In the pitch-black night, amid the dense woods and bushes, a blinding light suddenly appeared.
The seemingly ordinary tricycle now looked as though it had cast gravity behind it, racing up the steep slope at an unimaginable speed, crushing loose soil beneath its wheels as it sped through the hills.
The instant he noticed that bizarre tricycle, the gunman on the high ground seemed to hesitate, considering whether he should retreat.
But faster still was the shadow sweeping across the sky...
Flying Bird Spreading Wings!
Amid the jolting leaps and bumps, the suitcase in Little Cow and Horse's cargo bed suddenly soared into the air. Its handle landed in Gloria's claws, and then the tiny bird spread her wings, effortlessly dragging the long leather suitcase—more than ten times her own size and weight—into the air before diving swiftly toward Ji Jue.
Xiao Jiu Express!
"..."
The gunman's expression changed in shock. Instinctively, he raised his gun, intending to shoot down the bird crossing mid-air—when, at the same time, he heard a buzzing that made his scalp tingle.
He couldn't help but feel horrified.
On the battlefields of Central Earth, whenever that sound rang out, it meant a suicidal assault by a drone swarm was about to come falling from the sky.
He hugged his rifle and rolled without hesitation, pulling out the pistol at his waist and squeezing the trigger toward the source of the buzzing.
Only when he clearly saw the utterly harmless wreckage of a drone did he truly feel as though he had fallen into an ice pit.
Damn it!
When he suddenly tossed aside his pistol, crouched down, and raised his sniper rifle toward the drainage ditch, he finally saw the suitcase, opened in mid-air, tumbling as it fell.
The lever-action rifle that dropped from within