Old Joe’s body is too obvious, even if he doesn’t have that armor now, his hair is in a mess, and even his eyes are swollen.
But everyone recognized him at once.
All eyes followed him.
Everyone looked at the immortal old Joe and Kalashnikov and the two soldiers who were followed by them.
Quiet before the storm
I don’t know why Knox thought of this word.
Sure enough, the two soldiers left soon after the undead old Joe was released.
The gate of the prisoner camp
And then …
Whoo!
It seems that with a gust of wind whoosh, everyone gets up and stares at the immortal old Joe. Even Knox, who is not the main target, feels that these people’s eyes seem to have substantial power to burn people’s skin.
The immortal old Joe didn’t panic but said, "Is this the answer you handed over?"
"The door of the Hall of the Ghost will never be open to you! You will always sink … "
Joe!’
A big fellow interrupted him, and the crowd took the initiative to walk in front of the immortal old Joe.
Old Joe, who is immortal, cast a glance where this man seems to have met, but he has no impression.
Take a look at the skin color. Although the white pigment has been washed away, this man is obviously a war boy. He used to be a death squad.
When the big fellow didn’t give the immortal old Joe to continue thinking, he directly grabbed the immortal old Joe and grabbed him by the collar.
"I want to ask you a question-where did my oil go? ！”
"ha? ? ？”
Old Jorgen doesn’t know what he said.
"I am oil! I said I put gasoline in the trunk. Where did it go? ！”
"Gasoline in the trunk?" Old Joe muttered to himself, and finally a flash of light flashed through his brain.
That was before I entered the swamp.
At that time, he had a premonition that there was a shortage of gasoline, and he also needed to throw some people as cannon fodder to slow down the speed of armored vehicles.
So he took advantage of the night to take some gas from some people’s trunks …
Well, he just stole the oil.
He couldn’t have been driving in the desert for two days without those stolen gasoline.
……
"Remember? You are an oil thief! "
The immortal old Joe was shaken by the big fellow and returned to reality from memory again.
He stared at the small war in front of him.
I don’t know why he reacted so much.
Didn’t you just take some oil from him?
Isn’t that what it should be?
These people give them everything by themselves …
Now these people are not loyal to him, but they surrender to the enemy. How dare they question themselves in turn?
Old Joe is not without temper!
He has been wronged enough.
