After the hail of bullets just now, the two patrol cars sandwiched between the pickup trucks were now covered in blood and flesh, looking miserable.
With those two narrow gaps, Peacock sent almost all 80 rounds of bullets through.
These bullets, as dense as locusts, shot into the narrow car. Some of them directly hit people, while others hit the metal body and turned into more dangerous ricochet bullets.
Almost instantly, the operators in the two vehicles were taken away in a wave.
Because they lost control of the personnel, the two patrol cars also lost their speed and began to swerve toward the roadside, thus quitting the chase.
"That's unreasonable! Call someone quickly! Call me more people!"
Seeing half of his men killed by peacocks, Hippocrates was filled with hatred and fear.
While he was calling for reinforcements, he ordered the remaining two vehicles to follow the pickup truck, and no one was allowed to get on to die.
Seeing that the patrol cars that were just looking for overtaking opportunities all ran directly behind the pickup truck, Peacock immediately understood what these people were planning.
Now those people just want to follow Pica closely and don't want to compete with Peacock for the time being.
Anyway, as long as they don't follow the pickup truck, their reinforcements will arrive sooner or later, so there is really no need for them to rush.
These guys plan to be followers, but Peacock can't let them follow them like this. Since Takemura can't get rid of them, Peacock can only be responsible for killing them.
Raising the copperhead in his hand, Peacock fired fiercely at the patrol car following behind.
In order to resolve the recoil caused by the continuous shooting, he changed to a sitting position. This way his back could firmly press against the cab behind him, allowing him to shoot more accurately.
Because of this, even though Peacock is now on a speeding car, all the bullets he fired are still concentrated in an area that is no more than a punch away.
"Ding ding dong dong!"
When the dense bullets kept hitting the windshield in front of him, the military technology operator responsible for driving did not even blink.
They don't have any other military technology, but they have plenty of money, so their patrol cars are all high-end goods.
If it were just an ordinary firearm, it would be impossible to shoot through any glass on this car.
The reason why Peacock could easily succeed just now was because the operators in the two cars were eager to win and opened the windows. Otherwise, how could Peacock kill the two cars of people so easily.
"Damn! What a hard turtle shell!"
Seeing that a whole magazine of bullets failed to damage the windshield of the car behind him, Peacock couldn't help but curse.
The armed forces of military technology are the most powerful army in this era. Of course their equipment will be luxurious, but they are not invincible.
As long as you are willing to work hard, there are definitely more solutions than difficulties. So the harder those guys' turtle shells are, the more the peacock wants to smash them into pieces.
"Takemura!"
Following the peacock's greeting, his people rushed forward.
When the peacock reached the end of the carriage, he kicked the tailgate of the pickup truck and flew out.
"Is this guy going to do something reckless again?"
When he heard Peacock calling him, Takemura knew that the guy was about to make a move, but he didn't expect that Peacock's action would be to jump directly to the enemy's car.
Even if Takemura wanted to stop him now, it was already too late. So he could only wait and see what happened and be prepared to respond to Peacock at any time.
When the peacock suddenly jumped into the air, the pickup truck and the patrol car behind it were almost touching each other end to end.
Such a distance gave the driver no time to dodge, so when the military technology operator realized what just happened, the peacock had already jumped above their heads.
"Is he crazy? What does he want to do? Quick! Throw him off!"
The peacock's jump immediately frightened all the operators in the car. They screamed and shouted out what they thought was the most appropriate response.
If this was not a bulletproof car, these agents would have drawn out their weapons and fired at the roof.
In this way, even if the peacock cannot be shot to death, there is a high probability that the guy will fall off the roof of the car and break at least five ribs.
If you want to throw the peacock off, the easiest way is to brake suddenly.
But they still had to chase the pickup truck, so they couldn't slow down now, so the driver used all his strength to twist the steering wheel violently.
Just when this car started to dance behind the pickup truck, Hippocrates, who was sitting in the second car, was still ordering the driver to overtake immediately.
When the peacock jumped over with a "dong" sound, Hippocrates had to admit that at that moment he almost peed his pants in fright.
Until this moment, Hippocrates had completely forgotten his fear of peacocks.
Now he is the director of the military science and technology internal investigation team. He is a powerful figure who can mobilize hundreds of people with just one order.
But the peacock he had to deal with was still a loser, and he was still a drowned dog who was chased to the sky and had no way to go to the earth.
It is precisely because of this that Hippocrates enjoyed the thrill of chasing peacocks.
As long as conditions permit, he even plans to prolong this process as much as possible. Because only in this way can he vent his anger towards that person.
However, a peacock is a peacock, and his behavior is never within the range that ordinary people can expect.
So he dared to jump from one car to another, and both cars were traveling at a speed of more than 90 kilometers per hour.
After the chase began, the pickup truck in front and the two patrol cars in the rear followed each other one after another.
Three cars lined up in a long formation, with their fronts touching each other's rears.
It was also because of this that when the peacock jumped over, Hippocrates' blood ran cold. Because as long as the man jumped again, he could jump on top of his head.
"He recognized who I was, so he came to kill me again!"
When he saw the peacock's face clearly, the fear that Hippocrates had forgotten suddenly revived in his heart.
At this moment, Hippocrates seemed to feel the terrible burning sensation when the bullet penetrated the brain.
"Quick! Pass! Drive the car next to that person!"
Although he was obviously very scared, Hippocrates still made himself roar louder because this was the only way to stop him from shaking.
"Be prepared for me! As soon as we catch up, you will shoot immediately and knock down the man on the roof of the car."
"Sir, don't you need a living person?"
"Stupid pig! Do you still care about catching people alive now?
That man is a devil, you know? He is a devil from hell.
If you don't seize this opportunity, he will tear us apart and eat us all!"
While scolding his blind men, Hippocrates stared unblinkingly at the peacock on the roof of the car.
From just now, the car in front of them began to twist left and right, performing a snake maneuver. It was also for this reason that they could not overtake the car behind them directly.
In all honesty, the car in front was moving fiercely, but the peacock on the roof was stuck there like a plaster, showing no sign of instability.
Although this was discouraging, Hippocrates saw an opportunity.
The hope of being able to kill the peacock with his own hands immediately suppressed his fear of that man, so he asked his men to prepare while also drawing his own pistol.
Just when the car behind was still looking for an opportunity to overtake, the peacock, who was still lying on the roof of the car, started to make some moves.
In order to prevent being thrown off the roof of the car, Peacock had to lie down on the spot and use his fingers to dig out any gaps he could find.
After several rounds of swaying left and right, he had mastered the pattern of the guy below changing direction, so he started to do what he had thought of before jumping over.
After surviving another sharp turn, Peacock was already half-kneeling on the roof of the car, and his big gun that was originally hanging on his chest was pressed against the roof of the car beneath him.
According to the rules mastered by Peacock, the guy below will turn sharply every 2.5 seconds.
So he has enough time because his gun only needs 1.5 seconds to charge.
A full 1.5 seconds after the trigger was pulled, Peacock's secret weapon finally fired.
With a dull loud noise, the peacock's body jumped upwards due to the huge recoil of the bullet, while the 20 mm caliber armor-piercing bullet went all the way down.
It easily penetrated the steel plate on the top of the patrol car and hit the idiot who tried to twist the steering wheel.
The tungsten steel bullet with huge kinetic energy hit the driver's right shoulder. Although it was not a vital part, the operator's body exploded the moment he was hit.
If someone hits an egg with a hammer, no matter where he hits the egg, the egg will explode completely.
The bullet shot by the peacock just now was equivalent to a hammer, and the driver was the unlucky egg, so he was shot to pieces.
As his body exploded, pieces of flesh and blood foam flew everywhere. Regardless of whether they were sitting in the front row or the back seat, their faces were almost all covered.
After easily penetrating the operator's body, the armor-piercing bullet continued downwards.
Then it shot through the floor and into the chassis. I don't know what part it finally hit. Anyway, the car shuddered violently first, and then bursts of black smoke floated up.
This terrifyingly powerful gun was the trophy that Peacock took when he made a fuss at Genting Tower. It was originally a collection hung by the wooden man on the wall, but Peacock turned it into a can opener.
This 20 mm caliber gun is a handmade custom-made weapon. Peacock still doesn’t know which crazy guy ordered such a gun.
As long as you use the right bullets, this big guy named "Gay Iron Fist" can kill not only elephants, but even Deathclaws in the Badlands. This gun can kill them one by one.
Comrade's iron fist is powerful enough, but unfortunately it doesn't have enough bullets.
Previously, Peacock only found a few bombs in the wooden man's office, and the explosive bombs among them were used by him to deal with the shemale doctor.
In order to kill the iron turtle of military technology, he just used another armor-piercing bullet, so now he only has the last armor-piercing bullet left.
Just after the shot was fired, the car that had been staying behind was catching up from the left.
They must have seen that there was an advantage to be taken, so all the people in the car looked ferocious and impatient.
After the driver of the car beneath him was shot to pieces, his friends no longer had the intention to continue playing the Yangko game, so the peacock could now squat firmly on the roof of the car.
After opening the huge pistol, the shells still emitting white smoke fell straight to the ground, and Peacock filled the last armor-piercing bullet into the chamber of the gun.
At this moment, the last patrol car finally rushed to a par with the car in front, and then Peacock and Hippocrates saw each other at the same time.
"Peacock, you are really lucky. Because you only need to die once to pay off your debt to me."
Because of the car window, Peacock did not hear the words of the man in the car. However, he read Hippocrates' murmur based on the movement of the man's lips.
"Death once... debt... could it be that he is that person?!"
It was these mindless words that immediately reminded Peacock of the scavenger leader whose nickname was Doctor.
The doctor has been killed twice by the peacock, but he seems to be immortal and can become a completely different person every time he is resurrected.
Looking at Hippocrates who was so close, Peacock saw the deep hatred in that man's eyes. It was obviously the first time they met, but that man seemed to have a blood feud with him.
"Hippocrates...Isn't Hippocrates a doctor? So you crawled out of hell again, this time specifically to seek revenge on me?"
Because of Meredith's reminder, Peacock remembered the name.
At that time, Peacock didn't pay much attention, but when he connected all the pieces together, he suddenly understood.
"Doctor! It's useless, you have to go back to hell today!"
Quickly closing the barrel of Comrade's Iron Fist, Peacock shouted loudly at the doctor opposite.
He believed that the doctor could hear what he said. Even if he couldn't, it didn't matter because he would use practical actions to make the doctor understand what he meant.
Before the operator in the opposite car lowered the window and stretched out his weapon, Peacock raised the Comrade Iron Fist in his hand.
When they saw the big gun, whether it was the doctor in the front seat or the little guy in the back seat, they all had a strong urge to urinate.
"Damn it! He has a very dangerous weapon in his hand. Hurry! Get out of his range!"
Just looking at the big pipe on the opposite side, the doctor knew that it could definitely penetrate the armor of his car.
He really wanted to kill the peacock, but he didn't want to die with this madman. So of course he had to protect himself first, and then take his time.
The doctor didn't want to be kicked off, and neither did the other people in the car, so the doctor's driver immediately stepped on the brakes hard.
As he stepped down, the doctor's car suddenly lurched backward, and Peacock's car immediately jumped in front.
Just when the doctor was about to shake off the peacock's death gaze, the peacock took the lead and pulled the trigger of the big gun.
All technical weapons have two firing modes: holding the trigger and holding it down is the charging mode, and lightly pulling the trigger is the normal shooting mode.
So even though Peacock fired the gun hastily, the armor-piercing bullet still flew out.
"boom!"
Before the roar could reach the car, the doctor had already tensed up his muscles and pressed his body against the seat behind him as much as possible.
He didn't know if this would be useful, but it was the only thing he could do.
In the face of 20mm armor-piercing bullets, the bulletproof glass of the patrol car was defeated simply.
The 120-gram tungsten steel armor-piercing projectile penetrated the doctor's car window in one fell swoop, but such a head-on collision also caused a slight deflection in its angle of incidence.
It was this deflection that allowed the doctor to escape disaster.
The bullet almost grazed his throat. Although it only grazed, it also tore a hole in his throat, causing his blood to surge like a fountain.
Holding his throat that was still spurting blood, the doctor's whole body had slipped along the seat and onto the floor below.
In order to prevent being shot by Peacock, he no longer cared about whether he looked ugly. No matter how ugly he looked, it was definitely better than being beaten to death.
It was not until he was sitting on the floor that the doctor noticed that his driver had died.
Just now, the doctor barely escaped from the peacock gun with his superb performance and overwhelming luck.
He was only slightly scratched by the bullet, but the driver sitting next to him did not have such a good life.
The poor driver was hit directly in the head by a bullet, so now the operator is empty from the neck up.
His big head has been broken into thousands of pieces, becoming a puzzle that is difficult enough for any undertaker to kill.
After being shot in the head, the driver's body fell forward and pressed against the steering wheel.
Driven by his body, the patrol car also swerved to the left.
Seeing the car heading straight to the road next to it, Peacock stopped caring about it.
At this time, although the car under his feet was emitting thicker and thicker black smoke, the car was still moving forward. Peacock had to find a way to stop it, otherwise he would not be able to get back into the pickup truck.
Just as Peacock was thinking about how to deal with the people in the car, he suddenly heard the roar of the engine not far away again.
When he looked to the left where the sound came from, he saw that the car that had just swerved to the side of the road was catching up with him again.
"Peacock! Don't look down on people.
You didn't kill me with one shot just now, so now it's my turn!"
Because the trachea was injured, the doctor now can only roar loudly in his heart.
After discovering that their car was crashing into the green belt on the side of the road, the doctor suddenly became furious.
Hatred made him forget the pain and made his mind extremely clear. He struggled to get up from the floor and grabbed the steering wheel.
Pushing open the driver's door, the doctor kicked the headless body down without hesitation, and then he got into the driver's seat.
Because blood was still pouring from his neck, the doctor was holding his throat with his left hand and controlling the car with his right hand.
Since the patrol car ahead had a serious breakdown, the driver caught up again without any effort.
At this time, the doctor was too lazy to talk nonsense to the stupid donkeys in the back seat. He knew that he could not hold on for long, so he stepped on the accelerator and crashed directly into the patrol car in front.