The game between top assassins is extremely dangerous, with Cross and Firefox even more so. They have the ability to bullet time and can launch a fatal blow from various strange angles at any time.
Both of them knew this. Firefox was the pursued party. It was very passive that they could not get rid of the cross and it was difficult to fight back.
Although the cross does not require driving himself, his son is inevitably a little afraid of being in the hands of the other party.
Seeing the box truck driving closer and closer in the rearview mirror, Firefox made a move and slammed 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 changing the steering wheel to dodge, dodging cars coming from the front, which scared Wesley. The strong lights made him dizzy, and his ears were full of harsh whistles. He felt the stimulation that he had never seen before in his first half of his life.
Life and death are at a speed, if you are not careful, the car will be destroyed and the person will be killed.
On the other hand, the box truck followed closely, constantly performing coquettish movements on the reverse road, perfectly avoiding the fast-moving cars.
Russell shook his body with the explosive music, and his mouth was still shouting and beat. The BABY superb driving skills made him feel at ease. He held the steering wheel in his hand and felt like he could do anything, as if he had the whole world.
Cross had a strong ability to withstand his heart. Realizing that Russell was a super driver, he immediately raised his gun and shot at the supercar. Soon he hit the tire of the rear car, causing the supercar to slow down.
Oh, my Gd!He caught up with him, we're done!Wesley screamed in shock, like a plot where someone was hit from behind while picking up soap, surrounded by more than a dozen black strong men.
Quiet!
A cold light flashed in the Firefox's eyes. She has never been a passive woman. She likes to ride... Cough, she likes to take the initiative.
Under Wesley's puzzled eyes, she broke the front windshield with a gun, handed the steering wheel to Wesley, then turned over and crawled out.
Firefox held two guns in his hand, hooked the steering wheel, hooked the window frame, and lie on the hood behind him, and then launched a counterattack on the box truck behind him.
Firefox's Love Gun is a modified Browning M1911 with orchid tattoos, lion totems, ivory grips, as well as trunk devices and extended magazines.
The 115MM caliber bullet is powerful, even surpassing most submachine guns, and it can be fatal if it fails to hit the key point.
Firefox's M1911 is both violent and beautiful, and is one of the most perfect works in the pistol.
She held a submachine gun in her other hand, and two guns were shot in succession, and 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 by the infatuation, but accidentally shed two nosebleeds.
Tsk, it turns out to be a big beauty!Your son is very lucky. As for the current posture of the beautiful woman, her two thighs just clamped his head.Russell was holding his upper body, concentrating on driving the box truck, and still kept talking.
Shut up and drive intently!
Always opening Ah!
Russell no longer joked. Whenever a sense of crisis hit him, he turned the steering wheel to dodge. The box truck was like a sprinting snake, but the winding speed did not decrease at all, and it was getting closer and closer to the Dodge Viper.
Seeing that he was about to catch up with the red supercar, a smile appeared on Cross's face. The brothers would want to take his son away, but there was no door.
However, at this moment, a rush of sirens sounded from both sides, and the cross glanced left and right, and more than ten police cars were surrounding them.
Although these police cars were quickly thrown so that they could not see any shadows and could only eat Russell's exhaust, the Cross knew very well that there must be a Lock in front of them, and there might be armored explosion-proof vehicles.
Hell, the tips are so efficient, they weren't that fast before!The cross looked unhappy.
Russell rolled his eyes, and Qiantouzi didn't want to speak now.
On the red supercar ahead, Firefox gave up the counterattack due to insufficient ammunition, turned over and crawled back to the driver's seat, pushed away the straight-faced Wesley, turned the supercar into the normal lane, and tried to use the police car to catch fish in the troubled waters.
Russell followed into the normal lane. When turning, he skillfully drifted in gears and leaned up little by little.
This distance was within the range of the cross, but at some point a police helicopter appeared in the sky, and the searchlight hit the box truck.
Russell frowned: The situation is a little wrong. If I read it correctly, the police seem to be targeting us!?
The Cross did not raise his head and replied directly: It must be Sloan. He had a relationship with the congressman, and there was his person in the police station.
How about it, do you still need to chase?
The cross has no expression: Chase!
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Three bullets were thrown out in a row, and time seemed to slow down. The specially made threaded warhead drew an arc and accurately killed the remaining three tires.
The tires suffered a critical blow and fell off and were thrown out. The red supercar only had the wheels left, but it was still stubbornly galloping, but the speed was even slower.
Russell stepped on the accelerator to death, but it wasn't right. The accelerator had already hit the bottom of the box truck and ran forward against it.
Bang!Bang!
Firefox turned around and took two bullets. Russell lowered his head and dodged. The box truck slowed down and retreated for a while.
Russell said dissatisfiedly: What are you doing? Cover me!
Cross was unwilling to look at the red supercar: There is a sniper nearby, he is the killer of the Brotherhood, let's leave!
When Russell heard this, he immediately bowed his head and did not ask where the sniper was. The cross was professional in this regard, and it was not his turn to question it.
From a distance, I saw a row of police cars forming roadblocks, and two black armored explosion-proof cars were pressing against each other like giant beasts. Russell knew that he would not be able to catch Wesley back tonight.
Even if they were recovered, their weapons and equipment were not enough to retreat successfully. What's more, there was a helicopter in the sky, which would just shoot a few shock bombs or something, which would be enough for the two of them to drink a pot.
Russell turned the steering wheel hard, and the box truck flipped its tail and floated sideways. As he entered the opposite lane next to it, the front of the car turned and rushed out.
Firefox looked at the cross that gave up in the rearview mirror, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and raised his foot to step on the brake.
The brake system of the Dodge Viper... is not bad. No one has ever been able to successfully brake the emergency at high speed, so the red supercar eventually hit the police car blocking the road.
As for the two rows of stopping nails arranged by the police, the red supercar with only metal wheels left indicates whether they are the same.
Four policemen wearing special police equipment rushed forward, and the two pointed guns at Firefox and Wesley, and the two were responsible for harnessing them into the explosion-proof vehicle.
Firefox cooperated throughout the whole process, and the special police did not make things difficult for her. Instead, Wesley was pinched his arms and handcuffed.
In the explosion-proof car, Firefox took the M1911 back from the thin black special policeman, sighed and leaned on the seat, and the experience tonight was not very pleasant.
The black SWAT is the core member of the Brotherhood, "Gunsmith". He ignored Wesley's hellish expression and asked directly: Firefox, you almost failed, what's going on?
The Firefox couldn't bear to look back and held his forehead and said: There was a powerful driver from the Cross. I have never seen such a perverted driving skill...
OK, you can report this to Sloan yourself, let's take Wesley back first.
On the other side, Russell drove the box truck away from the police car behind his butt, but the helicopter in the sky was following him like a shadow. He drove the truck into the downtown area, stopped and crawled into the crowd with the cross, and soon disappeared.
The two took a taxi to detour, crossing a sedan in a remote garage, and Russell drove back to the factory.
This time, Russell's car speed was much slower, and the failure of "People Card: BABY" has passed. Unless it is drawn again, it will be difficult to reverse racing.
But it doesn't matter. A driver like BABY, just losing a little experience is enough for Russell to pretend to be an old driver.
bite!Host acquires skills: Vehicle driving mastery!
Not a one-time skill, but permanent.
Skill: Vehicle driving mastery (it is still a distance away from the master and the God of Cars, but in Cute's new eyes, you are already an out of reach old driver)
Both of them knew this. Firefox was the pursued party. It was very passive that they could not get rid of the cross and it was difficult to fight back.
Although the cross does not require driving himself, his son is inevitably a little afraid of being in the hands of the other party.
Seeing the box truck driving closer and closer in the rearview mirror, Firefox made a move and slammed 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 changing the steering wheel to dodge, dodging cars coming from the front, which scared Wesley. The strong lights made him dizzy, and his ears were full of harsh whistles. He felt the stimulation that he had never seen before in his first half of his life.
Life and death are at a speed, if you are not careful, the car will be destroyed and the person will be killed.
On the other hand, the box truck followed closely, constantly performing coquettish movements on the reverse road, perfectly avoiding the fast-moving cars.
Russell shook his body with the explosive music, and his mouth was still shouting and beat. The BABY superb driving skills made him feel at ease. He held the steering wheel in his hand and felt like he could do anything, as if he had the whole world.
Cross had a strong ability to withstand his heart. Realizing that Russell was a super driver, he immediately raised his gun and shot at the supercar. Soon he hit the tire of the rear car, causing the supercar to slow down.
Oh, my Gd!He caught up with him, we're done!Wesley screamed in shock, like a plot where someone was hit from behind while picking up soap, surrounded by more than a dozen black strong men.
Quiet!
A cold light flashed in the Firefox's eyes. She has never been a passive woman. She likes to ride... Cough, she likes to take the initiative.
Under Wesley's puzzled eyes, she broke the front windshield with a gun, handed the steering wheel to Wesley, then turned over and crawled out.
Firefox held two guns in his hand, hooked the steering wheel, hooked the window frame, and lie on the hood behind him, and then launched a counterattack on the box truck behind him.
Firefox's Love Gun is a modified Browning M1911 with orchid tattoos, lion totems, ivory grips, as well as trunk devices and extended magazines.
The 115MM caliber bullet is powerful, even surpassing most submachine guns, and it can be fatal if it fails to hit the key point.
Firefox's M1911 is both violent and beautiful, and is one of the most perfect works in the pistol.
She held a submachine gun in her other hand, and two guns were shot in succession, and 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 by the infatuation, but accidentally shed two nosebleeds.
Tsk, it turns out to be a big beauty!Your son is very lucky. As for the current posture of the beautiful woman, her two thighs just clamped his head.Russell was holding his upper body, concentrating on driving the box truck, and still kept talking.
Shut up and drive intently!
Always opening Ah!
Russell no longer joked. Whenever a sense of crisis hit him, he turned the steering wheel to dodge. The box truck was like a sprinting snake, but the winding speed did not decrease at all, and it was getting closer and closer to the Dodge Viper.
Seeing that he was about to catch up with the red supercar, a smile appeared on Cross's face. The brothers would want to take his son away, but there was no door.
However, at this moment, a rush of sirens sounded from both sides, and the cross glanced left and right, and more than ten police cars were surrounding them.
Although these police cars were quickly thrown so that they could not see any shadows and could only eat Russell's exhaust, the Cross knew very well that there must be a Lock in front of them, and there might be armored explosion-proof vehicles.
Hell, the tips are so efficient, they weren't that fast before!The cross looked unhappy.
Russell rolled his eyes, and Qiantouzi didn't want to speak now.
On the red supercar ahead, Firefox gave up the counterattack due to insufficient ammunition, turned over and crawled back to the driver's seat, pushed away the straight-faced Wesley, turned the supercar into the normal lane, and tried to use the police car to catch fish in the troubled waters.
Russell followed into the normal lane. When turning, he skillfully drifted in gears and leaned up little by little.
This distance was within the range of the cross, but at some point a police helicopter appeared in the sky, and the searchlight hit the box truck.
Russell frowned: The situation is a little wrong. If I read it correctly, the police seem to be targeting us!?
The Cross did not raise his head and replied directly: It must be Sloan. He had a relationship with the congressman, and there was his person in the police station.
How about it, do you still need to chase?
The cross has no expression: Chase!
Bang!Bang!Bang!
Three bullets were thrown out in a row, and time seemed to slow down. The specially made threaded warhead drew an arc and accurately killed the remaining three tires.
The tires suffered a critical blow and fell off and were thrown out. The red supercar only had the wheels left, but it was still stubbornly galloping, but the speed was even slower.
Russell stepped on the accelerator to death, but it wasn't right. The accelerator had already hit the bottom of the box truck and ran forward against it.
Bang!Bang!
Firefox turned around and took two bullets. Russell lowered his head and dodged. The box truck slowed down and retreated for a while.
Russell said dissatisfiedly: What are you doing? Cover me!
Cross was unwilling to look at the red supercar: There is a sniper nearby, he is the killer of the Brotherhood, let's leave!
When Russell heard this, he immediately bowed his head and did not ask where the sniper was. The cross was professional in this regard, and it was not his turn to question it.
From a distance, I saw a row of police cars forming roadblocks, and two black armored explosion-proof cars were pressing against each other like giant beasts. Russell knew that he would not be able to catch Wesley back tonight.
Even if they were recovered, their weapons and equipment were not enough to retreat successfully. What's more, there was a helicopter in the sky, which would just shoot a few shock bombs or something, which would be enough for the two of them to drink a pot.
Russell turned the steering wheel hard, and the box truck flipped its tail and floated sideways. As he entered the opposite lane next to it, the front of the car turned and rushed out.
Firefox looked at the cross that gave up in the rearview mirror, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and raised his foot to step on the brake.
The brake system of the Dodge Viper... is not bad. No one has ever been able to successfully brake the emergency at high speed, so the red supercar eventually hit the police car blocking the road.
As for the two rows of stopping nails arranged by the police, the red supercar with only metal wheels left indicates whether they are the same.
Four policemen wearing special police equipment rushed forward, and the two pointed guns at Firefox and Wesley, and the two were responsible for harnessing them into the explosion-proof vehicle.
Firefox cooperated throughout the whole process, and the special police did not make things difficult for her. Instead, Wesley was pinched his arms and handcuffed.
In the explosion-proof car, Firefox took the M1911 back from the thin black special policeman, sighed and leaned on the seat, and the experience tonight was not very pleasant.
The black SWAT is the core member of the Brotherhood, "Gunsmith". He ignored Wesley's hellish expression and asked directly: Firefox, you almost failed, what's going on?
The Firefox couldn't bear to look back and held his forehead and said: There was a powerful driver from the Cross. I have never seen such a perverted driving skill...
OK, you can report this to Sloan yourself, let's take Wesley back first.
On the other side, Russell drove the box truck away from the police car behind his butt, but the helicopter in the sky was following him like a shadow. He drove the truck into the downtown area, stopped and crawled into the crowd with the cross, and soon disappeared.
The two took a taxi to detour, crossing a sedan in a remote garage, and Russell drove back to the factory.
This time, Russell's car speed was much slower, and the failure of "People Card: BABY" has passed. Unless it is drawn again, it will be difficult to reverse racing.
But it doesn't matter. A driver like BABY, just losing a little experience is enough for Russell to pretend to be an old driver.
bite!Host acquires skills: Vehicle driving mastery!
Not a one-time skill, but permanent.
Skill: Vehicle driving mastery (it is still a distance away from the master and the God of Cars, but in Cute's new eyes, you are already an out of reach old driver)
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