Zuo Chenye swung the front of the car and dodged left and right.
"Sit down!" he shouted in a low voice.
Then, Zuo Chenye made a beautiful sharp turn and cool driving skills. The Maybach reached a speed of 280 and drove directly into the side road, leaving them behind. Unfortunately, this was a highway further away from the city. They drove further and further away.
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Not long after, the car behind him caught up again.
Qiao Ran sat upright, tightened his seat belt, and raised his eyebrows, "Who did you offend?" He was shooting openly in K City. This is a country governed by the rule of law.
Zuo Chenye opened the center console with one hand and took out a pistol, "Don't be afraid, I'm here."
She didn't scream or cry in fear, she was bold enough, which surprised him, but he didn't have time to think about it.
While driving, he opened the window and turned around to shoot the car behind him.
The speed of the car was too fast, the wind was blowing fiercely, I could hardly hold the steering wheel, and I wanted to shoot. Obviously, this was too difficult to balance.
I want to show off my racing skills, and I want to shoot away the car that is following me.
Zuo Chenye was in trouble.
At this time, he heard Qiao Ran's calm voice, "Give me the gun."
He thought he heard wrongly.
Qiao Ran said again, "Give me the gun."
Zuo Chenye was stunned and glanced at her, unable to react at all.
There was no time to waste, the situation was critical and imminent, so Qiao Ran simply grabbed the pistol in his hand.
"You." Zuo Chenye held the steering wheel tightly, unable to do anything else, and looked at her worriedly.
I saw her skillfully opening the safety, and the bullet was loaded with a "click".
Turn sideways and look out the window.
"Bang" a gunshot sounded.
The movements are coherent and done in one go!
Zuo Chenye saw in the rearview mirror that a car had a flat tire, made a sharp and sharp sound, turned 90 degrees, hit the guardrail and stopped.
Then there was another "bang".
Another car had a flat tire.
Another car.
The gun hit the tire of the car that was chasing him.
The last car was on Zuo Chenye's side. Qiao Ran unbuckled her seat belt with a "snap" and lay sideways on Zuo Chenye. She put her head in. She held the pistol in one hand and the other hand in a cool and handsome manner.
Hold the handle of the gun.
His slender index finger rested on the trigger.
Time seems to be frozen at this moment.
The car was traveling extremely fast, and the wind blew fiercely, blowing her long black hair away, leaving strands of hair floating on his face. The sweet smell was intoxicating.
She was so beautiful and cool. He had never felt so stunning.
Heroic and handsome, no amount of words can describe her at this moment.
I saw her, narrowing one of her long eyes, and pulling the trigger.
With a "swish" sound, the bullet flew out, making a perfect arc in the air, and hit the front wheel of the last pursuing car.
There were two loud "bang bang" noises, and the front and rear tires of the last car burst at the same time. The car body instantly rolled over and made a loud "boom" sound when it landed.
Qiao Ran is a sharpshooter who can be accurate to 0.01 mm.
She has shown mercy. If she blows up the gas tank, all the killers inside will be killed.
Zuo Chenye stepped on the accelerator, and the luxury car roared away, leaving them far behind.
After shooting, the powerful recoil of the pistol caused Qiao Ran to hit the steering wheel.
Fortunately, Zuo Chenye locked her waist tightly, and he hugged her tightly at this moment.
The two of them were pressed closely against each other. It was so quiet in the car that each other's violent heartbeats and rapid breathing were very clear.
Crisis resolved.
But Zuo Chenye never let go. The aura on her body was too beautiful. It was like she was greedy and forgot to let go.
"You can let me go." Qiao Ran reminded.
Zuo Chenye came back to his senses and loosened his grip.
Qiao Ran sat up from him, lowered her head and touched the hot gun in her hand, turned off the safety, and praised, "Browning M1935, a 9 mm caliber high-power pistol, it really deserves its reputation."
"It's just that the recoil is a bit strong, so it's not suitable for me." She weighed the gun in her hand. In principle, the country prohibits the possession of guns. I heard that only a few top-level dignitaries have gun licenses. With such a collection-level gun, she can
never seen it.
"Give it back." She put the pistol back on the center console.
Expert.
Zuo Chenye leaned slightly, too many emotions to digest.
He glanced at Qiao Ran, who was sitting upright. Her beautiful profile was like a pool of calm water, cold and calm.
He suddenly remembered something.
The moon does not change its brightness, and the broken sword does not change its strength.
It probably couldn't be more appropriate to describe her at this time.