The motorcycle, which was being fired at by dense bullets, remained in the same spot and continued to rush over.
"Damn it! Move! Move! Retreat!"
The Burmese man who was filled with bloodlust finally noticed something amiss and shouted loudly.
There was no one on the motorcycle! They had done something to the motorcycle! Even if they finished firing their bullets, the motorcycle wouldn't stop!
There was only one motorcycle with its tail lights lit up. No one was riding it. The motorcycle couldn't turn on its own. When it rushed out of the corner, it would fall down the cliff.
Bang!
A bullet was fired from the rifle in Ye Jian's hand. It cut through the air and headed toward the motorcycle fuel tank.
Bang!
Another bullet rushed out of the barrel and followed the first bullet.
The first bullet hit the motorcycle's fuel tank. The second bullet, which was less than 0.01 seconds slower, also hit the fuel tank.
Boom!
