Fortunately, these cars in Wumeng are specially customized, with very strong defense functions, and the members of the car in the front were prepared, so although they fell into a dizzy and had blood on their heads, they did not suffer fatal damage.

They kicked open the twisted and deformed door, quickly climbed out of it, and then gathered with the remaining members of the convoy to form a battle formation.

"Where are the enemies?"

A middle-aged warrior with a strong qi and blood and tall body shouted loudly: "Why did he fail?"

"Boom!"

As soon as the words were finished, the low roar of the motor suddenly rang behind the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, a large truck carrying dozens of tons passed through the rain curtain and rushed from a distance, crashing into the Martial League convoy with an unstoppable momentum.

"not good!"

The middle-aged warrior's pupils instantly shrank to the size of a needle tip, and the sound was like thunder, and it exploded in the ears of every member of the martial arts alliance: "Disper! Disperse it all!"

The reason why his reaction was so strong was mainly because he was worried that the truck would hide the bomb. If it did not disperse, it would be likely to be taken away by the enemy in a nutshell.

These members of the Martial Alliance were well-trained and immediately acted at the command of the middle-aged man. In just two or three seconds, they hid behind the shelter on both sides of the road like flowers blooming on all sides.

Of course, there are also some people standing there without moving.

For example, Pang Jun and middle-aged warriors, they have deep confidence in their own strength and are not afraid of truck explosions.

Pang Jun didn't even look at the truck in the distance, but just looked up at the sky, his expression as indifferent as water.

As the backbone, Pang Jun's calmness infected others. The members who were originally a little panicked due to the sudden attack quickly returned to their calmness.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The truck crashed several cars in succession and stopped slowly in the middle of the road. The front of the car was beyond recognition, but it did not explode as the middle-aged warriors were worried.

The middle-aged warrior breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes immediately shook.

Because he saw three militants wearing gas masks and black windbreakers jumped out of the truck's cab and shot wildly around with submachine guns.

"Da da da da da da!"

In an instant, gunfire sounded loudly.

The muzzle spewed out dazzling orange-yellow fire, and countless bullets seemed to be overwhelming locusts, sweeping across all directions, smashing nearby vehicles into holes.

A harsh scream sounded inside a red high-end car, and a beautiful woman in delicate clothes hugged her head with her hands and trembled on her seat.

"Damn it!"

Seeing this, the middle-aged warrior couldn't help but curse.

There is no doubt that the attackers have been planning for a long time and have chosen the most appropriate time and place.

This is the bustling city center, surrounded by densely populated buildings, making it convenient for escape and concealment.

Even though there were heavy rains, there were not many vehicles on the road, and many ordinary people were involved in the battle, and beautiful women were just one of them.

Some brave drivers pushed open the car door and ran wildly in the heavy rain, but more people were still frightened by the gunshots and hid in the car and dared not show up.

Even if the middle-aged warrior followed Pang Jun for many years, he was mature and steady in his heart and was used to strong winds and waves, he was a little unsure of paying attention to this difficult situation.

He subconsciously turned back and looked at his boss.

As if he noticed the middle-aged warrior's gaze, Pang Jun finally withdrew his gaze looking up at the sky, his lips slightly opened, and his voice, which was not loud but extremely clear, came to all his subordinates' ears: "Disabling the masses and solving the enemy, there is no need to show mercy. Those who dare to resist will be killed without mercy."

When the middle-aged warrior heard this, his eyes suddenly became sharp. He silently adjusted his breathing. His pure and thick inner breath ran along the meridians and instantly spread throughout his limbs.

"They give it to me!"

The next moment, the middle-aged warrior's anger resounded throughout the audience, even overshadowing the continuous gunfire.

"Dong!"

The middle-aged warrior kicked his feet, and his tall body was like an arrow from a string, rushing towards the militants who were shooting with guns against flying bullets.

The three militants immediately turned the guns and pointed the trigger at the middle-aged warrior. The airtight barrage blocked them from front, back, left and right.

The middle-aged warrior did not dodge or avoid, and he tore off a car door and blocked it as a shield in front of his chest.

A distance of more than ten meters passed in an instant.

The middle-aged warrior rushed to the truck without any hesitation or pity. He swept across the army with a punch and knocked all three militants away!

"That's it?"

The middle-aged warrior looked at the enemy who had broken muscles and had more energy and less energy. He showed doubt on his face and muttered to himself: "Is this Cheng Ailun's trump card? Is it too weak?"

At this moment, the truck suddenly shook violently.

"Zla!"

Immediately afterwards, a sour sound of metal rubbing from the carriage behind came from, and there was a heavy breathing mixed in between, like a beast awakening from its deep sleep.

"Um?"

The middle-aged warrior's heart beat and he suddenly stepped back several steps.

Two huge palms wearing steel gloves penetrated the iron sheet of the car, then stretched out the car, and then clewed the car left and right to tear out the huge gap.

A muscular monster as high as three meters appeared in the sight of the middle-aged warrior.

This muscular monster is so strong that it is deformed. It is wearing a cow horn helmet and a mask on its head, and is covered with alloy armor. Steel spikes several inches long inch are inlaid on its shoulders, elbows, knees and other parts, revealing only a pair of red eyes. It can be said that it is armed to its teeth, like a human-shaped tank.

"What?"

The middle-aged warrior took a breath of air conditioning.

Only then did he realize that the militants he killed were not attacking the main force, but delivering goods.

"It is called Bromos, and it is a biological weapon developed by the White Eagle Federation."

Pang Jun appeared next to the middle-aged warrior in an unknown time, and he calmly answered the latter's doubts: "I have no pain, I am not afraid of death, and I am specially created for killing."

"Dong!"

Just as Pang Jun was speaking, the Blomos had already jumped off the truck, and his heavy body smashed a shallow pit on the asphalt road.

Middle-aged warriors discovered that there was more than one Bromos like a human-shaped tank.

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

"Dong!"

Accompanied by the dull sound of landing, three more Bromos jumped out of the truck one after another.

The difference from the first one is that they hold weapons in their hands, namely the size of a door panel, the amazingly lethal Gatling machine cannon and the extended and thickened version of the mountain knife.

The four Bromos lined up in a row. Although they did not attack immediately, they still exuded a heart-pounding sense of oppression.

"Leave them to you to deal with, control the range of battle, and try not to affect innocent people." Pang Jun ordered lightly.

"yes."

The middle-aged warrior received the order in a deep voice.

Pang Jun's body shook slightly, and his shadow suddenly disappeared.

When he appeared again, he was already dozens of meters away.

"boom!"
Chapter completed!