The game between top assassins is extremely dangerous, especially Cross and Firefox. They have the ability of bullet time and can deliver fatal blows from various weird angles at any time.
Both of them knew this. Firefox was the one being chased. He was very passive when he couldn't get rid of the cross, and it was difficult to fight back. Although Cross doesn't need to drive the car himself, it is inevitable that his son will be a bit arrogant in the opponent's hands.
Seeing the box truck in the rearview mirror getting closer and closer, Firefox was heartbroken and slammed the steering wheel in his hand. The Dodge Viper rushed directly from the fast lane into the reverse lane and drove in the opposite direction.
Firefox kept turning the steering wheel to avoid cars coming from the front, which frightened Wesley. The strong lights made him dizzy, and his ears were filled with the piercing sound of horns. He felt something he had never experienced in the first half of his life. stimulation.
The speed of life and death can lead to a car crash and death if you are not careful.
On the other side, the box truck followed closely behind, constantly performing coquettish moves on the reverse road, perfectly avoiding the speeding cars. Russell swayed his body to the exciting music and shouted beats. BABY's superb driving skills allowed him to do everything with ease. With his hands on the steering wheel, he felt omnipotent, as if he owned the whole world.
Cross was extremely tolerant and realized that Russell was a super driver. He immediately raised his gun and shot at the supercar. Soon he hit the rear tire and slowed down the supercar.
"Oh, my God! He's catching up, and we're going to be finished!" Wesley screamed, as if he was being slapped from behind while picking up soap and surrounded by a dozen strong black men.
"Quiet!"
A cold light flashed in Fire Fox's eyes. She has never been a passive woman. She likes to ride... ahem, she likes to take the initiative. Under Wesley's puzzled look, she took a gun and smashed the front windshield, handed the steering wheel to Wesley, then turned over and climbed out.
Firefox held two guns, hooked one foot on the steering wheel and the other on the window frame, lying on the hood with his back, and launched a counterattack against the box truck behind him.
Firefox's favorite gun is a modified Browning M1911. The gun body has orchid tattoos, lion totems, ivory grips, muzzle devices and extended magazines. The 11.5MM caliber bullet is extremely powerful, even more powerful than most submachine guns, and can be fatal even if it misses a vital point.
Firefox's M1911 is both violent and beautiful. It is one of the most perfect pistols.
She held a submachine gun in her other hand, and fired the two guns in succession, suppressing the cross in an instant.
Looking at the two strong and tight long legs in front of him, Wesley forgot to scream. He was not fascinated, but he accidentally shed two nosebleeds.
"Tsk tsk, she turns out to be a beautiful woman! Your son is very beautiful. Judging from the beautiful girl's current posture, his two thighs just clamp his head." Russell tilted his upper body and concentrated on driving the box truck, mouthing Don’t forget to talk about flowers.
"Shut up and focus on driving!"
"It's always on!"
Cross raised his gun to fight back, and Russell stopped teasing. Whenever a sense of crisis hit his heart, he turned the steering wheel to dodge. The box truck was like a speeding snake, winding and winding without slowing down at all. It was far away from the Dodge Viper. The snake is getting closer and closer.
Seeing that he was about to catch up with the red supercar, Cross couldn't help but smile. The brotherhood wanted to take away his son, but there was no way. However, at this moment, rapid sirens sounded from both sides, Cross glanced left and right, and more than ten police cars were rounding them up.
Although these police cars were quickly out of sight and could only eat Russell's exhaust, Cross knew very well that there must be roadblocks ahead, and maybe there were armored anti-explosion vehicles.
"Damn it, the agents are so efficient. They weren't so fast before!" Cross Cross looked unhappy.
Russell rolled his eyes, not wanting to talk now.
On the red supercar in front of him, Firefox gave up his counterattack due to lack of ammunition, climbed back into the driver's seat, pushed away Wesley, who looked upright, turned the supercar into the normal driving lane, and tried to fish in troubled waters with the help of a police car.
Russell followed and drove into the normal driving lane. When turning, he skillfully shifted into gear and drifted, leaning forward little by little. This distance was already within the range of the cross, but at some point a police helicopter appeared in the sky, its searchlight shining directly on the box truck.
Russell frowned: "There's something wrong with the situation. If I'm not mistaken, the police seem to be targeting us!?"
Cross didn't even raise his head and replied directly: "It must be Sloan. He has a relationship with the congressman. There are people from him in the police station."
"How about it, do you want to continue chasing?"
Cross' face was expressionless: "Chase!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets were thrown out in a row, and time seemed to slow down. The specially-made threaded bullet crossed an arc and killed the remaining three tires with precise accuracy.
The tire suffered a critical blow and fell off and was thrown out. Only the wheel hub was left on the red supercar, but it was still galloping stubbornly, but at a slower speed.
Russell stepped on the accelerator, no, the accelerator was already fully depressed, and the box truck directly hit the butt of the Dodge Viper, pushing it forward.
Bang! Bang!
Firefox turned around and fired two bullets. Russell lowered his head to dodge. The box truck slowed down and retreated some distance.
Russell said dissatisfied: "What are you doing, covering me!"
Cross glanced at the red supercar unwillingly: "There are snipers nearby, killers from the Brotherhood. Let's leave!"
Upon hearing this, Russell immediately bowed his head and did not ask where the sniper was. Cross was a professional in this regard and it was not his turn to question.
Seeing a row of police cars forming a roadblock from a distance, and two black armored and anti-explosion vehicles pressing down like giant beasts, Russell knew that he wouldn't be able to catch Wesley tonight. Even if they were chased back, the two people's weapons and equipment were not enough to successfully retreat, not to mention there was a helicopter in the sky, which could shoot down a few explosive bombs and so on, which would be enough for the two of them to drink.
Russell turned the steering wheel fiercely, and the box truck swerved sideways. As it entered the opposite lane next to it, the front of the truck turned around and rushed out.
Firefox looked at the abandoned cross in the rearview mirror, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief, and stepped on the brake.
The braking system of the Dodge Viper... was not very good. No one had ever been able to successfully brake on this car while it was traveling at high speed, so the red supercar ended up crashing into the police car blocking the road. As for the two rows of car-blocking spikes deployed by the police, the red supercar with only the metal wheels is the same regardless of whether it has or not.
Four police officers in SWAT gear rushed forward, two of them pointed guns at Firefox and Wesley, and the two were responsible for escorting them into an explosion-proof vehicle. Firefox cooperated throughout the whole process, and the SWAT police did not make things difficult for her. Instead, Wesley's arms were clamped behind her back and handcuffed.
In the explosion-proof car, Firefox took back the M1911 from the lean black SWAT officer, sighed and leaned on the seat. The encounter tonight was not very pleasant.
The black SWAT officer is the 'Gunsmith', a core member of the Brotherhood. He ignored Wesley's ghostly expression and asked directly: "Firefox, you almost failed, what happened?"
Firefox couldn't bear to look back, held his forehead and said: "Cross found a powerful driver from nowhere. I have never seen such abnormal driving skills..."
"Okay, report this matter to Sloan yourself, and let's take Wesley back first."
On the other side, Russell drove a box truck and swung away the police car behind him, but the helicopter in the sky followed him like a shadow. He drove the truck into the downtown area, stopped, and got into the crowd with the cross, and soon disappeared.
The two took a taxi to take a detour, and Cross dug out a car in a remote garage. Russell drove back to the factory.
This time, Russell's speed was much slower. The 'Character Card: BABY' had expired. Unless it was drawn again, it would be difficult to race in the opposite direction.
But it doesn't matter. For a driver like BABY, a little bit of experience is enough for Russell to pretend to be an experienced driver.
【Ding! The host gains skills: Vehicle Driving Proficiency! 】
Not a one-time skill, but permanent.
[Skill: Vehicle driving proficiency (there is still some distance between being a master and a car god, but in the eyes of newbies, you are already an unreachable old driver)]
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【Street Diary】
The reason why I don’t work hard to update is because I know that if I don’t work hard and become a loser, it will cause much less pain than if I work hard and become a loser.
