Chapter 309
Although the “Four-Unlikes” hadn’t been focusing on the “delicacies” scurrying beneath its feet due to the impact of the Penguin Building explosion, as it charged toward the building, its trunk—more agile than any tentacle—kept sweeping downward. After Shen Ge blocked two attacks in a row, it shifted its target to another combat vehicle.
There were five people in that vehicle, all clad in the black cloaks of the New God Cult. The one sitting in the center of the back seat wore a cloak with a golden sun emblem at the top, surrounded by tentacles. The other four had similar emblems, but theirs had only four tentacles, whereas this man’s sun was encircled by a full thirteen.
Seeing the “Four-Unlikes” launch another assault, the man didn’t even look up. He said calmly, “Turn left. Leave the space on the right open. Try to get as close as possible to the left two legs of the Weird.”
“Yes.” The driver responded with almost no hesitation, his tone carrying a numbed obedience, like a puppet stripped of human emotion.
The follower in the passenger seat held a strange device, continuously spraying a black gas out the window.
The follower at the rear gunner position, much like A-Pao in the other vehicle, was firing rocket launchers at the “Four-Unlikes”—whether to draw its attention or disrupt its movements, it was hard to tell.
These two, along with the driver, all wore eerily “calm” expressions, as if they felt nothing but indifference toward everything around them.
That kind of emotional state was clearly abnormal for a group of people fleeing for their lives. Compared to the situation in the neighboring vehicle, they seemed like puppets being controlled.
As for the fifth person on the vehicle, she was curled up in a corner, clutching a “map” covered in various markings. She alternated between glancing at the map and reporting road conditions to the driver in a trembling voice.