God knows where this group of Vortex Gang lunatics snatched it from.
The drone's bullets are just enough to scratch it, even the large-caliber machine guns on the hovercars can't penetrate it instantly.
Huang Ban's armored vehicle seemed like a stray dog on the roadside in front of it, kicked to death with a single stomp.
The Huang Ban agents hurriedly dodged the truck; no one dared to stop it, and the defense line was immediately breached. The Vortex Gang convoy behind followed closely and rushed into the street, even the driver held a steering wheel with one hand and a submachine gun with the other, recklessly firing at the agents on the street and in the buildings.
The numbers far exceeded those of Huang Ban's agents, compensating for the lack of firepower, pinning the Huang Ban agents in street shops down, barely allowing them to lift their heads.
