Facing the jeep that was billowing with thick black smoke, Bruce and his companions were all stunned.
Wang Hao, seeing an abandoned motorcycle by the roadside, made a swift hawk flip through the air and leaped over to it.
Immediately, he pushed the motorcycle's throttle to the max, charging towards the cluster of terrorists with lightning speed.
"Dudu dudu, dudu dudu..."
In an instant, bullets poured down like a storm, hitting the motorcycle with a crashing and clattering noise.
Wang Hao saw a protruding hill ahead and fiercely increased the throttle, rushing towards it.
Then, the motorcycle shot through the air like flying, tracing a splendid arc in mid-flight.
As the motorcycle descended, Wang Hao, holding a sniper rifle, began picking off targets one by one below.
With each bullet fired, a head would explode.
In just a few breaths, the terrorists below were lying scattered all over the ground.
