Rumble!

Rumble!

The sound of the engine of the Autobot Orange Soda shakes the night sky, galloping like lightning in the long street without a man. In order to chase the escaped Hellhound King, Wender convinces the girl to leave the group, ride on a motorcycle transformed by Orange Soda, and chase it alone.

Now more than a minute has passed, and the distance between him and the Dog King is also being shortened with the speed of orange soda. The pointer of the motorcycle speedometer has now crossed 100 kilometers and slowly moved towards the scale of 110 kilometers.

The whistling wind in Wender's ear was like thunder. Under the pressure of the strong wind, he barely opened his eyes and looked forward. Seeing that the figures fleeing in a hurry were less than 100 meters away, the tall figure of the Dog King was particularly conspicuous. He signaled to Orange Soda, "My man, lower the speed. Just keep the same speed as them!" He struggled hard again, changing from lying down to sitting in front. He held the handlebar tightly with his right hand, and leaned forward with his left hand.

The orange soda under him noticed Wende's movements and screamed, "Brother, what are you doing?"

"What else can I do? Of course I'm saying hello to them first!" Wende replied with a smile, but was filled with wind because of his opening.

"You are--" Orange Soda still wanted to say something else, but immediately noticed that Wende let go of his right hand holding the handlebar and quickly closed his mouth so as not to affect him at this critical moment.

Wende sat straight on the motorcycle seat, holding a pulley bow in his left hand, and taking out an arrow with his right hand and trying to hit the bowstring. At the same time, his eyes were also swimming, looking for the first target suitable for him to start among the hellhounds running desperately in front of him.

Previously, the Hellhounds gave up on the final battle and began to escape in all directions. They chose to find a suitable route nearby and escape from all directions. To some extent, this can effectively avoid the dilemma of being "taken away" if Wende and others catch up in time. However, it also led to the fact that the number of Hellhounds following the Dog King is not very large... Such a situation.

Following the huge figure, there were probably only fourteen or five hellhounds.

Wende originally planned to capture the thief and capture the king first, but after thinking about it, he set his sights on the hellhound closest to him.

Although the Orange Soda began to slow down according to his instructions, it was difficult for a moment to slow down the speed. The speedometer's pointer was still around 90 kilometers at this time. Such a high speed was undoubtedly very stable for archery - even if a stone the size of a soybean on the tire would cause a very exaggerated vibration to the body. Not to mention the more powerful wind pressure, after Wende sat up straight, not only could he not open his eyes, but could only narrow it into a line and barely look at it, and even breathing became a little difficult.

It is very simple to place the bow like pulling an arrow, and you can't make mistakes without closing your eyes. Wende tried it two or three times before he succeeded. He placed the figure of a hellhound on the quasi-centric scale. Although the left arm holding the bow was steadily, he could clearly see the scale shaking continuously.

He couldn't help but ask, "Man, can you no longer drive stably?"

Juhong Soda replied helplessly, "Brother, I'm already working hard."

The objective conditions seemed like this. Wende shook his head and stopped talking. He just took a deep breath and calmed down again, looking for the feeling of shooting arrows in the past, and then let go of the feather handle where the arrow was pinched.

The arrow flew forward immediately, its momentum was like a meteor.

Under the inertia of the motorcycle galloping, the speed of the arrows is still several points faster than before. Unfortunately... the impact of wind resistance is also huge.

"You have great skills, man!" Juhong Soda shouted happily, "I almost shot this way."

"Although, it's almost shot..." Wende smiled helplessly, "But the problem is... I'm not the one who shot at all!"

It's not his fault for his helpless tone.

The arrow shot by Wende was so outrageous for the first time... The arrow that looked like a meteor and another hellhound that was dozens of meters away from Wende's standard target penetrated, which scared the guy a little bit. Wende could clearly see that the big dog immediately "whistled" and jumped up with his tail.

"Haha..." Juhong Soda smiled awkwardly, and Wende was not angry at all. Although the first arrow was a bit outrageous, it could be used as the "coordinate" for him to correct it. Not to mention, after this arrow was released, the speed of Juhong Soda was reduced a lot, and the external factors had a smaller impact on Wende.

So the second arrow shot by Wende had steadily hit the target. Although there was still a certain deviation and he could not kill him with one arrow, the wound that penetrated his left shoulder also made the hellhound lose his combat power and the possibility of continuing to escape.

The next third arrow, the Hellhound finally fell down with the crisp sound of the bowstring on the string stopper and immediately lost his breath.

At this time, the successive injuries and deaths of his companions finally made the fleeing Hellhounds realize that Wind was chasing behind him was a considerable threat. Their pace of progress tried a little more, and under the leadership of the Dog King, the route became irregular.

For example, sudden change of direction, speed change, etc., it is to increase the difficulty of Wind's shooting.

But... the death of the third hellhound followed also made them realize immediately... these actions were actually futile.

These small movements of the Hellhound did not stump Wende and Orange Soda. In terms of speed and acceleration, the autopilot who can transform into a motorcycle is far above the Hellhound. Wende is not the first time shooting a moving prey. As long as he gets used to the influence of external factors, his accuracy has always been guaranteed. In the next fifth arrow, he successfully let the fourth Hellhound escape from the escape sequence.

It seems that the simple escape can no longer get rid of Wende, who is chasing behind him.

The dog king who rushed in the front suddenly barked low, and the hellhounds who were following behind him, which were less than ten, turned around immediately. They stopped running away, but instead worked together to welcome Wende!

This response was long as Wende expected. If he simply escaped and could not get rid of the crisis, then it would be a better choice to solve the crisis directly. Wende's temperament was like this. So when Orange Soda subconsciously slowed down and faced the hellhounds who rushed straight to him, he had already made a new decision.

He casually placed the pulley bow in front of him. Regardless of the possibility of it falling, Wende held the motorcycle handlebars tightly with both hands. "Brother?" Hearing the dependently asked by Orange Soda, Wende smiled, "Just believe me!"

The speed of the jujube soda was quickly replenished by Wende, and his speed was still increasing. He rode a motorcycle and greeted the vicious dogs at a very high speed. He was undoubtedly a little reckless in terms of behavior. But it was incredible, helping his companions calm down, "What are you going to do? What are your plans?" Jujube soda asked in a low voice, and his mind gradually became active, "By the way! My machine cannon can be used again, there is no problem with this monster!"

"That's a waste!" Wende chuckled, "Since he's determined to deal with us, that guy should stay together - after all, we are just a little bit of people! But the scared dog king now doesn't even have this little courage... the subordinates who use to block the road and delay time are not worthy of our attention!"

"You are planning-"Juhong soda just reacted, Wende had already swung the front of the car, pulled the brake and made a drifting move. The rear tire of the motorcycle rubbed violently with the ground, rubbing out a black line mark of more than one meter long. The first hellhound that rushed over fell into nothing, was thrown behind him, and only bite a bite of the black tail cigarette.

At this brake, the inclination of the orange soda was quite huge, and the angle with the ground was about 30 degrees. Wende didn't care that his knee had touched the ground. He just let go of the brakes and pulled the accelerator downward with his right hand. He wanted to lift the motorcycle, which had changed its position by swinging his tail.

The sound of the orange soda immediately rang out, "You will only turn off the engine if you do this." He shouted, his tone not being angry but rather being quite happy, and then laughed loudly, "Let me leave it to me next! I already fully understand what you mean, man!"

"Is that?" Wender also laughed, "Then let's rush over!"

The driving level of Orange Soda is indeed not comparable to that of Wende, a two knife that has only driven an electric motorcycle. When it took the baton and drove alone, the entire motorcycle seemed to turn into a swimming fish, either accelerating or decelerating, and the gears kept jumping. The hand of the speedometer changed one after another between zero and sixty, but it was as unscathing as flowing water. It made a series of incredible and difficult movements, just like "people are passing by flowers, but leaves are not stuck", and easily passed through the hellhound array that rushed straight, while dodging their attacks, and threw them behind them.

Bang!

The motorcycle inevitably vibrated from the wall that had been driving for a short time. However, the speed did not stop at all. The orange soda quickly accelerated and threw away the hellhound behind him, shouting, "I did it! Man, I'm great, right?"

"That's right!" Wende responded with a smile, but his eyes were firmly locked on the dog king ahead. The hellhound leader who left his subordinates to escape alone was scared out of his courage. Now he has become the most standard "defeated dog" and is only a hundred meters away from them. And there is no obstacle between them anymore, which means that Wende can attack him without distraction.

This is a good opportunity that Wende and Orange Soda took the desperate risk, and of course he could not miss it!
Chapter completed!