As the Motorcycle Gang boss roared in fury, the Blacks simply stopped their cars and recklessly started shooting AKs into the sky. Rat-a-tat-tat!!
With a bang, a drone exploded overhead.
Blitz looked at one of the dozens of grid screens that had gone black and turned to the General Sect Leader, "Blow them up?"
Blitz pressed the attack button. The swarm of drones that had been nimbly dodging and hovering overhead suddenly activated kill mode. Their green glow lights blinked and turned red. The radar spun at full speed, and with sharp left and right jerks, they carved out afterimages above.
Black was dumbfounded watching this.
How on earth could one hit them?
Through the high-definition or ultra-clear 4K cameras, the drones locked onto a pickup truck and plunged down.
"No, no, no..." The Black in the truck saw the drone flying over, screaming frantically, hurried out of the vehicle, and just as his hand touched the door, the drone had already crashed into the hood. Boom! Flames soared, and the explosion sent the wheels flying a significant distance away.
The next second, another dozen drones descended from the sky like crazy, with a whooshing sound, spinning to avoid the barrage of bullets, and zoomed towards the Blacks’ convoy!
Boom, boom, boom, boom!!!
There was no time to react. One second Black was shooting, the next second his whole car exploded! And along with it, he himself was buried.
The Motorcycle Gang boss was also panicking, sitting in a bulletproof car that withstood the impact of an exploding drone. The car windows were full of cracks, both shocked and furious, he cursed wildly.
Another swarm of drones fell from the sky the next second, exploding in a burst of sparks right before his eyes. The wheel of the bulletproof car was blasted away, stuck in place.
"Damn bastards!! Shit! No, no, no..."
Watching helplessly as another drone crashed forward, with a loud bang, the flames shot up, and the entire modified bulletproof car fell apart, the hood emitting white smoke.
The Motorcycle Gang boss was lucky to survive, staggering out of the rubble dazed. Just as he raised his head, another drone flew at high speed, hitting him directly, and exploded on the spot with a boom!
Grid videos on the screen went black one after another, and soon, only three or four drones were circling overhead, coldly surveying the scene. The entire convoy of dozens of Motorcycle Gang members, a steel torrent, was completely annihilated in mere seconds.
"That bulletproof car was really blast-resistant, took three drones to finish it off."
Allen Zhang sighed, "Looks like there was too little explosive packed after all."
One drone blows a person to pieces and you say there’s too much explosive.
Three drones turn a bulletproof car worth at least two hundred thousand US dollars into scrap, and you say there’s too little explosive.
A self-destructing drone carrying clay explosives cost only a few hundred dollars, to take out a pickup worth tens of thousands of US dollars—that’s a huge bargain.
As long as the explosives are powerful enough, even the King of Land Battle, a tank, would turn into a worthless shell, and the cost would only be a drone worth a few thousand dollars.
Blitz took videos and photos to keep as evidence for the General Sect Leader to send to the employer.
Allen Zhang glanced at the tracked USB signal source—he had lost one, likely carried by the Motorcycle Gang leader who had been sitting in the bulletproof car.
"Is the dead guy the leader or the boss?" Allen Zhang asked.
"It should be their boss." Blitz responded, "Not all of them have moved out; there should still be about a dozen people at the mountain camp and warehouse who haven’t come down."
"If they don’t come down, we’ll go up!"
Allen Zhang spoke with authority and then ordered Sieg and the Beggar Gang Disciples outside to pack up their gear, start the vehicles, and storm the mountain camp! Exterminate them!
"This battlefront wasn’t even needed."
Sieg and Bailey exchanged glances, somewhat astounded, and immediately packed up their gear and got into the car.
No way around it, the tactic of modern drone swarms was just too useful.
Cheap and effective, a frontal assault wasn’t necessary at all.
Because nobody could withstand drone bombing tactics; without a signal jammer or electromagnetic jamming ordnance, hiding in a bunker means waiting for death—were they supposed to get out and catch the bombs with steel helmets?
As long as the explosives and firepower are sufficient, isn’t this just a flexible, short-range missile?