Boom!
A discarded car fell from the sky, smashing into the front of the convoy's lead vehicle.
Screech—
The piercing sound of brakes erupted, nearly colliding with the wrecked car.
Inside the vehicle, Xiang Hongbin quickly reversed, then sharply turned the steering wheel, avoiding the obstacle.
But more discarded cars, concrete blocks, and even zombies began flying toward the convoy!
"Shit!"
Seeing a gorilla zombie hurling a group of mad demon zombies into the air through the rearview mirror, making them land near the convoy, Wang Tao cursed under his breath.
Was the gorilla zombie doing it on purpose or was it an accident?
As more and more obstacles began to surround them, making it impossible to drive through, Wang Tao shouted loudly,
"You drive, Old Wei, Han Rui, and I will get out and clear the obstacles!"
