An Hongye's face changed as she looked out from inside the carriage.
One after another, small motorcycles surrounded the convoy. Each person on the back seat of the motorcycles wielded a submachine gun, firing at the armored vehicles.
Pitter-patter.
Bullets struck the steel shell of the armored car, creating dents and sparking everywhere.
In addition to the small motorcycle convoy, more than a dozen four-wheel-drive vehicles followed behind. These four-wheelers were meticulously modified, with long spikes on the wheel axles and spear-like spikes protruding from the front and rear.
If they collided, the truck's wheels would be disabled in an instant.
"Wa wa wa wa wa!"
"Uka uka!"
People on the vehicles fired their guns while uttering strange sounds. Some even swung hooks and held cocktails, intending to latch onto the truck for a suicidal attack.
"Sons of Odin, why are these people here?"
An Hongye's expression was extremely solemn.
