Kapitel 305: Chapter 258: Casare: What? My aunt gave birth to a son?

Ratatatat!

Bullets rained down on the luxury car like a torrent of offspring.

No matter if it's a Mercedes, Lambo...

Dammit, they all turn into scrap metal!

Completely impractical.

Who knows why waste so much money, can't even stop a few millimeters of bullet!

Ah spit!

Trash!

That's why the sales are poor.

The troop carrier was focused fire.

Troops inside, still groggy and a bit weary, were instantly killed; the luckier ones who had been leaning against the outer side jumped out of the vehicle as soon as they heard the gunfire.

But talk about bad luck.

This one messed up, stubbing his front foot on the troop carrier's door, tumbled straight down, and his head hit the ground, neck twisted at an uncanny angle.

With bulging eyes, he couldn't have imagined he'd be so unlucky.

Probably no saving him now...

This is just...

So nonsensical.

The quality's like that of ragtag guerrillas.