Gao Yang fired repeatedly, and three trucks stopped one after the other, the closest still over four hundred meters away from him.
As long as he could widen the gap, Gao Yang wasn't too worried, but at that moment, after spotting him, the people on the trucks began to shoot at him with machine guns.
The enemies had machine guns, and plenty of them. Taking advantage of their fire not yet crossing paths, Gao gritted his teeth, leaped out, and hopped and skipped his way toward a large patch of tall, dense grass he had identified earlier.
Now, what Gao Yang could rely on was that those nouveau riche didn't dare to get too close, and the approaching trucks didn't have heat imaging equipment anymore. This way, there would be a disconnect between their observation and combat, and even if the people on the trucks were given directions, they couldn't easily locate him.
