The engine exploded and roared, the tires started burning, and the car rushed into the crossroads with heavy traffic like an arrow.
In an instant, piercing brakes, crazy honking, a series of swear words, and all kinds of noises were heard one after another, and it was a spectacular moment.
What's even more astonishing is that the lifeless black car twisted left and right, bumped and collided, causing several metallic sparks to fly in just a few breaths. Finally, it forcibly cut off the traffic flow and forced its way out of the street intersection.
And go!
Of course, when the car passes by, the household registration book must be left behind. Fortunately, someone doesn't have such a thing at all, so he doesn't care.
Shift gears, floor oil, speed up again!
In the driver's seat of the Fiat, Tang Chao's face was expressionless and unmoved, as if the thrills and wonderful micro maneuvers just now were as insignificant as drinking water.
The actual situation is almost the same. Being proficient in driving is not necessarily a killer, but modern killers must be proficient in driving. The best among them are not even limited to ground vehicles, air and water, but will be involved in any mission that requires it.
Needless to say, Tang Dynasty's level in this area needs no introduction. It should be noted that before he became an assassin in his previous life, he was a melee fighter. Not to mention ordinary models, even armored combat vehicles were not included.
Let’s digress and get back to the topic. The reason why he is so calm now actually has another meaning, which is... He glanced at the rearview mirror, and in the fragmented perspective of the broken mirror, the crossroads that were quickly moving away were still in chaos. But the next thing
In an instant, a bright yellow taxi crossed the intersection again and emerged from the crowd along the route he had just taken!
Sure enough, it's not over... His eyelids twitched and he looked away. Is Brazil too small? Or is he just too unlucky? He could have bumped into someone like this?! This is so outrageous!!!
Yes, that's right, all readers should have guessed it. The two people just now were a certain well-known good man and a certain famous mad dog in the underground world, Hitomi Hitoshi, Fuma Musashi... Should I mention the information about the rise of Kyushu?
It’s pretty accurate! It’s right here, right here…
His heart was so complicated that it was hard to describe, but Tang Chao's movements were not slow. He braked, turned, and without waiting for the car to return to the right position, he stepped on the accelerator again and drifted diagonally into the street on the right, completely leaving behind no trace of the chaos behind him.
This is not over yet. I just turned the corner and instantly captured a slightly spacious lane on the side of the road. I changed direction again and crossed to another urban service road. I continued to speed, change directions, switch back and forth between handbrake gears, and alternately use the accelerator and brake.
Stepping on it, one operation is dizzying.
It seems like searching for enemies in vain, but it is very necessary. After all, how can it be so easy to get rid of being targeted by a mad dog?
What, are you asking about Fuma Musashi’s driving skills? That’s a good question! The Tang Dynasty had too much say in this question.
Don't forget, in his previous life, he was hunted by the opponent for half a month. The route spanned several European countries, and countless vehicles were snatched and discarded along the way... Well, how can I describe it to you? I can only
In terms of a certain individual skill level, everyone may have strengths and weaknesses. But from a fundamental point of view, top killers have no shortcomings.
Of course, to say this, specific situations must be treated on a case-by-case basis.
For example, at the moment, although Tang Chao's psychology is more difficult to accept, his overall mood is still stable. This has to be mentioned in his reaction and judgment just now. If the situation is not right, he will run away directly. That is called smart and decisive. Currently, he is at least one block ahead.
If he could be kicked out, he would tear up his driver's license later...huh?!
Suddenly you turn your head, and a yellow shadow suddenly jumps out from the roadside. The tattered car body, broken glass, and a pair of eyes that are so passionate that they seem to shoot out light waves have caught you... Damn! This gambling dog!
In an instant, Tang Chao understood everything. The opponent had never followed his car from the beginning, but directly chose to bet in one direction and pursue it. There is no denying that there is a factor of familiarity with the terrain, but most of it is just gambling.
It's just a fool! But the final result is that the other party got the bet and got it right...
boom--
There was no room for maneuver while driving at high speed. The front of the yellow taxi bit hard into the rear of the black Fiat. Under the huge inertial potential, the two cars spun off the road, rushed onto the sidewalk, ran over the fire hydrant, and finally smashed into the roadside together.
Repair shop.
Bang, crash, the side-by-side glass doors and the floor-to-ceiling windows on the left and right exploded and scattered all over the sky.
Fortunately, business in the store was average and the hall was empty. A few maintenance workers and car washers were taking a lunch break, as well as an elderly boss who was napping behind the cashier. They stared blankly at everything in front of them and did not come back to their senses for a long time.
Wow wow wow, a piercing siren could be heard clearly not far away. Not that the local police responded quickly, but the direction they heard was from the direction Fuma Musashi came from, so he was obviously chasing after him.
"Wortfalk?!"
Finally, a maintenance worker was the first to react with his head in his hands and was about to step forward to check the situation.
With two bangs, half of the broken windshield and a twisted door flew out, followed by two figures slowly getting out of the car. Surrounded by thick engine smoke, their faces were covered in blood and their backs were hunched, like two figures who had just left the car.
The evil ghost crawling out of the abyss of hell!
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
The one on the left is Tang Chao. He shook his head, his eyes still unfocused. He stumbled out of the choking smoke by instinct, and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, he reached out in time to grab the edge of the cashier, turned around, and turned around.
Can't support it.
Fuma Musashi on the other side didn't fare much better. He took three steps to the left and two steps to the right, and left the accident car like a roly-poly. Then he crashed directly into the metal shelves full of auto repair tools next to the hall, and parts of all sizes poured down, clanking.
There was a loud noise, so he simply knocked it down. But he seemed to feel no pain and simply collapsed on the ground, facing up to the sky.
It was obvious that both of them were confused. The situation was evenly matched, so no one needed to laugh at the other.
It's natural. Considering the speed and the force of the impact just now, let alone a top killer, it is impossible for an individual to remain unscathed.
At this point, the scene was quiet for about ten seconds.
Immediately, they raised their hands in unison, silently wiping away the blood from their eyebrows, and then lowered their heads to check the injuries on their limbs and trunk. During the process, the two of them did not exchange a single word, and they did not even look at each other.
After a few short gasps, Tang Chao opened the cashier counter with one hand and slowly straightened his back.
Fuma Musashi stood up slowly with the help of the metal shelf. Then he took a few steps sideways and vaguely blocked the direction of the door. He looked up, his white teeth were covered with traces of blood, and he grinned provocatively. He seemed to be asking silently, I'm looking at you this time.
How to run?
Tang Chao didn't give any response as if he hadn't seen him before, and stepped forward with an expressionless face. Fuma Musashi smiled even more when he saw this, and stepped forward tit for tat.
The next moment, there was a screeching sound as the soles of the shoes scraped against the ground. None of the people in the surrounding car repair shop could react. They only felt their eyes blurred. The two people who had been separated just now flashed into the center of the hall at the same time as if they were teleporting. Immediately, there was rain hitting their ears.
The collision was as dense as bananas, and the sound was terrifying. It seemed that the collision was not fists and feet, but steel pipes and iron rods. The banging sound shook people's hearts!
As for the details of the fight, we can't see clearly. We can only see two ghostly figures making slight contact, and then the battlefield tilts to the right.
Yes, you read that right, the one who had the upper hand was not Fuma Musashi, one of the melee myths of the underground world, but our Tang Dynasty children's shoes. Although it was only temporary and did not cause any real damage, the situation was indeed real.
In front of you.
I have to say that this scene is indeed a bit unscientific. The key factor that caused this situation was the insignificant light of a metal blade. It was a pen that someone had just opened the cashier counter with one hand...
You can see the difference here. When it comes to weapons, the person leaning against the cashier cannot have more weapons than the Fuma Musashi on the adjacent shelf. If nothing else, when Fuma Musashi was smashed just now, there were several wrenches among them.
Crowbar... I can only say that compared to someone's shamelessness, our close combat myth is somewhat innocent.
In addition, never underestimate the power of a pen.
It was precisely because of the existence of this pen that it appeared unexpectedly during the initial confrontation and pierced Fuma Musashi's eyes, forcing the latter to make a slight concession. And this concession was tantamount to giving up the initiative.
, has just created the current suppressed scene.
Fuma Musashi, who had been tricked, did not become angry because of it, but the provocative smile before taking action was gone, replaced by an increasingly intense murderous intent in his eyes.
Looking back at a certain person, he was leaning against his body like a gangrene attached to his bones, following him like a shadow, followed by a cold blow that dazzled his eyes, stabbing his throat, and piercing his temples... all his moves were close to the point, and he showed the face of a villain who goes wild when he gets his ambitions incisively and vividly!
Perhaps God couldn't stand it, or it was simply due to the difference in strength. Finally, Fuma Musashi seized the opportunity, risking his wrist being stabbed through, and caught the pen-grabbing palm in the fire. He immediately paid the price and took it with his left forearm.
A solid kick with one foot.
With a muffled bang, it flew off the ground and passed the accident scene in the center of the hall. It landed and rolled up. With a clatter, the pen plunged into the concrete wall behind the cashier, and the end was still shaking.
He raised his head ferociously again, only to see his back rushing out of the door.
Just at this moment, someone came in from outside the door, "Which bastard drove the rental just now...ah!" Before he finished speaking, he was swept aside. He hit the metal door frame and bounced to the ground. He raised his hand in confusion to help him.
The brimmed hat was the policeman who had just chased Fuma Musashi.
"You can't run away!"
Fuuma Musashi roared and ran out of the store in a few steps like a hurricane. However, in such a short gap, he scanned around and found no one. Then he followed the surprised gazes of passers-by and looked down at the sewer entrance not far away.
, the iron manhole cover is still spinning on the side.
I was about to jump down without thinking. At this moment, a panicked voice came from behind, "Gun! Where is my gun?"
His body suddenly froze.
Fuma Musashi stiffly turned his head and saw the policeman touching the empty holster on his waist while getting up and looking around in panic. But of course he couldn't find it... He turned around again and looked at the dark sewer entrance, his face gradually darkened.
.
To be honest, a pistol is not an insurmountable barrier for a close combat master like Fuma Musashi.
But, again, the specific situation must be treated on a case-by-case basis. If it is in a long, narrow environment with no room to dodge, such as a sewer, it will be completely different.
In this kind of terrain, not to mention the myth of close combat, you can take as many shots as you deserve when God comes.
Therefore, from a certain perspective, the policeman in the rear saved Fuma Musashi's life. If the other party had not warned him in time, he would have died if he jumped.
Yes, no doubt about it. Someone will definitely not let go of such an opportunity. He will be waiting below with a gun...
This is also the real reason why Fuma Musashi's face is getting more and more ugly now, not only because someone escaped from him again, but also because he is very likely to be in someone's plan from beginning to end in this battle.
——Hear the siren and make a plan. Use the pen to gain the upper hand, which also stirs up emotions. Wait until the police arrive, give up the pen, create the illusion of being outnumbered and escape, and lure the people here to ignore the pursuit. Take advantage of the situation and return to the carnival for a perfect counterattack!
Is this really the case? No one knows.
The reality is that Fuma Musashi stared at the sewer opening without blinking, his expression uncertain, but his feet could not move at all for a long time...