Dbm Tornado - Dirty Target -

As he closed the gap, the Vultures opened fire. Harpoons whistled past his roll cage, and molotovs bloomed into orange flowers against the sand. Jax didn't flinch. He hit the toggle for the , and the Tornado kicked up a blinding wall of grit, masking his position.

Inside the cockpit, Jax gripped the steering wheel, his knuckles white. The Tornado was a beast of scrap metal and high-tensile steel, powered by a scavenged turbine that screamed louder than the wind. Today’s mission was simple but lethal: a extraction. DBM TORNADO - Dirty Target

The Vultures’ rig appeared on the horizon, a rolling fortress of spikes and rusted plating. Jax floored it. The Tornado’s unique hydraulic suspension kicked in, allowing him to weave through the debris field at speeds that would have flipped any other vehicle. As he closed the gap, the Vultures opened fire