Amidst the engine's heavy panting sound like an old cow, the 15-year-old Wuling Light floated at a high speed of 180 yards. At such a high speed, the bronze armored zombie chasing behind was getting closer and closer. The one with the back seat removed In the carriage, Zhang Wei spit out a mouthful of tobacco, and then decisively pulled the trigger of the fingertip Maxim heavy machine gun; within half a minute, a 333-round bullet belt was completely emptied. It was too late to replace it. Putting on a new bullet chain, Zhang Wei took the big knife in his hand and leaped down from the speeding Wuling bun...