How much money is this! Just left here, isn't it a waste?
Yesterday, that idiot Brother Dao tried to drive out of the map boundary, and got kicked offline by the system halfway through, plus he received a yellow card warning.
The Red Barrel in the passenger seat patted him on the shoulder, "Let's go, let's go."
The fully loaded truck's body sank a few inches, wobbling as it drove out of the trash heap.
The players were still chatting on the truck, not realizing they were already being followed.
"Hey, Red Barrel." Rainy Night asked while playing with his handgun, "How far did you guys get in that instance?"
Even with more than twenty players and the entire forum's cloud player guide team combined, they still had a tough time against Phoenix Club. A direct attack wasn't successful at all, even following the standard game strategy process they explored, sneaking in from upstairs with the help of their hacker always ended up being discovered by the enemy hacker.
