81: C81 Escape 2

C81 Escape 2

In the nick of time, Faang Xuan gritted his teeth and pulled back into the car.

At the same time, with a loud bang, the armored vehicle, which was equipped with anti-missile armor, started to shake violently. The bulletproof glass in the surroundings shattered and splashed everywhere, and a scorching heat rushed out of the window. Faang Xuan stuck close to the floor of the car and felt a sharp pain on his back. The smell of barbecued meat came from the air. His back was burned by the high temperature of the bomb.

The armored car shook for a while. Although the car was slightly dented, it did not explode. However, the car could not be driven anymore.

Faang Xuan knew that this armored vehicle could withstand the bombardment of a few cannonballs. It was already the limit. If the other party attacked again, the vehicle would definitely not be able to withstand it.

Ignoring the burns on his back, Faang Xuan kicked open the door and jumped out of the vehicle. He hid at the side of the armored vehicle.

As soon as he appeared, bullets rained down on him. A net made of bullets flew towards his head, but it did not hurt him at all. He was too fast.

There were screams around. In each private car, there were people who got up early to work. Seeing this explosive scene that could only be seen in Hollywood blockbusters, they could not help but be scared out of their wits. Other than calling the police, the only thing they could do was to let go of their throats and howl. It was as if that could ease the fear in his heart.

Fortunately, the convoy that was patrolling Martial Police was connected to one another. There were no ordinary private cars around. This might be the reason why the man with the slickback dared to order the firing of the artillery shells.

Hiding behind the armored vehicle, Faang Xuan stretched out an arm and occasionally fired at Martial Police who was behind him.

Bullets flew everywhere, and they were extremely accurate. All of them hit the patrolling officers or Martial Police's hat. The magical marksmanship immediately made the patrolling officers' backs wet with sweat, and they all shrank back, not daring to show their faces.

Faang Xuan just let out a sigh of relief. Through the mirror shards in front of the armored vehicles, he saw a few more artillery barrels of Martial Police's transport vehicles aimed in the direction of the armored vehicles.

"Damn it, there are no rules in the game." Faang Xuan stood on his tiptoes and jumped out of the armored vehicles. The dense bullets whistled around him, but he dodged them one by one.

He jumped onto the iron railings of the bridge. Under the bridge that was more than 30 meters tall, the endless stream of cars was only the size of toys.

"F * ck, God, you have to let me live."

Faang Xuan jumped and jumped onto the bridge that was more than 30 meters tall. A bullet came from behind him, creating sparks on the iron bars that he was standing on.

With a bang, he landed on the carriage of a container truck. Faang Xuan bent his legs and fell to the ground.

He felt that his internal organs had been shaken and shifted. He felt a sweetness in his throat and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His legs felt as if they had been broken.

Fortunately, there were no more bullets. He looked up and saw a bunch of heads sticking out from where he had jumped. Faang Xuan saw it for real. Two of the heads were Zhuo Dali and Battalion Commander Guo.

The container truck drove further and further away. Although the people on the bridge had weapons, there were too many private cars and innocent people below. They did not dare to shoot recklessly and could only stare anxiously.

Faang Xuan pointed his middle finger at the man with the back of his head. His finger slowly pointed downwards. It was obvious that he was looking down on them. The man with the slickback was so angry that he gritted his teeth. His eyes were about to burst into flames.

Faang Xuan curled his lips and revealed a proud smile. However, before the smile could fully spread on his face, he heard a rumbling sound next to his ear.

He raised his head and saw two helicopters with the '8' logo on them appearing in the sky. The airflow created by the propellers brought about a huge sound that made people's eardrums hurt.

Faang Xuan was sweating in his heart. How much hatred did he have? Even the helicopters were deployed.

However, the helicopter was flying so high that he did not believe that the other party would dare to fire a cannonball.

As expected, the helicopter just kept getting closer and closer, flying lower and lower. It didn't fire any weapons. Just as Faang Xuan was feeling puzzled, a sniper rifle came out from the helicopter cabin. The black muzzle was aimed at Faang Xuan, who was lying on top of the container. The infrared scope shone brightly under the morning sun.

Faang Xuan smiled bitterly. It was really seamless. After a set of combinations, he did not even have a chance to catch his breath.

With a flash of cold light in his eyes, Faang Xuan ignored the pain on his leg. He jumped to the edge of the container and saw a red sports car speeding past. He gritted his teeth and jumped down.

With a bang, Faang Xuan's body landed heavily on the roof of the red sports car. The inertia of the car made his body slide forward until he was in front of the windshield.

Sizzle sizzle.

The driver was shocked. He stepped on the brakes, and the car drove forward with inertia for more than ten meters before stopping. There was a burnt smell from the friction of tires in the air.

The sports car that suddenly stopped produced a strong driving force. Faang Xuan's body was once again pushed more than five meters away. After landing on the ground, he could not help but open his mouth and spit out a large amount of blood.0

A young man with dyed yellow hair came out of the car. He was dressed very shabbily. He came in front of Faang Xuan and said with a face full of curiosity, "Brother, what are you playing at? Superman? Let me tell you, you have to take full responsibility for this traffic accident."

Puchi!

Before he could finish speaking, a bowl-sized crater suddenly appeared where he was standing. A yellow and orange bullet jumped up high from the crater, and a faint smell of gunpowder filled the air.

"Damn, this... This is a crater? Are you filming a movie?" Blondie was shocked.

There was a buffer underneath the barrel, which made it easier to accurately hit the target. Three magazines were placed on the upper left side of the trigger, horizontally arranged. It looked very cool, and he had previously discussed it with other fans on some forums. He didn't expect to try it personally today.

The yellow-hair's reaction could be considered fast. The thin bamboo pole's body scuttled backwards and immediately hid behind the sports car. Just as he was about to call over the unlucky guy that he knocked down, he took a closer look and saw that there was not a single shadow on the ground.

Boom... Hong, hong, hong...

The sports car let out a furious roar and flew forward like an arrow. When the car drove away, a thin figure of a bamboo pole could be seen. He stood there trembling with fear, his face full of shock and confusion. A calm voice came from the air, making the yellow-haired man even more furious.

"Brother, I borrowed the car first. Just treat it as compensation for bumping into me."

Faang Xuan drove the sports car he "borrowed" and kept speeding up, but there were too many cars and pedestrians on the road. Even though he was running at full speed when he saw the gap, his speed was at most 80 to 100 yards. It was impossible to be faster.

The helicopter in the sky was still following him, firing bullets from time to time. Although it was dangerous, it still did not hurt Faang Xuan. However, the bright Porsche sports car was now riddled with holes by the large-caliber sniper rifle. It was a pity.

The traffic on the highway became more and more chaotic.

Whether it was pedestrians or drivers, when they saw this scene that only appeared in movies, they all had the same thought:

This driver's brother was probably a foreign spy or a member of a terrorist organization? Otherwise, the government wouldn't have sent out helicopters. But no matter which type of person it was, they were the ones who killed without blinking their eyes. If they offended these ferocious fellows, then no matter how many lives they had, it wouldn't be enough to kill them.

Therefore, anyone who saw this Porsche that was full of scars passed by. The surrounding pedestrians and private cars would involuntarily move to the side of the parking lot. Try not to get in the way of things. Nowadays, even lifting an old man could be extorted. Want to charge garlic to help the patrolmen capture people?

I'm sorry, no one really has the guts to do so.

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