His left hand was on the throttle, the roaring motorcycle still charging straight ahead, while his right hand had already propped the machine gun on the front windscreen of the bike as he pulled the trigger!
Da-da-da!
Countless bullets spat out of the barrel, wildly raking the Daer Gang members up ahead!
Boom, boom-boom!
The motorcycle roared like thunder. Under Ren Feng's one-handed control, it howled forward; the engine's bellow mixed with the machine gun's mad chatter, deafening!
Pu! Pu! Pu!
The Daer Gang thugs aiming their guns at Ren Feng suddenly felt a sharp pain in their chests. Bullets, driven by massive force, punched through their bodies and flung them all to the ground.
The front ranks dropped in a chain, yet Ren Feng's expression didn't change. The machine gun in his right hand kept jerking as he squeezed the trigger like crazy, orange casings pouring out. At this moment, Ren Feng on his bike was like an unstoppable Terminator!
Puff!
