The glass is not broken, the tire is not burst, the fuel tank cannot be penetrated, and the flame cannot burn.

"My car is more expensive than a tank, how can you break it?"

Song Wansan smiled faintly and pressed his hand again.

"Da da da da!"

The barrel shook violently again.

The flying bullets poured out unscrupulously like meteor showers.

For a moment, fires soared into the sky, flesh and blood were flying, and the enemy was torn apart like a piece of paper.

In a blink of an eye, more than a hundred elite Dow were killed or injured.

Only a few periphery-alered killers survived.

The retreating silver arrow was also shot on the shoulder and fell to the edge of the road.

"Ye Fan, you and Youyou deal with the remnants."

"I'll take the lead."

Seeing that the enemy was about to run, Song Wansan stopped shooting and pushed open the car door.

Without waiting for Ye Fan to stop him, he flashed, and the silver arrows approached not far away at a very fast speed.

Ye Fan hurriedly rushed over: "Youyou, deal with Yujie, I will protect my grandfather."

Nangong Youyou rushed out with a whizz, waving his hammer to the living mouth.

"Swoosh!"

Song Wansan quickly approached the Silver Arrow.

Silver Arrow felt Song Wansan's power and knew that he was afraid he would not be able to leave, so he turned around and pulled out an arrow.

He roared at Song Wansan, and then he went forward instead of retreating and shot over.

He held the long arrow and stabbed Song Wansan hard.

"The Dow Overlord Camp is a bit wise, but it's a pity that you are not the Overlord of Western Chu."

Faced with this quick and ruthless arrow, Song Wansan didn't care at all.

He trembled his right hand and grabbed the arrow.

With a click, he broke suddenly, and then stabbed with a backhand.

"Pu" with a sharp sound, half-cut arrow penetrated into the silver arrow's chest, and a stream of blood burst out.

The silver arrow movement stopped.

"Bang--" Song Wansan slapped his chest with another palm.

With a click, the ribs broke.

The silver arrow squirted blood and flew out, falling into a ditch on the edge of the road.

He twitched a few times before he lost movement.

"Vulnerable."

Song Wansan patted his hands, his tone with contempt.

"Ding--" At this moment, Song Wansan's mobile phone rang.

He picked it up and answered it, and let out a loud laugh: "Principal, sorry, I'm sorry, I've encountered a little thing tonight and forgot to answer your phone."

"Don't worry, my progress is very smooth. I have used Paradise Island to draw 200 billion yuan of clan associations."

"In this way, Tao Xiaotian will not be able to mess up the chaos and rob our meat next week's auction."

"Golden Island is the second Xiongan in the future, the new island center, with a potential value of trillions. I will never let it slip away..." "You must keep this news confidential, and they don't even know about Zhushishou."

He lowered his voice and slowly swept through the cold night sky: “I also accidentally caught it from the Master Yetang.”
Chapter completed!