Orc Tyrant

When the ambush started, Miviman had to admit that they were beautiful and cunning.

He felt that he had actually expected this to happen. After all, he had received a warning before leaving the abandoned city that the insurgents they were about to face were organized and efficient, but the ease and no abnormality along the way The scenery made him mistakenly believe that this place is completely safe, which completely overwhelmed the kind of reliable paranoia.

The motorcycle **** of the drag racing boy was opening the road with a loud noise horn, and the boys marching on the road with two feet hurriedly hid to the side of the road.

So it is not difficult for him to notice that a larger and heavier motorcycle is following the trajectory of the convoy.

Generally speaking, you can't drive so fast on this congested road, but the team has cleared a road, so he takes advantage.

At that time, Miviman couldn't see the rider's face. He was wearing a helmet that was no different from ordinary motorcycle boys, except for the bright flame pattern that spanned the entire helmet.

This pattern matched the red and yellow spray paint on his motorcycle and the blood red leather jackets worn by him and his passengers.

The kid sitting in his back seat didn’t wear a helmet, just a pair of goggles, and the bunch of Skug’s hairstyle fluttered in the wind like a banner. When they approached, Miviman didn’t even restrain himself from waving. impulse.

"How come..."

In the communicator, Udo's voice passed through the sudden loud brakes into Miviman's ears, and his inertia made him slam forward from the seat close to him, almost spilling the wine in the glass.

There was a huge transportation vehicle parked in front of them, slanting across the middle of the road, with its cab buried in the sand.

Obviously, the driver of this garbage truck was a stupid man. He made a mistake in judging the distance and overturned when he pulled over to avoid. Now the entire container just blocked the road.

"Let him drive the car away! Or I will blast it away with a cannon! Idiot!"

"I'm going to deal with it."

A nearby motorcycle boy waved to Miviman, and then he accelerated forward.

After a while, he stopped at the side of the truck cab, and then began to have a violent argument with the driver.

"Boss, something...not quite right."

Suddenly, Udo's head popped out of the front hatch, and his observation ability was always good.

Judging from the severity of the accident, the truck should have been driven away long ago, not to mention arguing with the bodyguards, especially considering the special purpose of this team.

They accepted the direct instructions of the overlord and will take the lead as the pioneer to support Blackstone Fort. There are a total of 30 combat vehicles and hundreds of motorcycles, as well as the fast armored vehicles modified by Miviman-his tank and dirty car last time. He was seriously injured in the battle and was lying in the workshop of the abandoned city. Now he is driving a temporarily converted battle fortress.

The armor is relatively weak, but the speed is very fast. The many weapons on it can ruthlessly crush a large group of rebels, which is enough.

After watching for a while, Miviman started from operating the heavy-duty gun in front of him and turned off the insurance. After all, he had gone through so many hardships together, and he still trusted the gunner's intuition.

"What do you mean, boss?"

The deputy gunner was still at a loss.

At this moment, the motorcycle behind them roared and rushed to the side of Miviman’s fast battle fortress. Miviman found that the barrel of an oversized shotgun was facing him, and the kid holding the gun was facing him. Smiling at me, his wide mouth seemed to have more teeth than normal on his scarred face.

Then he pulled the trigger.

Bang~!

At the same time, there was a loud noise in the carriage. After a while, Miviman wondered why he was not dead. When he smelled the air covered by gunpowder, he knew that Udo had fired the gun first.

The kid fell backwards in the back seat, and the high-speed projectiles flew out from a few centimeters away from Miviman’s shoulder through the thickened car body. They must have prepared this ammunition to deal with armored targets. .

"What's the matter?"

The deputy gunner still looked stupid as he was not awake. It seemed that as an armored soldier, his reaction was still a little slow, but Miviman thought his eyes should be looking at the road at that time.

"There is an ambush!"

Miviman said succinctly, and at the same time turned the muzzle of the heavy toss gun, but there was no chance to aim at the rider next to him, the guy was too fast.

Udo reacted immediately, slamming the heavy rear of the car and knocking him off the road.

The rider knocked out, crossed a beautiful parabola, hit the truck that was still blocking the way, and then bounced off again.

"We go around!"

The gunshots suddenly sounded, and the boys suddenly started firing at each other, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Miviman's car slid into several other big cars, and then stopped in the opposite direction, facing endless vehicles.

The cars behind came like a flood, taking up every inch of open space.

A light garbage truck, seen from the side sign, was supposed to be the mobile base of a certain group of garbage guys. It was hitting the side of a fast armored vehicle, and the door suddenly cracked.

"It's blocked here too!"

Udo spoke, and then shot a kid in a bile green and orange jacket. His yellow-dyed Skug hair stood on his head as if he had plugged his finger into an electrical outlet. same.

Of course, what attracted Udo's attention was the shotgun in his hand, and the style that the motorcycle rider wanted to use for them just now.

"We are trapped!"

Udo yelled after a few shots. It didn't sound like scared but angry. This was really reassuring, if the panic in Miviman's heart didn't exceed the weight of the kid in the car.

The kid in the ugly jacket threw himself behind a car of screaming ass, who were squeezing together and running away.

Miviman glanced around, hoping to see his accomplices. He knew they must be somewhere near here, but there was nothing to gain. His sight was blocked in almost every direction.

"No, we haven't!"

Miviman, at the same time, took out his chainsaw axe from the cabin, and drove to the highest speed, slashing towards the garbage truck next to him.

Suddenly, the car was full of sparks and smoke, but Miviman still cut open the weak outer shells of the two garbage trucks, and the driver inside looked blank, but Miviman ignored him, but directly Kick the car door open.

He braced his hands and stood on the roof of the car.

But he didn't stay on the roof for long. You must know that to be an obvious target is never a very high ranking among all the mechanics want to do.

When he slid back into the battle fortress, he tried to remember what he had just seen.

The shotgunner in the ugly jacket was in a position that would make their life difficult, and when Miviman looked up, he found that he was having a clear line of sight.

As far as he knows, shotguns can contain all kinds of surprises. He suspects that their opponents, no matter who they are, will not restrict himself to only using shotguns and iron bullets.

The brats and **** running around made it almost impossible for him to tell how many of them were approaching his position, but there was no doubt as to where they came from Miviman-this must be a rumored betrayal. What the army does.

When he bent down and returned to An Xin's armor, he suddenly saw the driver of the truck blocking the road jumping out of the cab, holding a huge bulging gun in his hand.