"Yes, the more famous symbiotic type..."
Before Song Yarong could finish speaking, Sun Hang suddenly felt a malicious gaze piercing through the car's shell and landing on him. At the same time, a not-so-intense sense of danger surged up.
"Get down." Sun Hang said, and simultaneously, the mycelium rapidly spread out, forming an impervious barrier in front of him.
"Huh?" Song Yarong was stunned for a moment, completely failing to understand what Sun Hang was saying.
Just then, a light SUV with military license plates passed by from the opposite direction, and the moment the two vehicles met, two assault rifles suddenly poked out from the SUV's window, unleashing a fierce barrage at the van where Sun Hang and the others were!
As a government vehicle for urban use, the van wasn't equipped with armored steel plates. The bullets pierced through the shell instantly, and Song Yarong let out a muffled groan, immediately collapsing onto her seat.
