Tut, tut, tut ...
The heavy machine gun's bullets were getting higher and higher, and it looked like they were going to engulf Zhao Yu.
At this time, Zhao Yu's accelerator was at its highest level. It couldn't go any faster, and the motorcycle seemed to be flying.
In the moment of death, the inexperienced Zhao Yu felt his brain short-circuit due to stress.
At first, he seemed to have thought of a few ideas to escape from danger, but when the overwhelming bullets were fired at him, he could not think of anything other than mechanically speeding up the motorcycle!
In the end, a terrifying scene still happened. Just as Zhao Yu drove the motorcycle into the race track, bullets instantly hit him!
As soon as the motorcycle was shot by the heavy machine gun, it exploded with a bang. The front wheels shot up into the sky, and the entire motorcycle bounced off the ground and flew into the air.
Ah ...
"Ah!" Zhao Yu shouted in despair, thinking that he was done for!