A Molotov cocktail was thrown over, and the ghost pulled the steering wheel in horror, narrowly avoiding it. The Molotov cocktail fell to the ground and turned into a pile of burning flames. The car sped past the flames, with viscosity agent in it.
The gasoline stuck to the tires and the tires turned into Hot Wheels.
Seeing that he missed the shot, the guy took out a new one from the car. The Molotov cocktail in the other person's hand was burning and he could throw it at any time. In a heartbeat, he greeted the other person's mother, then raised his gun and aimed at that person with concentration.
Guy, after firing more than a dozen bullets in a row.
Bang bang~~
When the guy was about to throw it, a bullet luckily hit the Molotov cocktail. The Molotov cocktail was shattered by the bullet, and the liquid inside instantly spread all over the guy's body. The guy turned into a burning man, howling and shrinking.
Struggled to get back to the car.
The driver was startled, the car shook for a while, and then a more serious explosion occurred in the car. Other Molotov cocktails were ignited, flames spurted out from the car window, the cab became a sea of fire, and there were faint screams.
As soon as the news came out, the front of the car swerved and crashed into a house on the roadside.
"Good job~"
The ghost and the heartbeat celebrate after the success.
Ta da da~ da da da da~~~~
Continuous gunshots came from the front. After the first pickup truck accelerated, it was already parallel to the off-road vehicle. The rioters in the back truck were shooting at the door on the burning side with their guns.
Ambassador Stevens was so frightened that he screamed, but it wasn't until he saw the white dots on the glass that he remembered that the car was bulletproof. He really didn't want to experience the feeling of being set on fire in front of him again.
The clicking sound never stopped, it was the sound of bullets hitting the bulletproof glass in succession.
"Kill him, kill him, the glass will be broken by him..."
The ambassador urged hysterically. There were more and more white spots on the car windows. What was even more worrying was that the lower edge of the glass, which was constantly being eroded by the flames, was showing signs of melting.
Bang bang bang~~
Chris, the co-pilot, opened the window and attacked the other driver, but the other driver braked and avoided it. The pickup truck was several car bodies behind the off-road vehicle, and behind it was Owen's van.
The van became more and more bumpy, and after looking at it, the ghost realized that their tires were on fire, and the flames had corroded the tires.
Ahead, the pickup truck overtook the side of the off-road vehicle again. There seemed to be something wrong with the performance of the off-road vehicle and it couldn't run fast. However, Owen's van was even worse and couldn't speed up even if they wanted to.
This time, the driver of the pickup truck and the guy in the back opened fire at the same time. Regardless of whether the other person's window was bulletproof, they pulled the trigger as hard as they could when they saw the person inside.
The opponent's close-range shooting in the face is so scary. Even if they know that they will not be able to penetrate for a while, the people inside still want to hide subconsciously.
Dave drove an off-road vehicle and collided with a pickup truck, trying to force the other party away, but the other party's driving skills were obviously good.
In the van, Heartbeat leaned out to shoot for support, but the guy in the back was really fierce. He glanced at the van and ignored it, and continued to shoot at the bulletproof glass with the AK in his hand.
In Ambassador Stevens' eyes, the bulletproof glass on the window had reached its limit. The entire glass was covered with broken patterns, and shards kept falling into the car due to the stress.
"Ahhhh..."
The ambassador saw a hole being punched out of the car window at a speed visible to the naked eye. The bulletproof glass finally reached the limit of endurance and collapsed. Bullets were ricocheting around inside the car. But then the AK misfired, and a clicking sound was heard outside. The AK was actually there.
We're out of bullets at this critical moment.
Hahaha, haha~~~
The ambassador, who was so nervous that he was unconscious in the car, was sweating profusely. He was still frightened and at the same time ecstatic. He touched his whole body and found that he did not seem to have been shot. This was simply a gift from God.
But then he stopped laughing, "crazy...crazy..."
In the field of vision, the guy outside the window threw away the AK, picked up an RPG, and aimed it into the off-road vehicle.
"Is this man crazy?"
For a moment, this question flashed through the minds of everyone who saw this scene. The distance between the two sides was less than one meter. At such a close distance, this guy took an RPG and fired it directly at the hole. Even if the rocket was successfully fired,
Even if he gets into an off-road vehicle, he himself will be killed. What on earth is this guy thinking?
But if you don’t understand it, you don’t understand it, but the other party just did it, and the madness is staggering.
"Dave, we're here..."
A Mercedes-Benz G-Class suddenly rushed out of the diagonal. Seeing the two cars running side by side, the G-Class suddenly accelerated and increased its power to rush towards the pickup truck.
With a loud bang, the fronts of the G-Class and the pickup truck collided. The pickup truck was knocked over, and the front of the G-Class was tilted up. The madman on the back of the pickup truck was lifted into the air, and the RPG in his hand was also mistakenly hit.
Shoot out.
The RPG's warhead accidentally hit the rolling pickup truck, but it did not explode. Instead, it changed direction and flew forward dragging a trail of white smoke. The RPG crossed the G-level and actually chased Dave and the others off-road, and then
With everyone watching, he hit the battered car door.
Everyone couldn't help but close their eyes, but the explosion that was supposed to happen did not appear. The RPG warhead actually penetrated the car door and got stuck in the middle.
Both the people in the van and the GRS in the G-class looked at this scene in disbelief. Is this a good or bad fate? Even if the RPG aims and shoots, it may not be able to hit the target accurately, but in this case
They were very unlucky when they hit the RPG by mistake, but when the RPG hit the cross-country without exploding, it made people lament that they were just unlucky.
"Go, Go, Go..."
He was stunned for only a moment, but there were still pursuers behind him, who could catch up at any time.
The ghost drove the van past the wreckage of the pickup truck, and the Mercedes-Benz G-Class also began to reverse. Although the front part of the car was slightly deformed, it did not affect its use.
Soon the three cars were speeding down the road in a straight line, heading towards the CIA intelligence station. In the silly drone footage, an RPG was exposed on the side of the lead car, like a wounded man.
Warrior, but it doesn't affect his speed at all.
"Owen, you are heading to the CIA intelligence station..."
"Did we get rid of them?"
"No."
Shabaitian looked at the picture transmitted by the drone. The Molotov cocktails on the off-road vehicle had been exhausted. Only Owen and his van were on fire because the tires were on fire. In the darkness behind, there were many cars.
Following.
Owen felt like he was about to vomit. Not to mention how bumpy the car was, and the smell of burnt tires was floating in it. Ahead, he was gradually approaching the intelligence station. The big iron door of the intelligence station suddenly opened, and someone rushed at the door.
They waved, and three cars drove in one after another and parked in the open space.
Many people came around and talked about it. Apparently, the appearance of the three vehicles made them automatically make up a lot of things. The van with the worst appearance was the van where Omega was in. The whole body was covered with bullet marks, and one of the wheels was basically burned off.
, but the most eye-catching thing is the off-road vehicle the ambassador is in, half of the RPG is exposed. Only the GRS Mercedes-Benz G-Class is still visible, but the front of the car is almost flat.
"Medical officer, medical officer, come help, someone has been shot..."
Before the car stopped, Chris jumped out of the car in panic. Dave staggered out of the driver's seat and lay on the ground, vomiting loudly.
The medical officer ran over, knelt on the ground as well, pulled Dave's head up, and checked his pupils.
"It's not him, it's his ambassador..."
Chris shouted, and people looked at the back row. The RPG stuck in the back door not only passed through the car door, but also passed through part of the ambassador's body. The ambassador was leaning on the seat with his mouth full of blood, holding his arms.