"Boss, find the target, the direction is due south!" Frodo, the halfling who sneaked back into the RV to monitor the radar screen, shouted.

"Morgan, it's up to you!"

Hunter Morgan made an OK gesture and then beckoned Frodo over the intercom: "Turn on the RV loudspeaker and play audio number 9." ”

Then a loud horn rose on the roof of the RV, and the sound of "whoop" came from inside.

Frodo shouted over the intercom, "It's coming!" Speed 200 per hour! ”

Looking at Morgan leisurely smoking a pipe, Juan was surprised: "How did you do that?" ”

Morgan pointed to his head under his short gray hair and said conceitedly, "Knowledge and experience are the precious treasures of every hunter. ”

"I saw you raise a gun before, and I thought it was ......"

"What do you think? Do you want an old fellow like me to go and single out a griffin with an antique shotgun? Or do you think it's interested in my ribs? ”

Looking at the well-defined muscles under Morgan's shiny dark skin, who was almost ready to participate in a bodybuilding competition, Juan said with some embarrassment: "Dad, you are too modest. ”

"If you insist on my physical body, it's not impossible, as long as you are willing to add money."

But a growing black spot in the southern sky made Juan abandon Morgan's suggestion to increase the excitement of the live stream.

"Fight!"

Juan shouted, raising the SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missile and placing the scope on the griffin flying in a straight line.

After locking on, he pulled the trigger, and a puff of white smoke whistled out.

Then Juan directly threw away the launcher, picked up the FGM-148 "Javelin" anti-tank missile, and continued to aim and lock.

But the griffin in the shot suddenly shows its belly and disappears.

Juan took his eyes off the scope and adjusted his sight distance with a brain chip.

He saw the griffin flapping its wings with a wingspan of nearly 20 meters, almost at a vertical angle, and was rapidly rising, as if the other party instinctively sensed the danger and wanted to avoid the missiles that were speeding towards it.

However, the SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missile is also a typical "leave it alone after launch", dragging white smoke, automatically adjusting the angle, and chasing the griffin upwards.

The griffin's wings flapped frequently, increasing its speed to the limit, but compared to the SA-7 man-portable anti-aircraft missile's speed of 500 meters per second, its efforts were in vain.

But just before the missile was about to catch up, the griffin did a somersault and made a 180-degree U-turn, changing the pull to a more swift dive.

Perhaps the griffon had used this method to avoid the danger of some kind of contact that would cause damage, but this time it was wrong, and the detonation of an anti-aircraft missile did not necessarily need to be triggered by contact.

In less than 0.01 seconds when the griffin and the missile staggered, the anti-aircraft missile exploded into a fireball, and countless fragments of shrapnel shot out in all directions.

Countless blood flowers erupted from the griffin's body, especially its outstretched wings, which were shattered almost instantly.

The flightless griffon, like a kite with a broken string, was planted, and with a loud "thump", it smashed into the plain overgrown with low weeds.

It fell so hard that Juan, who was two kilometers away, mistakenly thought that the ground trembled.

"Up, up, up!" Juan jumped into the buggy and shouted, giving the order to attack.

Morgan, who was driving, immediately turned up the power to the fullest, and the floating off-road vehicle roared and spewed out airflow, and in a very short time, it went from standstill to full speed.

With the support of the exoskeleton, Juan resisted the acceleration and barely managed to gain a foothold, but to aim and shoot in such a situation, I am afraid that only a highly trained soldier can do it, such as Thorin, who operates a vehicle-mounted machine gun.

Once the six-barreled Gatling of the Vulcan D, with a rate of fire of 6,000 rounds per minute, launched a rage, the muzzle of the gun pulled out a long flame like a gas welding nozzle, and the sound was like a fast-moving chainsaw "poof~poof~", and the gushing out shells were like a waterfall in the collection box.

Such a shot, as long as a tenth of the bullets hit the target, it is estimated that the opponent can be torn to pieces, but if it is spread throughout the south, it will not be enough.

And the dwarf Thorin's mysterious shot seems to have plans to spread to a larger area.

"Thorin! Don't pull the trigger! Look at it and then fight! ”

The growl of the hunter Morgan could be heard in the headphones, but Thorin didn't know if his ears were deafened by the sound of the gunshots or his fingers were cramping, so he didn't do it.

But what he did inspired Juan.

Since you can't aim accurately on a speeding off-road vehicle, you simply attack with a range that you don't need to aim.

Juan picked up the Gatling gun he had in hand, placed it on the hood of the car with the windshield removed, aimed it roughly in the direction of the griffin, and pulled the trigger.

"Wow~~!"

The exoskeleton bracket resists strong reaction forces, and the application of new materials also prevents the machine gun from overheating and exploding.

Juan, who had pulled the trigger, continued to shoot, and he saw that he seemed to have achieved some success.

From time to time, a column of blood rose from the griffon's struggling griffon, but it was unknown whether it came from Juan or Thorin's blind shot.

It took the float about a minute to cover the nearly two-kilometer distance, and Morgan used a sharp brake to park the buggy 100 meters away from the griffin.

This distance is too close, less than the minimum range requirement of the FGM-148 "Javelin" anti-tank missile, so that the missile launched will not have time to complete the guidance, and it is only equivalent to a direct rocket.

That being the case, it is better to directly use an RPG equipped with an armor-piercing high-explosive warhead.

Juan, who thought so, picked up the RPG at his feet and put it on his shoulder, and stood up directly in the co-pilot seat.

He didn't aim either, just pointed the super-caliber rocket roughly at the griffin's huge body, and then followed the practice of ancient movies, shouting "RPG!" ", pulled the trigger on the pistol-type grip.

The rocket with the conical warhead slammed into the griffin with a clear white trail, slammed headlong into its thick left front paw, and fired a jet of hot metal that cut half of the griffon's foot like a red-hot knife cutting through butter.

The intense pain did not break the griffon's will, but seemed to provoke its ferocity.

The griffon, which had flipped over, crossed the distance of 100 meters between the two sides in a few jumps, and it crashed headlong into the floating off-road vehicle.

The floating car tumbled, bouncing on the ground in a "ping-pong" manner, throwing out all three people in the car who were not wearing seat belts.

Juan, who was protected by an exoskeleton brace, was not severely injured despite being thrown and covered in dust.

But just as Juan was about to get up, the griffin who had pounced on him grabbed it with the wind on his right front paw.

Juan reflexively fended off the Gatling gun horizontally in front of him.

"Smack!"

The all-metal machine gun turned into a low-quality plastic toy in front of the griffin's claws, and was easily smashed to pieces.

Debris penetrated through the gap in the exoskeleton and hit Juan in the chest.

The pain was so intense that Juan was breathless for a moment, and he suspected that his ribs might have been broken, and that the broken bones might even have pierced into the lobes of his lungs.

But now is not the time to think about that.

Juan saw the griffin's sharp beak pecking at him.