"Give me the rifle."
Zhao Yaqian asked a soldier for a rifle. Despite the darkness, aiming wasn't difficult for her, thanks to her perception.
"Bang"
A shot was fired, instantly heading for the Contractor in the driver's seat. The man didn't have time to react before his head was blown off, rendering his prepared jump from the vehicle to escape useless.
However, even so, the out-of-control oil tank truck was already charging towards the wall.
The short distance meant that even killing the driver wasn't enough to alter its course completely.
Instead, the sparks caused by the friction had already ignited some of the leaking gasoline.
The tank truck turned into a fire chariot wrapped in fierce flames, heading straight for the wall.
"Hold your positions."
Su Han's voice was heard. The ten-meter-high wall, nearly three meters thick, wouldn't be toppled by a mere tank truck, he thought disparagingly.