851: C851 Battle(1)

C851 Battle(1)

"They're on the highway in the direction of Kendia." Bush replied.

"Okay. I will arrange for people to go and intercept them immediately." The man looked at Qiao Lee, who was beaten black and blue by Bush, and asked, "What should we do with this woman?"

"This woman is no longer of much use to us. It is a burden to stay by our side. Let her see God!" Bush took out a pistol from his pocket and pointed it at Qiao Lee's head. He said fiercely, "All the women around Lee Xiangyang have to die, and you are no exception!"

"No... Pleiades! What... [Don't... don't kill me...] Qiao Lee saw Bush pointing a black gun at her and her pupils immediately widened. She opened her mouth wide and begged loudly.

"Young lady, God is with you, bye bye!" Bush pulled the trigger.

Bang!

A gunshot rang out.

Qiao Lee's head exploded and blood splattered everywhere.

A generation of beauties had died just like that. This vain woman had obtained her rightful place.

To an assassin like Bush, killing was as simple as stepping on an ant. No matter if you were a beauty, a rich man, or a politician, there was no pity. There was no need to feel sorry for someone who had tender feelings for the fairer sex. Death was not to be regretted.

...

A white van was driving on a straight highway. A dozen cars formed a motorcade and chased after them from behind.

It was majestic and aggressive!

It was as if they had caught up to the van in front of them and pulled out the people inside to execute them on the spot, or to kill them by dismembering their bodies.

The people in the van seemed to have discovered that the cars behind them were tracking them. The driver quickly stepped on the accelerator to the maximum and accelerated to the highest speed of the van.

However, how could the performance and speed of the van compare to those high-performance cars behind them?

A few minutes later, the leading Mercedes-Benz was less than a hundred meters away from the van.

Suddenly, a rocket launcher stretched out from the window of the Mercedes-Benz and aimed at the van.

Aim!

Lock!

Launch!

After a series of skillful movements, a fierce-looking blond man shot out a tongue of flame from the rocket launcher in the Mercedes-Benz, hitting the rear of the van.

Boom!

There was a loud sound.

The huge amount of power of the cannon caused a ball of fire.

In an instant, thick smoke filled the air, and the pungent smell of gunpowder filled the air.

The severely deformed van was blown up high by the air wave, and the ear-piercing sound of metal hitting the ground rang out once again. The van fell apart, and two fallen tires bounced towards the highway.

Gradually, the rolling speed of the tires became slower and slower, gradually weakening. Finally, the van tilted and fell to the ground. It slightly flicked and stopped moving.

The cars driving at high speed behind the van dodged one after another. The BMW closest to the van was unable to dodge in time. The driver suddenly braked and turned the steering wheel.

The wheels suddenly produced a strong sound of friction, and sparks flashed. Under the strong inertia, the BMW hit the fence of the highway.

Boom!1

Another loud sound.

The cement fence broke into pieces, and fragments flew everywhere.

The powerful impact caused the deformed BMW to fly away. The four wheels were still spinning rapidly, drawing a strange trajectory.

The deformed BMW flew for more than ten meters before its inertia disappeared. It fell head first onto a large tree in the green belt.

Boom!

Another loud sound was heard.

The BMW instantly exploded. The power of the explosion broke the trees in the green belt. The leaves were burning and the fire spread rapidly. It was a sea of fire...

"Wow, I hit it!"

After the van was hit by the cannon and split into pieces, the people in the Mercedes-Benz cried out in alarm. They seemed to have smelled the scent of death and celebrated their victory in advance.

"The mission our boss gave us was to leave no survivors," the fierce-looking man said proudly. "Come, let's go and see if those people are dead or not."

The driver parked the Mercedes-Benz by the roadside, and the cars behind also stopped. They lined up on the highway in a long line and got off one after another.

Following behind the motorcade was a black Ford. A golden-haired, blue-eyed driver with a tall nose asked Bush, who was sitting in the passenger seat.

"Boss, it seems that our people have succeeded. Should we go up and take a look?"

"No need. Let their men go up first. I think this matter is not that simple." Bush looked at the rearview mirror and was shocked. He scolded loudly, "This bunch of trash, they don't even know their target. They just randomly used heavy weapons. They deserve to die!"

"Ah? What target?" The man with the tall nose lowered his speed and asked in confusion, "Could it be that those people are not in the van, and our target is not that van?"

" Yes. " Bush said, "Look at the white BMW behind us, it is speeding towards us. I think... Lee Xiangyang and the others must be in this BMW, and the van in front of them... It's just a live target they set up on purpose, to lure us into the trap. "

" Do we need to stop the BMW? " The man with the tall nose asked.

"No, we don't need it for now. Let's take a look at those people's wonderful performances first. We'll wait for them to fight until both of them are injured, then we'll make our move. " Bush shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, and said with a proud smile, "In the words of the people of Huaxia, it is called praying mantis pouncing on cicadas. The oriole behind!"

"Hehe, Boss is really brilliant!" The tall nose gave a thumbs up and praised with a smile.

Sou!

A white shadow flashed past the right side of the Ford like a bolt of lightning.

As the Ford had been driving slowly on the highway, it was still a distance away from the row of black Mercedes-Benz cars parked by the roadside. The people in the BMW did not notice them at all and did not attack them.

Bush, who was sitting in the Ford, also did not fire at the BMW. He exposed himself in advance. He wanted to see how the people in the BMW fought with their friends alone. Were there any other cars following them?

If the people in the BMW fought with the cars in front of them to attract everyone's attention, then there would be cars coming from behind to reinforce them, and they would become even more passive.

When it was time to make a move, he would make a move and rush into Jiuzhou!

The ultimate goal of an assassin was to kill, and it was how to kill the other party. Killing was an art, and how to choose the best time was the key to completing the mission.

In the eyes of an assassin, it was either to kill someone else or to be killed by someone else.

Therefore, in the process of carrying out a mission, the most fatal blow was what they needed. The result was often more important than the process.

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