That's a special bullet!

—A special bullet that is most precious to Uncle Gun.

One bullet hit the middle of the windshield of the car at the front of the convoy behind, punching a hole in the bulletproof glass.

"Woo..."

Sister Lucky behind her swung her car and caught the gunman who fell from the air.

Uncle Gun stood on the roof of the car, looked at the entire opponent's convoy coldly, and shouted: "Don't follow us."

"Otherwise, your entire convoy will not die."

"Damn, why?"

The leading car behind did stop, and the people in the car leaned out and yelled at Uncle Gun angrily.

I don't know how many people picked up their guns, and the black muzzles were aimed at Uncle Gun on the roof of the car.

"Why?"

Uncle Gun took out a strange white mask from behind. Except for the eyes, mouth and nose, there was only a pale white mask.

His voice became a little muffled, but it made people feel even more chilled:

"Just because this is the order of the White Ghost Knights!"

"

The leader of the mysterious organization in the leading car turned cold when he saw the mask.

White Ghost Knights...

In the scrap iron city, they are the lowest-level security team, but in the wilderness, they are white ghosts.
Chapter completed!