Monster Factory

The blazing sun roasts barren land.

Disguised as a dilapidated Chinese bus, follow the information on the navigation towards the capital of the Anut district.

The road is a dusty dirt road, with endless brown hills on both sides of the road.

More than a hundred kilometres from the Anut district is the Gulf of Guinea on the Atlantic coastline. The Lord's Battleship is hidden here, with the cockpit part slightly exposed to the water, hidden behind a reef, ready to take over the monsters to trade.

More than a hundred kilometres from General Mopu's residence, the Central Bus runs on dirt roads.

By the time you reach the edge of a large hill, an equally dilapidated pickup truck will be in the middle of the road. The pickup truck stood with four armed men with bare arms, AK shoulders and magazines wrapped around their waists.

When they saw the Chinese bus coming, they jumped immediately and raised their weapons without making a gesture.

“You are free to play.” Ye Qing reclined on his seat and watched Hollywood relax in large part.

A telephone call was made with General Mopu in the morning, and now there are no more patrols by his security forces in Anut district. All his men retracted into the city to protect the diamond.

Obviously, the roadblocker on this road is one of those "hyenas” wandering around the Anut district trying to catch the autumn breeze.

The engine roared instantly, and this roaring mechanical sound reached the ears of several armed men, like a signal to fire.

Four AKs firing at the same time!

“Phew, phew, phew.”

A 7.62 mm bullet carrying 2,000 joules of kinetic energy hit the front windshield of the minibus.

There's a dense web of spiders on the glass, one explosion at a time.

Even bullet-proof glass can't hold off an unbridled shooting like AK.

Instead of breaking through the glass, the compartment in front of the bulletproof glass breaks into snowflakes, blocking the driver's view.

Unfortunately, the glass in this china is just for disguise.

Ye Qing gave them the right to dispose at will, but the monsters did not seem to intend to open fire.

“What brand of medium van is this with bulletproof glass?” After the four armed men emptied their magazines, they crawled to the side of the road like hell.

The old Chinese bus rushed up at an amazing speed and the noise was even more amazing, and the ground was actually shaking.

“Boom Lung ~”

The pickup truck was hit head-on by the Chinese bus, and four armed men stunned to discover that their pickup truck was torn apart and turned into a flying iron hide.

A minivan, even with bulletproof glass, only weighs a few tons on the day of death.

Why was this minivan driving past like a bunch of wild buffaloes?

They hurriedly pulled out the phone and refuelled and vinegared to report what had happened here.

It's a little strange, though, why the monsters don't use weapons. However, since they decided to let themselves handle the situation on the road, Ye Qing was very relieved of them and did not intend to interfere with them.

The disguised Chinese bus continued to advance, breaking through the gate, and rushed to the bumpy dirt road at 50 yards.

A fiery flame, coming from a rocky side of the road. The flame drew a straight tail line in the air and struck a Chinese bus running towards the dirt road.

There is no doubt that this is a rocket.

It was a rocket fired from 600 metres away, and the projectile dragged a straight smoke.

Rockets have the advantage of being inexpensive and easy to maintain. But its shortcomings are also evident, with no guiding devices, and it often relies only on luck when fighting moving targets.

“Boom!”

A fierce flash of flash and nitrous smoke swept from the position where the bus had just left off.

The shrapnel scattered around and the rain hit the back of the Chinese bus.

Obviously, this is an ordinary high-explosive rocket.

High explosive rockets can easily destroy a bullet-proof Hummer and use it against China and Pakistan. The first half is enough, of course, this one missed.

Unhit, the far side of the bus, no less than ten dust smokes, is slowly closing in.

That's a good off-road pickup truck, and they're, like, crazy enough to come in and catch up with the hitchhiker at maximum speed.

“Phew, phew, phew, phew.”

As these pickup trucks, one by one, approached 300 meters from the bus, dozens of hot flames flew straight towards the bus.

The bus had a beautiful tail shake, and a second later, two rockets were lucky to hit the bus, and several others were unlucky and landed on the surrounding road.

Heavy flames burst in succession, and two large and small groups of fire broke out on the bus.

The small group was, of course, hollow loaded armor busters.

Not precise enough, when the Chinese bus was surrounded by fire, it followed the nearby pickup truck and burst into a warm cheer.

The next second, however, their laughter stopped.

The minibus broke through the smoke again. The cabin on the left was hit by two rockets, and everyone could clearly see that the iron leather on the cabin rolled like a flower, and the bulletproof glass flew somewhere.

Exposed…

Reveals another layer of black paint inside.

What's going on here?

Shouldn't cars be blown apart and exposed to torn seats and burning interiors?

“Why does it still run?” The head of the area patrol screamed at the walkie-talkie: “This car must have something to do with that diamond. ”

“Catch it and break it into pieces. ”

If you look down from the air, you will find the area around the bus, and dozens of dust smokes slowly come together and snap onto the front of the bus.

“Are all pickup trucks following? ”

The inner part of the bus, holding the steering wheel, alias the metal expert of the Golden Stream Sea, asked gently.

Another metal expert sat in front of the co-pilot, looking at the 360-degree no-death angle surveillance.

“Eleven pickup trucks, all following behind. ”

“We can destroy them now.” The Golden Stream Sea commanded two powerful workers in the rear row: "One remains. ”

In the pickup truck, each of these armed men punched chicken blood and pulled the AK in his hand. Behind the bus, it is no longer known how many rounds of bullets, what bulletproof glass, what bulletproof housing, have long been struck into a pile of scrap iron filled with bullet holes that no one can recognize.

With so many people shooting at each other, there was no residue left in the buses. But in front of this Chinese bus, it still runs joyfully.

The shooting on the pickup truck gradually stopped and spread in an arc shape. They're going to use the rocket again, and they're going to see what it really is.

Just when they were in formation, the bus was covered with no less than a thousand rounds of ammunition and two rockets, and suddenly something abnormal happened.

Its roof, there are two things like a cover plate that unfold outwards.

This group of militants, who had not seen much of the market, grew up with one mouth and watched this change in confusion.

Then two devices, like electromagnetic cannons in science fiction, pop out of the roof quickly.

The two silver-white devices, with streamlined lines, blinked at them.

“Boom boom boom boom...”

Low-heavy heavy weapons fired, almost in line, without any rest. A large cartridge shell with nitrous smoke pops up and rolls from it, drawing one beautiful little arc after another in mid-air.

The bullets formed a visible line of fire in the air, fan-shaped pickup trucks, one that seemed to be torn apart by an invisible hand and turned into a pile of pieces.