Late at night, the autumn rain was persistent.
Whoosh!
A large truck and a Wuling Hongguang sped madly down the road.
Knowing Ye Wudao's unfathomable strength, Cyclops did not dare to stop and floored the accelerator, charging recklessly along the way.
"Where is this guy going? This route, it must be to the coast!" Ye Wudao guessed the approximate route. Even though he was a godlike driver, he did not dare to collide his Wuling Hongguang with the large truck, and could only closely follow.
Just then, a black large truck suddenly appeared ahead, viciously slamming into Ye Wudao's Wuling Hongguang.
"Not good!"
Ye Wudao's expression changed, he quickly steered the wheel, and the car came to a stop.
At that moment, dozens of gunmen emerged from the black truck, each wearing a mask and wielding firearms.
Bang!
Bang!
These gunmen, without any hesitation, fired simultaneously. The dense bullets streaked towards Ye Wudao's car like fiery snakes.
