The thrill from the recoil of the machine gun was almost as satisfying to him as ingesting a Purple Mood!
His blood boiling, he even shouted,
"Yes! For Super Earth!!! Hahahaha!!!"
His laughter was bloodthirsty and manic.
If the street punks weren't newbies now, they'd probably have customized two machetes and charged into the crowd in a Sianweistan, cutting everything down.
Kill them all! Kill them all! Kill them all!!!
What crap is the Ote spirit, lost thousands of years ago.
After the gang players burst out of the gate, the gang's defeat was unstoppable.
From the initial retreat to sneaking away, then turning into an uncontrollable rout.
Watching the vehicles scatter like a disorderly mob, Albertson gritted her teeth, wishing she could step in personally and point a gun at these people's heads, forcing them to fight to the death!
"Min...Minister...what...what should we do now?"
