Yang Yong glanced at him, and a thought suddenly struck him...
Zheng Xiaofeng had freakish defense and freakish recovery, but his offensive capabilities really were lacking.
If Sea Demons really attacked, simply taking hits without fighting back would not work.
He slapped the Nine Nether Primordial Spirit White-Bone Banner.
White light flashed, and the Flesh-and-Blood Submachine Gun appeared directly in his hand.
Yang Yong tossed it toward Zheng Xiaofeng. "Catch!"
Zheng Xiaofeng caught it with one hand. The instant the gun touched his hand, information about the Flesh-and-Blood Submachine Gun flooded his mind.
So that was how it worked.
This gun was of little use to the others in the team...
It needed to extract its user's flesh and blood to form bullets. An ordinary person would be drained into a dried husk after firing just a few rounds.
But Zheng Xiaofeng's freakish defense, combined with his freakish recovery, made him perfectly suited to wield this Flesh-and-Blood Submachine Gun.
Holding the gun in one hand, Zheng Xiaofeng waved it at Yang Yong. "Thanks, Yong."
Yang Yong rolled down the window and waved to him. "We're counting on you to hold things down here with Xiao Xuan. We'll be back soon!"
Before his words had faded, Mang Dabiao floored the accelerator.
With a whoosh, the pickup truck shot forward.
Its speed was astonishing. The scenery on either side rushed backward, turning into blurred shadows.
Yang Yong crouched in the truck bed, wind roaring in his ears.
Soon, they caught up with the messenger who was desperately hurrying back.
Chen Gen reached out with his large hand, grabbed the man's shoulder, and hauled him bodily aboard, setting him down securely in the truck bed.
"Quick! Show us the way!"
"Straight ahead! Keep going straight!"
The pickup truck raced onward.
Through farmland, crushing