The Los Angeles cable television station's aerial crew, which has been flying with the police helicopter, has a full set of live television news broadcast equipment, and the program's on-air host Lex Youngston is giving eloquent explanations;
"The drag racing gang that has committed several crimes has caused three deaths and two injuries after a brawl on the streets of Los Angeles. They are currently driving three super sports cars to evade the police. It seems that they will succeed again this time. Why do they say it again? Because this is
This scene keeps happening again and again, and police vehicles can only follow behind and eat their shit."
"Oh...what did we see?"
"This is a fleet of five Chevrolet SUVs. I bet these are all modified vehicles. Yes, it will definitely not escape the eyes of a senior car fan like me. This is a heavily modified Chevrolet SUV, with heavy-duty modifications installed on the front and rear.
The anti-collision steel plate will never be less than seven tons."
"Hahaha... I caught a big fish. This is definitely the boss king's fleet."
suddenly;
There was a change in the convoy of five Chevrolet SUVs on the interstate. Host Lex Youngston was immediately stunned, and his flexible mouth could not help but announce it;
"Look...the convoy has changed. The third black SUV moved forward at high speed and sped up to leave the convoy at the same time as the first SUV. The three SUVs behind them moved slower and formed another convoy."
"What's going on? Let's see what's changed?"
"Two convoys formed on the interstate below. The two vehicles in the front left at high speed, and the ones in the rear...fuck you, aren't they trying to intercept the racing party coming at high speed from the rear?"
"Oh my god, just thinking about this makes people tremble with excitement. From the perspective of the Boss King's professional bodyguard team, this choice is reasonable and reasonable. The racing gang has heavy firearms in their hands. Who knows what these gangsters want to do?
What?"
"Of course! We don't rule out the police's request, let's wait and see."
…
interstate below
Cambury is assembling his sniper rifle in an orderly manner, with steady and accurate movements.
This is a tac-50 sniper rifle with a high-power sight. It can fire special 50fat mac sniper bullets with match-level accuracy. It is a special sniper rifle for the Navy SEALs.
This sniper rifle has been privately modified and uses a high-precision barrel made of aerospace-grade nickel alloy material, which brings its shooting accuracy to a higher level.
The panoramic sunroof above the head of the Chevrolet SUV slowly opened, and a strong wind swept in, stirring the pages of the book next to it and flipping them.
"The distance to the vehicle behind is 1100 meters and the speed is 177 yards."
"The speed of our vehicle is 100 yards, the wind speed is 29 meters per second, and it is stable and continuing."
"The distance to the vehicle behind is 750 meters, the speed is 192 yards, and it is still accelerating."
Camberley stood up steadily with the gun in both hands, and his body was exposed outside the panoramic sunroof. He quickly raised the gun and aimed it at the bright yellow Ferrari sports car speeding from behind...
Stabilize for one second and fire immediately.
A crisp sound of "pop..."
The bullet that came out of the barrel almost instantly hit the right headlight of the Ferrari sports car, shattering the headlight arbitrarily, passing through the thin iron sheet and drilling into the high-speed rotating tire.
Almost the moment the gun went off;
You can clearly see the tires bursting. The speeding sports car lost control as if it had been hit hard by someone's fist. It snaked several times on the intercontinental runway, "soared" across the air, and hit the hard surface hard.
on the road.
Rotating, rolling, and various parts flying everywhere.
In the blink of an eye, two sports cars flashed out, one to the left and one to the right, avoiding the out-of-control yellow Ferrari and accelerating to catch up.
A Lamborghini and a blue Ferrari 911 caught up almost crazily and kept snaking on the interstate highway, the tires making an unpleasant squealing sound as they rubbed against the hard road.
These crazy racing parties seem to regard the interstate highway as a race track.
There were also a few gangsters who leaned out from the sunroof of the car, raised the submachine guns in their hands and fired wildly. However, these bullets hit the sturdy Chevrolet SUV bullet-proof vehicle and scratched the itch without causing any damage.
Cambury had already put away his gun and sat down. Hitting the opponent in the high-speed vehicle could only depend on luck. It seemed that he was lucky.
Now these crazy gangsters are escaping quickly, and the two cars in front and behind are swaying left and right to avoid. Under the pressure of strong winds up to 30 meters per second, continuing to shoot is just asking for humiliation. The probability of hitting the key tires is infinitely small.
"Guys, we have really stirred up a hornet's nest. The gangster's vehicle is approaching rapidly, 500 meters... 400 meters..."
On the last fire support vehicle, Tietou glanced at Dan Futterman and said, "Looks like it's our turn."
in the sky
On-air host Lex Youngston exclaimed; "Oh my God! What did we see? A sniper stood up on the last car and shot off the wheels of the gangsters with just one shot. It was so awesome."
Right."
"From our point of view, he almost didn't pause before shooting. Mr. Photographer, give your damn lens a close-up so that the viewers in front of the TV can see it more clearly."
"He sat back down again. This sniper, who was extremely accurate, shot and sat back down again."
"All this is simply unbelievable. Now, may I ask, Mr. Driver, what is the wind speed? Ah... the wind speed is 30 meters per second, which is almost equivalent to a level 11 wind. During the movement of the two cars, one shot blew out the tires of the rear car.
Well, my imagination is running out.
As a long-time gun enthusiast, I know how difficult this is, and this is simply too difficult, beyond my imagination."
Los Angeles street bars
A live broadcast from a cable TV station was playing on the TV screen. The scene of the police chasing a racing gang that was killing people in the street. When they saw Camberra firing a shot with great accuracy and blowing out the right tire of the Ferrari behind him, there was a sudden scream.
The Ferrari lost control and rolled over at high speed, causing another scream.
"Oh Maiga..."
"It's so exciting, cool! It's like watching a movie, I can feel my blood burning."
"Man, who says it isn't?"
"Wow...oh! What is that?"
In the clear TV footage, from the open panoramic window of the rear end of the Chevrolet SUV, several dark iron lumps rose into the air. If you were not fast enough, you could see them very clearly. They crossed a parabola and fell towards the rear...
"Oh my God, that was a grenade."
The explosion sound of "boom, boom, boom" sounded, and the two supercars chasing closely behind nimbly dodged and emerged from the large cloud of fire and smoke, demonstrating their powerful vehicle control capabilities.
As expected, he is a fierce racing gangster. He is so familiar with supercars in his hands that he can even dodge rifle grenades.
The nightmare of the racing party is not over yet. On the rear end of the Chevrolet SUV, a 20-caliber Bushmaster machine gun operating platform is electrically raised.
"Fuck you, oh my God!"
Along with the frightened curses, the two super sports cars stepped on the emergency brake almost in no particular order. The huge inertia drove the sports cars to drift sideways, leaving clear ruts on the wide interstate highway.
FBI Detective Kroenke, who was always monitoring all this from the air, saw all this, his heart almost slowed down for a beat, and if it weren't for the seat belt, he almost fell out of the helicopter.
"Fuck you, you even have a Bushmaster cannon. Are they preparing to start a war?"
"Oh ho... Those racing gangs got scared. All the cars on both sides stopped. Let those damn state police catch up. These gangsters got out of the car and surrendered."
"I read that right, hahaha... they actually surrendered."
Inspector Kroenke was almost crazy with joy, dancing and shouting in the helicopter, when a cool voice came from the radio;
"Hey! Man, can we go?"
"Please wait for two minutes. The police will arrive soon."
"Two minutes, okay, we will leave automatically then."
Inspector Kroenke quickly said in a flattering manner, "Don't worry, man, two minutes is just a rough quantifier, it could be three minutes or five minutes, but I guarantee they will come as quickly as possible, well, and you guys too."
It’s best to go to the police station and make a record.”
"I'm sorry, I can't do it."
"watt?"
"Because we have an intercontinental flight to catch, sir."