Each of them wielded a saber, while Bentley held a Gauss Automatic Rifle in his other hand, making him lethally effective in the rainy night.
"Take out that modified warrior!" Qu Jianlei shouted as he charged towards a truck, tossing a Fire Bomb.
"No, can't lock on," Bentley shouted in response, "that old bastard is too cunning... let's take out these three vehicles first!"
"I'll go after him," Qu Jianlei suddenly accelerated, "you handle these three cars!"
"Geez... do you have to be so ruthless?" Bentley muttered softly, then laughed.
In the next moment, he charged towards a car, "But this kind of teammate, I like!"
Qu Jianlei chased the fleeing modified warrior, maintaining a distance of about five hundred meters between them.
This older fellow was indeed experienced in running away, dodging left and right, his feet quickly switching, and his speed was remarkable.
Even with Qu Jianlei's speed, it wasn't easy to catch up with him, no wonder Bentley said he couldn't lock on.
