(There are repetitions, please read again in ten minutes)
On the busy street, several cars shuttled between the traffic. If you add a song of "Superstar" by Saliva, the classic feeling will come.
As a result, heavy metal-style sound waves sounded in the car, accompanied by the speed of the Hummer, and the male voice's "now has orge the day that i take the lead and i make you follow" seemed particularly explosive and fitting, making people's adrenaline soar. .
"What? This is the soundtrack from "Fast and Furious 1". It just fits our current situation, doesn't it?" Mo Qiuran shook the phone in his hand and said to the people in the car who were looking at him. There was no trace of it at all. The feeling of being out of place sounds like he is blaming others for not knowing how to appreciate it, "You must have artistic talent! Only in this way can you have sufficient inspiration when creating! Do you know why so many writers often go out to collect materials? That’s why, of course, not counting the twenty-one videos updated in one year!”
"Junior, regardless of whether the material is true or not, someone who updates twenty-one videos a year is called a eunuch, not an author, right?" Fingel said.
Yuan Zhisheng chooses not to listen to their words. If you don’t want to become like a psychopath, don’t try to understand their brain circuits. For example, try to figure out how they can still think of playing music and chatting while being chased like this. To go to the video again... it's simply outrageous!
Is this the happy world of neurotics? Because the brain circuit is never on business? It’s really enviable...ah, no, it’s really despised!
"Let me control the road and arrange for them to come out to a nearby place that can be cleared quickly. These people want to cause trouble so quickly. They don't take us seriously at all!" After sorting out his thoughts, he focused on business. Yuan Zhisheng and Sakura said.
"Yes!" Sakura nodded and started to call, but what came from the phone was a blind tone.
"The signal is blocked." Sakura said as she glanced at the sign on her phone that showed no signal.
"Let's get out of the car and fight!" Mo Qiuran said excitedly.
As he said this, a gunshot rang out, and a white mark appeared on the glass, but it did not shatter.
"Unless it is necessary, you must not use the power of the word spirit in front of ordinary people. I believe all the commissioners should understand this." Yuan Zhisheng glanced at the white dots and said.
"So even if your car is bulletproof, will it be beaten in vain?" Mo Qiuran asked.
"Of course not. You can open the rainproof cloth on the third row of the back seat and take a look." Yuan Zhisheng said.
After hearing this, Mo Qiuran turned around and pulled up the thick layer of azure rainproof cloth. The neon lights outside the car shone in, and the colorful light reflected on the metallic weapons exposed after losing the cover of the rainproof cloth. gloss.
"Not bad! That's a bit interesting!" Mo Qiuran whistled.
It was an individual missile and three military shotguns, plus two precision shooting rifles and automatic rifles of models that Mo Qiuran could not recognize, as well as a box of grenades and various types of bullets. There was also a pistol, but there was no need to mention it, anyway. Mo Qiuran didn't know him either... You know, he was just a high school student half a month ago!
What? will use? If you know how to use it and know the model number, there is no need to contact you! (Confidently)
It's hard to imagine that they were accompanied by arms of this size before. Thanks to a vehicle with enough space like the Hummer, it was able to accommodate arms of this size.
"Of course, our family often needs to deal with some relatively fierce gang struggles. Sometimes, even our name may not be easy to deal with some lunatics, or there are some deadpools that require heavy firepower to solve... What are you doing!" Yuan Zhisheng said as he suddenly saw Mo Qiuran holding the individual missile in his hand through the rearview mirror.
"It's a blast! This is a good thing!" Mo Qiuran patted the thing and said cheerfully.
"Put that thing back, things haven't reached that point yet! If rockets are used in the center of Tokyo, our wanted order will be on the headlines tomorrow!"
Yuan Zhisheng's face was livid. Originally, he planned to use this pile of arms to scare Mo Qiuran and others. Facts have proved that as a normal person, you should never expect the reaction of a psycho!
"Ah? With the power of the Japanese branch in Japan, can't you even cancel a wanted order? That's really regrettable. I thought you could control the replacement of the Japanese emperor with your hands and eyes..." Mo Qiuranman said with regret.
"Junior, junior, the Emperor of Japan is completely a mascot these days, and Japan's cabinet ministers and prime ministers are the powerful figures!" Fingel reminded.
"So that's it!" Mo Qiuran suddenly realized and looked at Yuan Zhisheng, "So can you control the replacement elections of cabinet ministers and prime ministers? Logically speaking, it should be possible, right?"
Yuan Zhisheng: "..."
Do we still need to be gangsters if we can? Why don’t we just clean up and become Prime Minister?
Also, when talking about these things in Wailou, can you put that individual missile back first?
Just as she was thinking this, the Hummer driven by Sakura roared like a wild beast, and she felt a push on her back. The whole car suddenly rushed forward, avoiding the attack of the two cars on both sides.
"There are five cars in total. They have privacy films. I don't know how many people are there." As Ying Zheng was talking, she turned the steering wheel and slammed the car that was catching up to the wall, knocking it upside down. There was a loud collision, and she said coldly, "Four cars."
"It's sweet and cute! Mr. Zhisheng, if you miss this kind of girl, you will regret it for the rest of your life!" Mo Qiuran's advice came, accompanied by Fingel's nodding and "yes, absolutely" in agreement.
Yuan Zhisheng could only choose to pretend that he didn't hear anything. It was best not to pay attention to these damn lunatics. If they didn't pay attention to them, it was already like this. If they did, wouldn't it be like going to heaven!
So he opened the passenger's glove box, took out a pistol from it, and opened fire at a car that was approaching quickly. The glass of that car is also bulletproof, but the gun in Yuan Zhisheng's hand is also specially made, and he uses armor-piercing bullets!
Yuan Zhisheng didn't look back. He directly reached out and fired. With the sound of gunfire, the shots were fired while the two cars were moving. All the bullets fired were concentrated on one point!
Even bulletproof glass has its upper limit. The glass shattered, and the last bullet hit the driver directly between the eyebrows. The next second, the car crashed out of control and crashed into other places. The series of bombardments made adrenaline surge.
"Classic car battle! Precise marksmanship! I like it!" Mo Qiuran applauded, "It's my turn, open the sunroof!"
At this time, violent gunfire came. Perhaps the enemy finally realized that what they were chasing was not a group of ordinary people but the special commissioners of the Cassel College Headquarters and people who could be arranged to protect these people. The ones who had been easily overthrown before The vehicles and the cars that were destroyed with a few consecutive shots already illustrate this point, so the windows of the following cars were opened, and several armed men, all wrapped up and down without any exposed skin, fired at the Humvee with various firearms. , directly turning this place into a Syrian battlefield.
There was a tinkling sound coming from the rear window of the Hummer. White flowers bloomed on the glass, and then were covered by the next one. Like snowflakes, they turned into a vast whiteness in an instant.
When a bullet can break the snowflake-like glass, life will pass. Those people's marksmanship is not as incredible as Yuan Zhisheng's, but quantitative changes lead to qualitative changes. With their strafing, the bulletproof glass is broken. It’s just a matter of time!
"Do we still want to open it now?" Yuan Zhisheng was not in a hurry, but asked with a smile and a hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth.
"Of course!" Mo Qiuran picked up the precision shooting rifle from the back seat, "I like to challenge the hail of bullets the most!"
"...I don't advocate this kind of behavior of sending oneself to death." Yuan Zhisheng was stunned and replied aggrievedly. Originally, he wanted to hear the words that Mo Qiuran gave up and then gave up, but he didn't expect...this is indeed the case. What a psycho!
Then he realized that there were many things he hadn't expected.
for example--
"Forget it, I'll do it myself!" Mo Qiuran stretched out his hand and put it on the sunroof of the car.
"The skylight is made of the same bulletproof glass and is thicker. You can't open it unless we open it..." Yuan Zhisheng was talking when he heard a clicking sound.
He paused for a moment and turned his head to look at Mo Qiuran.
Mo Qiuran's hand was white and slender, but it could still be seen that it was strong and strong. However, no matter how strong it was, it would not cause the current situation. Yuan Zhisheng just saw Mo Qiuran's hand pressed against the skylight without moving. , countless cracks spread out from the skylight that he had just said was "strong" centered on his palm!
When they heard Yuan Zhisheng say that the sunroof was strong, Fingel and Chu Zihang silently moved closer to the car door. They both saw the smile on Mo Qiuran's face. They all knew that Mo Qiuran Ran is generally interested in strong things... This interest refers to the interest in trying how "strong" this thing is!
After all, he went to the ice cellar twice and had the equipment department renovate it twice!
This guy’s code name is Husky!
Taking things apart can be said to be a kind of fun for him!
"Hmm...it doesn't seem to be as strong as you said." Mo Qiuran said, staring at the skylight that had been shattered and was still in a state of being torn apart but still just short of finishing.
Yuan Zhisheng: "!!!"
He didn't know how Mo Qiuran did it. Didn't it look like his hand was just placed on it and not moving?
Just as he was about to speak, time stopped.
In Japan, the word "stop" always seems to have some special meaning...but not this time.
Everything was just that the world in Mo Qiuran's eyes had stopped.
Because, at this moment, his speed has reached an unimaginable level.
This is a high speed that even Hilbert Jean Angers, recognized as the fastest hybrid in the mixed race world, cannot see clearly. So in comparison, in Mo Qiuran's vision, everything stops except him. Walk alone!
Extreme speed represents extreme destructive power.
What Mo Qiuran did was very simple. He just put his hand on the skylight, pressed it down, and then relaxed back, that's all.
So a terrible phenomenon occurred... called resonance.
Resonance can even easily destroy a cross-sea bridge. A special bulletproof glass skylight is nothing more than a trivial matter!
This is because Mo Qiuran is not proficient enough in using the [Quicksilver] ability except for the hand movement while other parts are in a normal state. It took a while to find the real resonance frequency.
In short, the bullet-proof glass with broken threads was completely shattered by Mo Qiuran's last vibration, but the broken glass only stayed still in mid-air and did not fall. Mo Qiuran slowly unbuckled his seat belt and held the precision shooting gun in his arms. Rifle stood up, broke through the skylight, looked around, and said "Wow" in admiration.
This is a beautiful sight. There is no doubt that when everything is still, just like traveling in the world of photos, a wonderful feeling arises in the heart.
Only light can still faithfully enter Mo Qiuran's retina, and then image and react.
So... what if it is the same speed as light, or faster than light, reaching a speed that even light cannot catch up with?
What would that look like?
In the still world, Mo Qiuran thought about this scientific question for a while, and finally chose to give up.
There will be opportunities in the future, but definitely not now.
According to legend, you can travel through time when you travel faster than the speed of light, and time is something... so scary that Mo Qiuran doesn't even dare to think about it.
There are too many examples of speedsters playing with time and then being played by time... Regardless of whether it is true or not, at least now Mo Qiuran has nothing to do that requires traveling through time.
What's more, he is still far away from the speed of light!
So he finally cleared his mind
There will be opportunities in the future, but definitely not now.
According to legend, you can travel through time when you travel faster than the speed of light, and time is something... so scary that Mo Qiuran doesn't even dare to think about it.
There are too many examples of speedsters playing with time and then being played by time... Regardless of whether it is true or not, at least now Mo Qiuran has nothing to do that requires traveling through time.
What's more, he is still far away from the speed of light!
So he finally cleared his mind
There will be opportunities in the future, but definitely not now.
According to legend, you can travel through time when you travel faster than the speed of light, and time is something... so scary that Mo Qiuran doesn't even dare to think about it.
There are too many examples of speedsters playing with time and then being played by time... Regardless of whether it is true or not, at least now Mo Qiuran has nothing to do that requires traveling through time.
What's more, he is still far away from the speed of light!
So he finally cleared his mind
There will be opportunities in the future, but definitely not now.
According to legend, you can travel through time when you travel faster than the speed of light, and time is something... so scary that Mo Qiuran doesn't even dare to think about it.
There are too many examples of speedsters playing with time and then being played by time... Regardless of whether it is true or not, at least now Mo Qiuran has nothing to do that requires traveling through time.
What's more, he is still far away from the speed of light!
So he finally cleared his mind
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