Dozens of gunmen, with a thunderous strike, millions of luxury cars were swept through by dense bullets in an instant, like a hornet's nest.
If anyone was in the car, they would probably die at this time.
However, neither Chen Yang nor Chen Fang looked anxious.
The viewing angle of the high-definition screen in front of them is from top to bottom, tilted 45 degrees, and they can see things that the gunmen cannot see under the cover of night.
Almost at the same time that the garbage truck rushed out and passed by the Porsche, two figures, like monkeys and violent apes, rushed out of the Porsche that suddenly braked to a stop.
The monkey jumped out of the driver's seat. As soon as it appeared, it curled up with its head in its arms and rolled up to the bottom of the garbage truck. It was as if the soil had escaped into the ground and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Baoyuan got out of the passenger seat and slammed the car door with his shoulder. He was majestic and powerful, walking as fast as flying. He also dragged an iron gun behind him, and the gun head wiped out a series of sparks on the ground.
All this was completed before the Volvo convoy blocked it and then the gunfire broke out.
The slightest difference is the difference between life and death.
Chen Yang followed the movement of the man holding the iron gun with his eyes, and listened to Chen Fang's introduction to the two of them:
"Driving is called Happy. He is a former domestic Formula 4 racing champion. He was framed and retired. He was later incorporated into the Chen Kingdom. He is now the minion of the Chen Kingdom and the number one driver;
Those who use iron spears are called Wu Chi. They are disciples of Li Shuwen, the master of martial arts in the Republic of China. He is good at Bajiquan and Bajiqiang. He is a master of the dark power level. He can do whatever he wants, and he is now a minion of the Chen Kingdom."
Chen Yang nodded. No wonder that Gao Xing was so miraculous whether he imitated his driving habits or responded to critical moments. He turned out to be a championship-level driver.
The martial arts idiot was even more impressive. In just a few words from Chen Fang, he dragged his iron gun, stepped on the guardrail and the mountainside, crossed a hundred meters distance, and rushed towards the Volvo formation.
Riding alone into battle!
No matter how fast Wu Chi moved, under the illumination of gunfire and car lights, the gunmen still caught his flying figure like a roc spreading its wings.
Turn the gun head around and focus the fire in separate waves.
In an instant, the guardrails, mountain walls, and road surface made a series of crisp sounds as if struck by heavy rain, and sparks flew flying, chasing Wu Chi's back.
In these short ten seconds, Wu Chi moved, leaped, curled up, rolled, pounced forward, and lay on his side...
He fully revealed the keen intuition, super reactions and rapid bursts of martial arts masters.
Attacking for nearly a hundred meters, bullets rained down, but none of them could penetrate Wu Chi's body.
In just over ten seconds, Wu Chi pounced in front of the Volvo team, and the situation changed again.
Chen Fang picked up the walkie-talkie and said forcefully: "Close the net!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the bright light of the tactical flashlight emerged from the hiding place behind the Volvo convoy and kept hitting the gunmen.
These tactical flashlights were all mounted on explosion-proof hats. They appeared together with the bright light of the flashlight, and were surrounded by dozens of people dressed as mercenaries with oil paint on their faces and camouflage on their bodies, holding guns.
The gunmen screamed and there was confusion.
Some people continued to shoot the martial arts idiots, some turned their guns around and hit the mercenaries behind them, and some were holding the guns at a loss and didn't know what to do?
At this time, Wu Chi dwarfed, jumped up, and inserted the iron gun under the Volvo body. With a violent shout, he lifted up from the ground and launched the iron gun!
"Bang!"
A Volvo S60, weighing several tons, rose up and flipped over, hitting other cars and the gunmen.
One, two, three...
Wu Chi used his iron gun to attack, Volvos flew over each other, screams, explosions, gunshots... and Wu Chi's exhalation sound like spring thunder, intertwined together, making the night
Shen Jing was shattered.
"good!"
Chen Yang looked at Wu Chi with admiration in his eyes and praised: "The iron pulley that Gao favors is nothing more than that."
Chapter 39 of "The Complete Biography of Yue Fei", Yue Fei's general Gao Chong picked up eleven iron pulleys in a row. The horses under him were exhausted and he was crushed into a pulp by the iron pulleys.