilted? Why can't I keep going forward the more I hold the steering wheel? Ahhh, I'm going to hit the wall! Although I'm not afraid of car accidents, I'm going to hit the wall!
At the same time, more than 20 meters outside the isolation wall, three Dongcheng men wrapped in synthetic fiber cotton jackets squatted behind the broken wall to avoid the wind and snow, and shared the mutant lizard skewers they had obtained with great difficulty by the light of the burning coal in the iron bucket.

"Tsk, those martial artists from the Night Dragon Society brag about how righteous they are every day, but in the end, all the resources are tilted towards the Border Town Special Zone. They don't even know how to give money to homeless people like us. Their young master can generate heat with his muscles, but I'm almost frozen into a popsicle!"

"That's right," another person responded, "The Han family has openly broken with the Night Dragon Society, so why hasn't the Night Dragon Society started an all-out war with the Han family? Yesterday, the city police came to forcibly search for some "illegal prosthetics" and confiscated the second-hand robotic arm that I saved up for three years to buy!"

The third man ate the venom gland of a barbecued lizard and spat it into the snow.

"Eh? The Night Dragon Society doesn't care? They, the people in the inner city, can afford bionic eyes inlaid with gold and diamonds, but we, the people in the outer city, are not even worthy of an iron claw?"

"Well... technically speaking, my robotic arm was stolen... But even so, the Night Dragon Society shouldn't just sit there and watch the city police confiscate my robotic arm and return it to the owner!"

This person didn't realize at all that the one who confiscated his robotic arm was not the Inner City Police Department, but the New East City Police Department which was affiliated with the Night Dragon Society.

The three of them were talking bad about the Night Dragon Society, when suddenly a large truck rushed out from a black energy transmission circle on the isolation wall with the roar of its engine. "Get out of the way! I can't drive!"

Qin Jiandan held the steering wheel, and even though he had passed through the isolation wall through the subspace without any damage, he still forgot to remove the floor oil under his feet.

The three homeless men were so frightened that their faces turned whiter than snow, and they fled in all directions, rolling and crawling. The barbecued lizard skewers fell to the ground, and the iron barrel of fuel coal used for heating was also overturned by the truck, sending sparks all over the sky.

"Ahhh, isn't it the Young Master of the Night Dragon Society who's driving?"

"Master Qin is too stingy. Why does he want to hit us to death with a truck just because we said something bad?"

"Where did this truck come from? What kind of martial artist is it to use a truck as a weapon to hit someone?"

Qin Jiandan didn't bother to pay attention to them, and didn't even hear their shouts. After finally driving the truck onto a relatively flat road, Qin Jiandan turned around and called Ibash to take over.

"Come back quickly! I think I broke the accelerator! How do I stop the car?"

"Holy crap! Why are there so many billboards floating in the air?"

What Qin Jiandan mistook for a billboard was actually a group of black people holding up low-charged luminous signs to protest.

The sign was written with crooked Chinese characters using the luminous body fluid of mutant squids, such as "Black Lives Matter" and "Boycott Nietzsche Cotton".

This road was built at the expense of the Yelong Society. Although there are some street lights erected along the road, the lighting is not enough at night, let alone on a night with a heavy snowstorm.

It was unknown which farm these black people had escaped from, and they encountered a blizzard halfway through the protest. The black people's skin color further reduced Qin Jiandan's visibility.

"Bang! Bang! Duang! Puff! Oooooh—clang!"

A large group of black people were all hit by the truck and flew away, just like a bowling grand slam, and were thrown out in a gorgeous parabola in the blizzard.

With the help of Ibash, Qin Jiandan finally stopped the car safely. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and jumped out of the car.

Ibash looked at the more than 20 black people who fell to the ground, holding his stomach and laughing.

"Funny! So funny! Master Qin, you are a comedy genius beyond my expectation! I am very happy to cooperate with you this time. I will come to you again next time!"

"Wait! When will you arrange for me to meet Han Tiancheng?"

Ibash did not answer, he smiled and dissolved his body into the subspace.

Qin Jiandan, who caused the traffic accident, looked around and saw that there were almost no private cars in Dongcheng, and there were no traffic police.

"Humph, which farm let the black people out because of lax supervision? This is the owner's fault. He deserves the loss of property!"

Qin Jiandan left the smoking truck and the black people on the ground, and didn't care what the Spider Tank did to them later.

If there are no special instructions, the Spider Chariot's duty is to maintain law and order near the isolation wall and will not chase too far.

The spider chariots did not find Qin Jiandan who had slipped away, so they bombarded the trucks with various shells. The aftermath of the freezing bombs covered the unconscious black people with an ice shell, which looked like a bunch of ice sculptures as performance art from a distance.

After returning to the headquarters of the Night Dragon Society, the first thing Qin Jiandan did was to find Doctor Li, who had not yet gone to bed, and gave him the blood sample of Jujuzi for testing.

"Doctor Li, you must have Tiger Chi's genetic data, right? Use this tube of blood to do a paternity test with Tiger Chi. Tell me the result as soon as possible, and don't tell anyone else before you tell me!"

(End of this chapter)