As the two black crows quietly moved towards the hidden area to leave, a dull thud echoed behind them.
The nuclear engine was being hoisted down from the vehicle like a massive icebox.
Hearing the noise, the black crow immediately quickened his pace, dragging his companion, the black-eyed one, to run off into the distance.
Bang!
They barely took a few steps when gunfire erupted behind them.
Bullets carved out fist-sized dents from the nearby tree trunks.
The splintering wood sent their hearts racing, causing them to shudder.
The black crow could no longer care for his subordinate; he rolled on the ground, dodging to one side and taking cover behind another large tree, cautiously checking back.
If the enemy had powerful firearms, escaping as they did earlier would be courting death.
He pressed himself against the tree trunk and peered forward, searching for the four other trucks his subordinates had driven away.
But no one returned.
Those so-called subordinates were nothing but opportunists; when the wind changed, they scattered like leaves.
"Damn it!" The black crow's eyes turned cold, plotting to deal with those useless fools after he managed to escape.