HLM -Chapter 1149 Ferocious Bandits

The garbage truck suddenly lurched forward, leaving Wang Bo and the police stunned.

In an instant, a thought flashed through Wang Bo’s mind: Could Suladi be in cahoots with these robbers? Was he driving the garbage truck to provide cover for them?

The idea had barely formed when Suladi had already driven the garbage truck behind the roadblock. The massive vehicle screeched to a halt, and the Black sanitation worker jumped down, ducking behind the Marauder for cover.

The pickup trucks were already closing in—only about a kilometer away now. Their engines roared madly, the noise shaking everyone’s eardrums.

The Heart of Vigilance on the sandbox kept pulsing wildly. Irritated and unsettled, Wang Bo waved his hand and put the sandbox away.

By this time, the pickup trucks were right in front of them. The road surface was flat and open—any sudden move on his part would easily arouse the police’s suspicion.

The two pickup trucks clearly had no intention of slowing down. The people inside must have seen the roadblock, yet they still charged straight at it without hesitation!

The police hurriedly took cover behind their patrol cars. Wang Bo figured the Marauder was the safest place and sprinted over to hide there.

Suladi was already crouched there, his butt sticking up. He’d concealed himself so well that Wang Bo hadn’t even noticed him when he ran over.

“What the hell was that just now? Have you lost your mind?” Wang Bo shouted.

Suladi yelled back while gesturing frantically. “That roadblock—it won’t work! It can’t stop armed pickups like these! They’re using solid—”

He didn’t finish his sentence before the lead pickup truck slammed into the roadblock with a deafening crash.

The upright barrier was completely useless. The pickup’s tires were high off the ground. Although they struck the tire spikes, the truck wasn’t stopped—it dragged the entire roadblock up off the ground by brute force!

The roadblock’s grip was far too weak. Only three steel spikes had bitten into the asphalt, nowhere near enough.

The pickup did smash through the barrier, but it still couldn’t escape. The garbage truck was right in front of it, and it was moving too fast to swerve. With a loud bang, it plowed straight into the garbage truck.

The second pickup was much craftier. It slowed down in advance and veered into the flower field by the roadside.

The soft soil there prevented it from accelerating, but at least the truck remained intact.

As soon as it entered the flower field, the doors flew open. A burly man wearing a Hulk mask jumped down and shouted something.

It wasn’t English—sounded like Russian. Wang Bo didn’t catch the words, but the intonation reminded him of the Russian Eva sometimes spoke.

At the shout, the pickup that had crashed into the garbage truck opened up. Four big men staggered out and ran toward the second pickup.

Uncle Bing seized the moment, popped up, and fired a shot—bang!—dropping the man at the front.

The gunshot rang out. The other three immediately retreated back into the pickup, while the big man by the flower field also hurriedly backed off, shouting something at the same time—

This time Wang Bo understood. It was in English:

“Fuck!”

Sam, crouched behind a patrol car, shouted through a loudspeaker, “Hey, guys, calm down! We’re not your enemies—”

A burly man wearing an Iron Man mask jumped down from the pickup in the flower field, rifle in hand. Instantly, bullets rained down:

“Tat-tat-tat—!”

The patrol car windows shattered into glittering shards. It was Wang Bo’s first time experiencing anything like this. Panic surged through him, and instinctively he wanted to flatten himself against the ground.

A powerful arm grabbed him. Suladi seized his shoulder and hauled him up, shouting, “The chassis is too high—hide by the tires! Don’t lie flat! If they sweep under the car, we’re done for!”

Sure enough, a few bullets immediately zipped out from beneath the car, punching several deep holes into the ground.

For the first time, cold sweat of terror broke out on Wang Bo’s back. Since coming to Sunset Town, this was the first situation he truly couldn’t control.

The pickup on the road was manageable—thanks to the Heart of the Road, he could still influence that vehicle and the bandits behind it.

But the pickup that had left the road and entered the flower field was a different story. There was no Heart of Territory there. Even with the sandbox, he couldn’t affect those bandits at all!

After one magazine was emptied, there was a brief lull. The police were just about to breathe a sigh of relief when gunfire erupted again—another semi‑automatic rifle, another thirty rounds sweeping in.

This time the bullets came from straight ahead. The two groups of bandits had formed a crossfire!

The police were completely pinned down. Uncle Bing couldn’t show any of his skills at all—armed with only a small handgun, he didn’t dare stick his head out.

From the sandbox, Wang Bo saw three burly men step out from behind the pickup on the road. They were also carrying rifles. Using their companions’ cover by the roadside, they charged toward the police cars.

Seeing this, Wang Bo grew frantic. This was clearly an attempt to wipe them out. The bandits didn’t want a standoff—they wanted to rush in and kill everyone!

The situation was critical. As the three men passed right by the garbage truck, an idea struck him. He quickly opened the side door of the garbage truck.

With a loud clang, the door flew open and the trash inside poured out like a flood, instantly burying all three men.

At the sight, Wang Bo couldn’t help making the sign of the cross over his chest. Thank goodness the truck was full of garbage—otherwise, he would’ve had no options left.

That said, it was all household trash, and the garbage truck wasn’t very high. Falling on people like that couldn’t really cause serious injuries.

Wang Bo zoomed in on the sandbox, picked up a champagne bottle, and smashed it hard onto the head of the man at the back.

With a muffled groan, the man collapsed limply to the ground.

Two were left. Wang Bo pinned their guns in place, then waved his hand. Seeing the signal, the Zhuang Ding and Queen—who had been poking their heads out of the Marauder—immediately lunged at them.

“Woof—woof—woof!”

Amid the furious roars of the two dogs, the men were slammed to the ground.

That took care of all four on the front line. Once pinned by Zhuang Ding and Queen, even Tyson himself would have to kneel.

Seeing this, the people in the pickup by the roadside started cursing. They had no idea what had happened to their companions—only that their luck seemed incredibly bad.

With their front-line partners gone, the bandits were left with only suppressive fire. Trying to charge again became extremely difficult.

And without crossfire now, Uncle Bing could finally raise his head.

The four bandits from the flower field all rushed out. They split into two groups, covering each other as they attempted to assault the police position. Seeing this, Wang Bo was so furious he wanted to curse out loud:

“Damn it all—are these robbers? These are freaking ferocious bandits!”

Sam and the others didn’t dare move, screaming from behind the cars, “Boss! Where’s Sheriff Smith?!”

Wang Bo wanted to know too, but the radio was still in the car, and now was obviously not the time to be pulling out a phone.

Without crossfire cover, the four bandits didn’t dare rush forward recklessly.

They crouched low and advanced a few steps. Uncle Bing seized the chance and fired several shots—bang, bang, bang!—forcing the four bandits to drop flat and take cover.

Seeing this, Wang Bo clenched his teeth and roared, “Fire together! We have to stop them! We’re the last line of defense—if we let them break into the town, the consequences will be unimaginable!”