"Damn it!"
Iron Hide's vision blurred, and he instinctively slammed on the brakes. The next moment, the glass exploded with a "bang," and a mass of pitch-black stuff burst into a bloody mess.
Fortunately, the glass of the armored vehicle was four layers of specially reinforced glass, designed to withstand not just bullets, but also missiles.
This seemed to be a crow, but after it shattered into pieces, the blackened mass of flesh didn't fall off; instead, it wriggled with life, and one could see blood-sucking organs opening and contracting within the irradiated flesh.
Iron Hide quickly turned on the wipers to sweep away the thing.
"Things aren't very peaceful around here, Fatty."
Fat Xiang, not often seen without a silly smile, pressed his large face against the glass. On the cracked asphalt road, corpses could occasionally be seen, mostly gnawed into a pitted state, with clear signs of decay, dead for many days.
