"Boom~"

A deafening sound was like a loud noise of the collapse of the world, which suddenly tore apart the already dangerous space. The sound carried the overwhelming momentum, as if it was to pull the world into pieces, making everything around tremble and shrank under this majestic force. In an instant, the fire light surged up, and the hot waves of fire were like a hideous giant beast with its teeth and claws, raging wildly in all directions, rolling around, and the rolling smoke was wrapped in a pungent smell of gunpowder, spreading rapidly, completely covering the area with a doomsday scene.

An air-to-ground missile, like a black lightning that cut through the sky, was wrapped in a sharp and almost shrill whistling sound, roaring through the vast sky at a terrifying speed. The whistling sound was just like the cold and ruthless roar of the god of death waving a sickle, and rushed straight towards the car that Long Zhan and the others were riding. At this moment, the car was galloping along this road full of dangers and thorns, like a lamb chasing closely by several beasts, besieged in desperate situations, panicking in desperate situations, and was shrouded in the shadow of death every second, and could be ruthlessly swallowed and disappeared into this world of war.

However, fate seemed to be making a subtle joke at this moment. This missile, which was coming in a fierce and accurate manner, deviated from its target at the critical moment and failed to hit the car carrying hope and crisis. The reason for this is, on the one hand, the complex and elusive interference of the drone technology, made the missile's originally accurate navigation system like a drunkard who was lost in the maze, dizzy and completely lost its original accuracy; on the other hand, the situation on the road was extremely chaotic, as if it was a real writing of a purgatory on earth.

Shining. All kinds of vehicles scattered everywhere, some have been destroyed by the war and are unrecognizable, with thick smoke; some collide with each other and squeeze together, and the twisted metal parts emit a strange light under the reflection of the fire. The panicked crowd ran around, crying and helping intertwined, and the sounds of hurting people's hearts. The smoke of gunpowder was like a heavy mist, blurring the whole world. This complex and dangerous environment made the tracking of missiles extremely difficult, and in the end they could only pass by the target helplessly.

The missile flew over the edge of the car with a unwilling aura and exploded on the ground not far away. A huge bomb crater appeared instantly, dust and stones were thrown high into the sky, and then fell like raindrops, smashing on the surrounding vehicles and ground. The vehicles hit made dull sounds, and the bodies of the car were smashed into dents of different sizes; dense pits were also smashed on the ground, as if the earth was ruthlessly whipped by this disaster, leaving shocking scars.

Just the next second when the missile and the car were thrilled, a trace of determination and courage flashed in Long Zhan's deep eyes. His hands were as if they were cast by steel, holding the steering wheel tightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force. Then, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and his whole aura seemed to be integrated with the car. The car instantly rushed towards the scene of the battle like lightning. At this moment, Long Zhan's face was full of perseverance, and beads of sweat as big as beans kept rolling down from his forehead, passing through his vicissitudes of face.

Pang, but this could not affect his focused and firm expression at all. Under his control, the car was like a lively cheetah, flexibly shuttled through the chaotic and maze-like streets. On both sides of the street, burning buildings kept spitting out flames, and heat waves came one after another; the crowds of people running around dodged around the car in panic, screaming in horror from time to time. Long Zhan cleverly avoided one abandoned vehicle after another, avoided the smoke and dust caused by explosions, and finally stopped steadily behind a blown car.

That was the third off-road vehicle that was hit by an air defense missile before. At this moment, it had become a burning fireball. The flames were like greedy fire snakes, licking every part of the car body wantonly. The rolling smoke rose up like an evil dragon with its teeth and claws, gradually gathering in the sky, forming a huge and depressing dark cloud, covering the surrounding light into a dull light. Such a car acted as a cover in front, fighting on this bare, unobstructed road like a death desert, which undoubtedly provides crucial gains for the next battle and becomes a solid line of defense for them in this cruel battle.

The first person to get out of the car was Ston Butch. His body was as strong as a cheetah ready to go, and his body exuded an innate fighting atmosphere. The submachine gun tightly held in his hand seemed to be no longer a cold weapon, but a part of his body, closely connected with his will. His eyes were burning with a raging fire of battle, the flames were hot and firm, as if they could burn all the enemies. He opened the car door without hesitation, his movements were swift and smooth, like a black lightning bolt, and instantly rushed behind the fired car.

As soon as he approached the burning car, an unbearable high temperature hit him. The heat emitted by the flames seemed to ignite the air around him. His face was burning so hot that every inch of his skin seemed to be pricked by countless sharp steel needles, and the pain was unbearable. But Ston Butch gritted his teeth, and the muscles on his face were tense due to the force. He endured the heat that seemed to come from hell, used the car as a cover, quickly adjusted his posture, and launched a fierce attack on the militants in front.

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A shuttle of bullets ejected from his submachine gun, and the bullet, with Ston Butch's full of anger and firm determination, whistling towards the militants like dense raindrops. Each bullet carries his desire for victory and his deep hatred for the enemy.

However, fate seemed to have played a cruel joke with them again. Maybe it was because he was too hasty when he got off the car, and his footsteps were a little staggering in panic, and he almost fell down with an unstable situation; maybe it was affected by the flames of the burning car in front, and the rolling smoke was like a thick curtain, blocking his vision tightly, making it difficult for him to see the exact position of the enemy; or maybe it was because the enemy's position was too tricky, and they hid behind various covers cunningly, using the surrounding environment to cleverly protect themselves, making it difficult for Ston Butch to aim.

Originally, the gunshot technique was accurate and the Ston Butcher hit every shot. None of the first bullet hit the enemy. However, although the bullet did not hit the person, the sudden sound of third-party gunshots and the crackling sound of bullets hitting the car were still like a huge rock throwing into the calm lake, causing a panic among the militants. This sudden change was like a bolt from the blue, which made the militants' steps pause suddenly. The originally neat and orderly momentum of charging forward also slowed down. This short pause successfully delayed their time, preventing them from rushing over to save Ivil so quickly, and gaining a precious opportunity for Long Zhan and the others.

Soon, the militants who reacted began to fight back frantically, relying on their absolute advantage of being large and powerful. The guns of seven or eight people turned around in unison, and the black muzzles seemed to be bloody mouths that were chosen to be killed. In an instant, bullets poured overwhelmed towards the Long Da like pear blossoms. The bullets hit the ground and splashed dust. The dust spread in the air, like a thin layer of smoke. When they hit the car body, they made a loud bang, and each sound was terrifying. At the same time, the sparks flickered in the darkness, as if it was the countdown to death.

There are only three people on Long Da. Under such dense and fierce firepower, they really have no power to fight back and are no match for them at all. In addition, the road is empty and there is almost no one to see. The only thing they can rely on is the blown car to cover it. This makes them risk being hit by the enemy's bullets every time they want to probe their heads and fight back. Every move seems to be dancing with the god of death. If they are not careful, they will die.

In such a difficult situation, the militants had enough time and space to carry out their actions. Soon, several militants were hunched, their movements were agile and rapid, like cunning foxes, and they quickly ran into the car and began to rescue Evil who was tied to the car. Their movements were skillful and neat, and they obviously had undergone rigorous training and were familiar with this rescue action.

At the same time, there were other militants rumbling around in the car, with greed and eagerness flashing in their eyes. Soon, they found the key that fell to the ground due to overturning. At that moment, their faces showed an ecstasy expression of treasure, as if they had found the key to open the treasure. They held the key tightly, and with a victorious posture, they quickly ran back to the car that was driving.

Soon, Evil was successfully rescued. Under the cover of his younger brothers, he bent his body and ran desperately towards the car that was being frightened. His face was full of smugness and gratitude, as if he had completely escaped all dangers and left Long Zhan and the others far behind.

When Ston Butch and Long Zhan saw this, they were extremely anxious. They clearly realized that the guy on the other side was about to run away. If Evil escaped like this, then all the efforts he had made before would be wasted and the consequences would be unimaginable. They must not let Evil escape so easily, even if there was a sea of ​​swords and fires ahead, they had to face the difficulties.

Therefore, no matter how fierce the enemy's firepower was, like a storm, they both decided to suppress the past counter-attack without hesitation.

"Attack! Attack!" Ston Butch shouted loudly with all his strength. The sound was like a bell, echoing in the battlefield filled with smoke and aura of death. After shouting, he took the lead in continuing to attack and shift forward, and the car that fell on the ground became his best cover. He ran and fired his gun, his steps light and fast, and bullets kept firing out of his submachine gun and flew towards the enemy, trying to disrupt the enemy's formation and create a chance for counterattack for Dragon War.

Long Zhan no longer hid it. He took a deep breath, calmed his emotions quickly, and then took out his strongest strength to fight. A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the light seemed to be the North Star in the cold night, firm and sharp. The gun in his hand became extremely accurate under his control. Each bullet was carrying a fatal threat, like a messenger of death, flying towards the enemy's vital points.

Both of them are top warriors, and the combat power they show when they show all their strength is very terrifying. The people who come to rescue are all small characters, and they are mercenaries whom Evil's younger brother finds a way to recruit. Although these mercenaries have certain combat power, they are a world of difference compared to Dragon Zhan and Ston Butch. Under the full attack of Dragon Zhan and Ston Butch, the situation quickly changed tremendously.

As the militants were knocked down, they moaned in pain and their bodies fell heavily in a pool of blood. Blood spread on the ground, forming a shocking pool of blood. The number of people attacking the gangsters was rapidly weakened, and they soon had to squeeze into the car to prepare for escape. At this moment, their faces were full of fear and despair. The originally arrogant and domineering arrogance had long disappeared without a trace, replaced by endless panic and helplessness.

Ston Butch hated Eville. This hateful guy brought him too much trouble and pain. He secretly swore in his heart that he would never let this bastard escape. Therefore, he chased him very violently, staring at Eville's every move, as if Eville was his only prey in his life. Soon, he discovered Eville who had arrived near the car and opened the door and was about to get on the car.

"Kulagan~" Ston Butch shouted angrily, the voice full of hatred and unwillingness, as if he wanted to vent all the anger in his heart through this shout. He fired without hesitation, and the bullet shot towards Evil with his anger and determination. He wished he could beat this bastard into a sieve in an instant to relieve the hatred in his heart.
Chapter completed!