Bombing the Metropolis

"Head toward Rose Street."

Liu Zheng said to the driver.

Although they had prepared to bomb the monk, they also had to consider the possibility of failure.

If the operation failed or did not fully succeed, they would have to rely on the Doctor and the others to fight these bald asses head-on.

"Fine."

The driver floored the accelerator, and Hound immediately bounded merrily down the road.

"Faster."

Liu Zheng urged him.

That old monk was terrifyingly fast. In just a few blinks, he had closed in on the tank.

"As you wish."

The driver had been waiting for him to say that.

He flipped open the cover beside the control lever, revealing a large red button inside, then slammed his fist down on it.

A chrysanthemum-shaped exhaust pipe, made up of one main exhaust pipe surrounded by a ring of secondary pipes, extended from Hound's rear. Blue flames erupted from them all at once.

"Hiss!"

Seeing that through the periscope, Liu Zheng's asshole clenched, and his sphincter began to ache phantomly.

The last time he had raced the Postman, the scene had looked exactly like this after he used NO Propellant.

Under the propellant's effect, the tank's speed doubled again, transforming it from the corgi of dogs into the greyhound of dogs.

The old monk's figure gradually receded in the periscope as well.

"Amitabha. As expected of someone from Bloodstained Restaurant. You do have some tricks."

The old monk was not particularly surprised.

Bloodstained Restaurant's fearsome reputation had reached even the Metaverse.

However, he had also seen that this Deliveryman had come specifically to rescue someone.

Since it was a private matter, they would settle it with their own abilities.

"Disciples, lend this old monk your strength."

The old monk shouted.

"We obey the elder's dharma decree."

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