Chapter 11 In Mengxin's eyes, you are already an old driver
The game between top assassins is extremely dangerous, especially Cross and Firefox. They have the ability of bullet time and can deliver fatal blows from various weird angles at any time.
Both of them knew this. Firefox was the one being chased. He was very passive if he couldn't get rid of Cross, and it was difficult to fight back. Although Cross didn't need to drive the car himself, his son was in the hands of the other party, so it was inevitable that he would be a bit defensive.
Seeing the box truck in the rearview mirror getting closer and closer, Firefox was heartbroken and turned the steering wheel in his hand. The Dodge Viper rushed directly from the fast lane into the reverse lane and drove in the opposite direction.
Firefox kept turning the steering wheel to avoid cars coming from the front, which frightened Wesley. The strong lights made him dizzy, and his ears were filled with the piercing sound of horns. He felt something he had never experienced in the first half of his life.
of stimulation.
The speed of life and death, if you are not careful, your car will be crashed and people will be killed.
On the other side, the box truck followed closely behind, constantly performing coquettish moves on the reverse road, perfectly avoiding the fast-moving cars. Russell swayed his body to the powerful music, and yelled the beat.
, BABY's god-level driving skills allow him to do everything with ease. With his hands on the steering wheel, he feels omnipotent, as if he owns the whole world.
Cross had a strong endurance and realized that Russell was a supercar driver. He immediately raised his gun and shot at the supercar. Soon he hit the rear tire and slowed down the supercar.
"Oh, my God! He's catching up, we're going to be finished!" Wesley screamed, as if he was being slapped from behind while picking up soap and surrounded by a dozen strong black men.
"Quiet!"
A cold light flashed in Firefox's eyes. She has never been a passive woman. She likes to ride... ahem, she likes to take the initiative. Under Wesley's puzzled look, she took a gun and smashed the front windshield.
Glass, handed the steering wheel to Wesley, then turned over and climbed out.
Firefox held two guns, hooked one foot on the steering wheel and the other on the window frame, lying on the hood with his back, and launched a counterattack against the box truck behind him.
Firefox's favorite gun is a modified Browning M1911. The gun body has orchid tattoos, lion totems, ivory grips, muzzle devices and extended magazines. The 11.5MM caliber bullets are extremely powerful, even more powerful than large guns.
Most submachine guns can be fatal even if they miss a vital point.
Firefox’s M1911 is both violent and aesthetically pleasing. It is one of the most perfect pistols.
She held a submachine gun in her other hand, and fired the two guns in succession. The firepower instantly suppressed the cross.
Looking at the two strong and tight long legs in front of him, Wesley forgot to scream. He was not fascinated, but he accidentally shed two nosebleeds.
"Tsk tsk, it turns out she's a big beauty! Your son is very beautiful. Judging from the beauty's current posture, his two thighs just clamp his head." Russell tilted his upper body and concentrated on driving the box truck, mouthing
Don’t forget to talk about flowers.
"Shut up and focus on driving!"
"It's always on!"
Cross raised his gun to fight back, and Russell stopped teasing him. Whenever a sense of crisis hit his mind, he turned the steering wheel to dodge. The box truck was like a speeding snake, its winding speed did not slow down at all, and it was far away from the Dodge Viper.
The snake is getting closer and closer.
Seeing that he was about to catch up with the red supercar, Cross couldn't help but smile on his face. The brotherhood wanted to take his son away, but there was no way. However, at this moment, rapid sirens sounded from both sides, and Cross glanced left and right.
More than ten police cars were rounding up them.
Although these police cars were quickly out of sight and could only eat Russell's exhaust, Cross knew very well that there must be roadblocks ahead, and maybe there were armored anti-explosion vehicles.
"Damn it, the agents are so efficient. They weren't so fast before!" Cross said with a displeased look on his face.
Russell rolled his eyes, he didn't want to talk now.
On the red supercar in front of him, Firefox gave up his counterattack due to lack of ammunition, climbed back into the driver's seat, pushed away Wesley, who looked upright, turned the supercar into the normal driving lane, and tried to use the police car to fish in troubled waters.
Russell followed into the normal driving lane. When turning, he skillfully shifted into gear and drifted closer. This distance was already within the range of the cross, but at some point a police helicopter appeared in the sky, and its searchlights were directed straight towards it.
Hit it directly on the box truck.
Russell frowned: "The situation is a bit wrong. If I read it correctly, the police seem to be targeting us!?"
Without even raising his head, Cross replied directly: "It must be Sloan. He has a relationship with the congressman. There are people from him in the police station."
"How about it, do you want to continue chasing?"
Cross' expressionless face: "Chase!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets were thrown out in a row, and time seemed to slow down. The specially-made threaded bullet crossed the arc and killed the remaining three tires with precise points.
The tire suffered a critical blow and fell off and was thrown out. Only the wheel hub was left on the red supercar, but it was still galloping stubbornly, but at a slower speed.
Russell stepped on the accelerator, no, the accelerator was already fully depressed, and the box truck directly hit the butt of the Dodge Viper, pushing it forward.
Bang! Bang!
Firefox turned around and fired two bullets. Russell lowered his head to dodge. The box truck slowed down and retreated some distance.
Russell said dissatisfied: "What are you doing, covering me!"
Cross glanced at the red supercar unwillingly: "There are snipers nearby, they are killers from the Brotherhood. Let's leave!"
When Russell heard this, he immediately bowed his head and did not ask where the sniper was. Cross was a professional in this regard and it was not his turn to question.
From a distance, he saw a row of police cars forming a roadblock, and two black armored and anti-explosion vehicles were like giant beasts. Russell knew that he would not be able to chase Wesley back tonight. Even if he did, the weapons and equipment of the two would not be enough to successfully retreat.
What's more, there is a helicopter in the sky, which can shoot down a few explosive bombs and so on, which is enough for two people to drink a pot.
Russell turned the steering wheel fiercely, and the box truck swerved sideways. When it entered the opposite lane next to it, the front of the truck turned around and rushed out.
Firefox looked at the abandoned cross in the rearview mirror, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and stepped on the brakes.
The braking system of the Dodge Viper... is not very good. No one has ever been able to successfully brake on this car when it is traveling at high speed, so the red supercar eventually hit the police car blocking the road. As for what the police arranged
The red supercar with two rows of studs and only the metal wheels is the same regardless of whether it has or not.
Four police officers in SWAT gear rushed forward. Two of them pointed guns at Firefox and Wesley, and the two were responsible for escorting them into an explosion-proof vehicle. Firefox cooperated throughout the process, and the SWAT police did not embarrass her. On the contrary, Wesley was
His arms were clamped behind his back and handcuffed.
In the explosion-proof car, Firefox took back the M1911 from the lean black SWAT officer, sighed and leaned on the seat. The encounter tonight was not very pleasant.
The black SWAT officer is the core member of the Brotherhood, the Gunsmith. He ignored Wesley's ghostly expression and asked directly: "Firefox, you almost failed, what happened?"
Firefox couldn't bear to look back, held his forehead and said: "The Cross found a powerful driver from nowhere. I have never seen such abnormal driving skills..."
"Okay, report this matter to Sloan yourself, and let's take Wesley back first."
On the other side, Russell drove a box truck and swung away the police car behind him, but the helicopter in the sky followed him like a shadow. He drove the truck into the downtown area, stopped, and got into the crowd with the cross, and soon disappeared.
The two took a taxi to take a detour, and Cross dug out a car in a remote garage, and Russell drove back to the factory.
This time, Russell's speed was much slower. The expiration of the 'Character Card: BABY' has expired. Unless it is drawn again, it will be difficult to race in the opposite direction.
But it doesn't matter. For a driver like BABY, a little bit of experience is enough for Russell to pretend to be an experienced driver.
[Ding! The host acquires the skill: Vehicle Driving Proficiency!]
Not a one-time skill, but permanent.
[Skill: Vehicle driving proficiency (there is still some distance between being a master and a car god, but in the eyes of newbies, you are already an unreachable old driver)]
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The reason why I don't work hard to update is because I know that if I don't work hard and I fall into failure, it will cause much less pain than if I work hard and I fall into failure.