"Get out!"
A dull roar erupted from the front of the vehicle, and two elite soldiers who had just climbed in were thrown out, their arms broken, chests caved in, blood spraying from their mouths.
A man as burly as a mountain god emerged from the cockpit, holding a metal shield in his hand that resembled a long sword, with a bluish tint on its surface.
"He Jie," Liang Kuan growled without looking back.
"Here I come!"
He Jie emerged from the cab, holding a 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun in one hand, its barrel still smoking.
He strode to Liang Kuan's side and pulled the trigger at the two people still in the air—
"Rat-tat-tat-tat!"
The violent firepower instantly shredded the two, their flesh and blood exploding in the rain of bullets. He Jie squinted, the cigarette tip flickering in the rain, and said coldly, "Playing tricks on me, huh?"
The brutal combat style made Tailless Fox's eyes twitch involuntarily.
