"Come, come, the megaphone."
Zhang Su gestured to the person behind him.
"Catch it, big brother!"
Zhao Dezhu caught the portable speaker from Yuwen and tossed it lightly.
"Hello, hello..."
Crack, crack.
Zhang Su tested the mic, then gestured to the three vehicles: "Friends over there, where are you from? What do you want to do?"
After shouting, there was no reaction from the other side, just people glancing at each other, their expressions not very rich.
The Yama Corps were holding rifles, and seeing the strange state of the others, they directly unlocked the safety, ready for combat at any moment.
Qi Xiaoshuai tilted his head and whispered to Pang Dakun: "If those cars suddenly start, shoot that little van on the left."
"Okay, no problem."
Pang Dakun nodded heavily, his face full of caution.
Zhao Dezhu heard the two talking and went to Lu Yubo's side to discuss their defensive strategy.
