A huge loudspeaker was brought up.
The Fourth Boss held the loudspeaker, shouting toward Third Uncle and the others:
"Everyone, we are the Motorcycle Gang Oil Village over here. What brings you here?"
The Fourth Boss shouted at the top of his voice, amplified by the loudspeaker.
So that Third Uncle and the others in the distance could hear. Third Uncle frowned and said to Ant next to him, "Over a thousand meters away, sniping them. Too much talk."
Ant nodded, took the sniper rifle from the car, and then climbed onto the roof.
Calibrating the gun's parameters, measuring wind speed, aiming at the man standing on the bus.
"If you're here for oil, we can sit down and have a good talk. We are the Motorcycle Gang, if you know about us..."
Bang!
A bullet accurately pierced his forehead.
The big loudspeaker thudded to the ground.
Immediately, the Fourth Boss's body also fell off the bus.
"The Fourth Boss is dead, the Fourth Boss is dead."
