head of the car! Where are you? "
head of the car, hurry up and say yes. We're coming to help you ...
brother Lu, brother Lu, are you alright? "
In the distance, panicked and concerned cries rang out, mixed with the sound of a motorcycle's throttle, scattered gunshots, and the wailing of some mad beasts.
At the end of the long Street, behind the mist, a row of shadowy figures appeared. It was a group of old drivers on motorcycles, shouting all the way as they searched for him at the end of the dilapidated Street.
When they saw the scene at the end of the street, everyone couldn't help but gasp.
What they saw was a ground full of blood.
The unknown pieces of meat covered dozens of meters of the ground, like an abstract performance art oil painting.
With the oil painting as the center, the surrounding steel, trees, and plastic pipes all showed obvious signs of distortion.
