Just then, the roar of motorcycles echoed from a distance.
About ten three-wheeled motorcycles charged toward them.
On each motorcycle, there were three to four mercenaries.
About ten motorcycles, carrying a total of thirty to forty people,
were fully armed soldiers.
Some were wrapped in golden bullet chains, holding light machine guns, weapons extremely sharp.
Not far away, Lady Feijin's face changed color.
She suddenly got up, her figure swaying unsteadily.
"Quick, let's go. The Birch Mercenaries are here, these damned bastards."
A sniper bullet had gouged out a large chunk of muscle from her waist.
At this moment, it had been wrapped in rags, yet the blood kept pouring out.
Yang Fei slung the two heavy snipers across his back and rushed over.
He helped Lady Feijin and darted into the driver's cabin.
The driver and co-driver had already been shot dead.
Their bodies lay sprawled over the steering wheel.
Yang Fei and Lady Feijin threw the two bodies out of the truck.
