God Mode RV Reigns the Apocalypse
The next second, they slipped from his fingers and hit the floor.
There, in the fading sunset light, a black steel behemoth rolled through the gate—even bigger than before, even more menacing. It was longer. Taller. Covered in scales of reactive armor. And on its roof, a turret slowly rotated—the thick barrel gleaming with a cold, deadly light in the dying sun.
Behind it...
No Keith pickup.
No Wolf Pack bikes.
Nothing.
"Shit..."
Brady's legs went weak. Only an idiot wouldn't be able to put it together. Keith and his men were all dead.