Warlord

Zek and Tony both lowered their pistols. They looked no different from a monster.

No matter how much imagination they had, they would never have imagined that someone could stop the butcher’s charge with just two left wheels.

His line of sight fell from Zero onto the left wheel in his hand. These two weapons were huge, their gunshots rough and heavy, with the metallic smell of old-fashioned firearms.

Their power, however, was far superior to the machine guns held by the two men.

It could be said that the fellow in Zero’s hands was comparable to a berserk beast.

“Quick, let’s go. I have already cleared out the retreat route. There won’t be any danger!”

Zero confidently said.

“What about you?”

Zero did not turn his gaze away from the butcher. He said calmly, “I have to hold this big guy back, or else no one will be able to escape!”