The drones flying up from below fired directly at the battered hovercars without even a warning.
Bullets punched a series of holes in the car bodies, and parts fell like rain.
The players on the cars braced against the high-altitude wind, holding machine guns and engaging in a passionate shootout with the drones.
An extraordinary aerial battle is unfolding high above the Watson District.
And the Wildman on the battlefield excitedly watched both sides clashing with binoculars, unable to resist saying on the channel:
"Haha, I’ll call this mission codename ’A Thunderclap on Flat Land’!"
Players in other parts of the street, whether fighting Huang Ban’s troops or not, all shouted excitedly.
Brother Ni: "I think it should be called ’Li Mei Barbecue’! There will definitely be many familiar faces later."
Red Barrel: "Bomb Tokyo! Bomb Tokyo!"
Truth Department: "Damn, if I’d known it’d be this cool, I’d have gone myself."
The batch on the hovercar all knew they were doomed, unlike some ’godlike’ forces that trick pilots onto planes, then let out half the fuel and weld shut the cockpit.
Jianxue’s marksmanship is poor, so fighting wasn’t his role, but he was looking through binoculars toward the ground, searching for the right place to drop bombs.
A bit ahead and below them, on the ground, is Huang Ban’s coastal resort. After the Taiping Continent’s resort plan fell through, Huang Ban picked it up slightly.
Those distinguished guests below still indulge in leisure in pools, villas, and sports fields with their ’pets,’ laughing at the nearby fire and hovercars tangled with drone forces in the sky.
But Jianxue doesn’t feel angry, because he knows that in this world, smiles only migrate from one person’s face to another’s.
He immediately shouted in the channel:
"We’re at the location, at the location, drop the bombs! Throw the stuff down!"
Facing swarms of drones, the welded hovercar with few people couldn’t possibly resist in firepower, and its iron plates couldn’t block the barrage of bullets.
If not for the fact that the high-pressure tank’s body was made of sufficiently thick steel, preventing penetration by small-caliber bullets, the hovercar might have exploded by now.
Although it won’t be like the movies where bullets penetrate and explode, the engine’s exhaust flame temperature is definitely sufficient.
And in the distance, Huang Ban’s heavy hovercars are also closing in on the players’ direction.
However, the hovercar’s main body has limited strength; it hadn’t even started dropping bombs yet when one hovercar’s main structure couldn’t withstand the engine’s output and began to tear apart.
Large steel plates fell off, and propane tanks scattered like aerial bombs, causing the entire hovercar to disintegrate inch by inch.
Players on it screamed while losing balance and falling to the ground along with the propane tanks.
But it’s all right, none of the players felt sad about their crash.
No worries, it’s all the same.
Feeling the accelerating fall, Wig Non-Guai donned goggles while looking at the ground buildings enlarging in view and the propane tanks around him.
A smile appeared on his lips.
"Seems like I finally can’t hide my slow tractor identity anymore."
Then reached toward their chest, other players mostly made the same move.
Through collars blown open by the wind, it was clear that each of them was wearing a suicide vest!
And what Wig Non-Guai pulled out was a detonator!
Two seconds before landing, the players successively pressed the detonators.
Wig Non-Guai: "Let me become light! Tiga!!!!!!"
Propane-laden gas tanks were engulfed in flames; steel plates that could withstand small-caliber bullets were easily ripped open by explosives, and highly compressed liquid propane instantly vaporized, causing a series of explosions in the intense heat, instantly swallowing the buildings in the area.
Even if some propane tanks weren’t blown apart, falling from such a height, the tanks would surely shatter and release propane, sparking explosions.
All of Huang Ban’s agents were stunned.
Where did these maniacs come from?
Moreover, who’s responsible for this mess?
Although everyone knew what this group was here to do,
but theoretically, it seems Huang Ban’s drone forces fired first.
In the distance, Huang Ban’s heavy hovercars had already locked on with small rocket pods to the broken hovercars still dropping propane tanks one by one. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ novel⸺fire.net
This scene looked like seagulls making an airdrop.
The pilot sweating on his forehead was still asking the security chief: "Target locked, should we fire?"
The security chief at Ganbi Mansion watched the surveillance footage of those terrified dignitaries about to wet themselves.
"Fire! Fire! Shoot them down! Don’t let those things hit the ground!"
Blowing up these propane tanks in mid-air is the only way to minimize losses now.
If they were program-controlled or normal hovercars, they could attempt to hack the programs for control.
But these bastards use purely mechanical control; there’s nothing to hijack.
And those players still on hovercars were still excitedly like monkeys, tossing propane tanks with open valves downward.
If local Tokyo people from one hundred and thirty years ago saw this scene, they would say:
However, the players didn’t get excited for long because the rocket pods of those heavy hovercars across fired, hovering sideways, with a large-caliber machine cannon mounted inside the body. Huang Ban soldiers used it, firing madly at several hovercars.