"What on earth happened outside? Why is someone attacking us?"
"I don't know, a car just rushed over—shit! Where did that rocket come from!"
"Get down! With this kind of firepower, could it be the warlord!?"
Buzzing...
The beast-like growling of the Frost Plated riot vehicle's engine roared from afar, and faster than the vehicle itself were the rockets tearing across the sky.
Nimotin leaned out, standing on the roof of the car, casually lifted her left hand, her forearm split and extended into a rifle, and she accurately targeted and eliminated the White Fang Guild bandits fleeing in all directions.
"Agent Yawen's tracker was thrown around here, if the Empire dogs are involved, they won't get far—blow them up first, release the smoke, and trap them inside so they dare not come out,"
Nimotin had lost a few vehicles to Leo last time and let someone escape right under her eyes, and had already lost the mind to capture him alive.
