At the junction of the Badlands and the Santo Domingo racetrack stood a not particularly tall dirt mound, with a road running through it.
As the racers in the middle of the pack sped across the road, several battered trucks behind them lined up together, blocking the way.
All the trucks were heavy-duty haulers on the verge of being scrapped. They struggled to move, but they weighed a lot.
But after seeing the Legend Mackinaw's powerful acceleration and combat capabilities, the people blocking the road began to doubt the barricade they had built:
Could these trucks really stop that steel behemoth?
If they had asked Lier, he would have confidently told them: no, they couldn't.
The people who had arranged all this had thought of that, too.
Clank-
Chains connected the vehicles underneath, making the barricade more secure. A dozen or so Mercenaries quickly retreated to the rocks behind them.
"I used to think nothing could smash through these big trucks, but now I'm having doubts."
"Doubts my ass. The ground's covered in land mines. Once they stop, we just open fire. What's there to worry about when the job's this easy?"
The Mercenaries wore full suits of body armor and matching tactical gear.
They had everything: machine guns, Sniper Rifles, rocket launchers. They just had to blow the vehicle to a stop, then they could pour fire at it as they pleased.
Of course, they also had special equipment for opening up that ridiculously armored turtle of a vehicle-
Right behind them, a massive Electromagnetic Cannon had been set up. It weighed 35 kilograms.
Judging by its appearance alone, it was a Rheinmetall EMG-85. It used superconducting technology to fire 15-gram polycarbonate projectiles wrapped in polyester film at 2,400 meters per second.
This thing was damn powerful. You could