I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The bm-21 rocket launcher, nicknamed "Hail", also known as the "Stalin Organ" in the early days, was equipped with the Soviet Army before 1964 and has been in use ever since. It can be seen in the Afghan war and the Iran-Iraq war. Even today in military modernization, this rude weapon has not withdrawn from the stage of history.

The 122mm 4-barrel rocket launcher, which is towed by a small military truck, is a relatively simple type of rocket launcher.

But don't look at the "this little guy", its appearance is not good, its rocket launcher volley can achieve the horror of the above hit no difference, once it has a relationship with her beyond normal friendship, it really has to be quite conscious.

The one hundred dollar bill was shot on the table, and Jiang Chen did not wait for the waiter to find the money and walked directly outside the door.

The gentleman opened the door for Natasha, and Jiang Chen went to the driver's seat and sat down.

"Don't drink alcohol?"

Opening the blushing lips, Natasha made a scent of wine inside the car.

"Don't you find yourself drinking all the time?" Jiang Chen said, reaching out and spinning the car key. "Where is your home?"

Natasha smiled and looked at Jiang Chen without talking.

That look is like saying: "At this time, shouldn’t the gentleman invite me to take a bath at your house?"

"Well, I will send you back to the embassy."

"Don't!" Natasha hurried, and glanced at Jiang Chen.

This appearance appeared in the embassy. How can she maintain her majesty before her own ministry?

"Your apartment?" Jiang Chen said succinctly.

With his red lips, Natasha seemed to be poked on the gps screen.

"Tie a seat belt." She grinned at her unwillingness, Jiang Chen opened the window, and then stepped on the gas pedal and got on the road.

The sea breeze blows away the alcohol of the car.

"Are you afraid?"

"I have something to fear." Jiang Chen smiled.

This is true, he is not afraid of anything.

The chest was wet, and it was a little cold when it was blown by the wind. Natasha drunk and reached out to close the window.

"Afraid of the identity of the KGB, or afraid of surpassing friendship with agents?"

Jiang Chen did not speak, and reached out to open the music of the car.

Natasha gave a look at Jiang Chen, and she felt like she was pouting, and she did not have a voice. I glanced at her through the mirror, but only saw a drunken look. The half-squinting eyes, Jiang Chen did not understand what she was thinking.

Soon the car stopped at the door of her house.

Breathing, Natasha pulled away the seat belt that deformed her chest.

"It's time to change the car, the glass is bulletproof, but the hood and fuel tank are only covered with aluminum alloy."

Jiang Chen squatted and laughed.

"What do you mean, someone wants to kill me?"

"You must wait until someone wants to kill you, do you know that you are safe? You can't be afraid of death." Natasha glanced at him, licking the long blond hair and stepping out of the door with her legs.

It is also said that Jiang Chen nodded his head and touched his chin.

If you don't wait to solve this strange tide, find a few cool cars in the sixth block to find a car designer who knows the car design?

Seeing that Natasha had already walked to the door of the hut, Jiang Chen suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to talk about it, and quickly said.

"Right, the matter of the arms..."

"I am dizzy now, you can send me a text message on the line, and I will be in contact with the country for two hours in the morning." Impatiently waved his hand, Natasha held her head and walked toward the house.

Really no problem?

Looking at her swaying look, Jiang Chen was really worried.

Seeing her closing the door, Jiang Chen was relieved and started to drive back in the direction of the home. (To be continued.)