82: C82 Fish Eye Mix

C82 Fish Eye Mix

Faang Xuan didn't have time to pay attention to the thoughts of the passers-by, but the speed of the sports car was getting faster and faster. But no matter how fast it was, it couldn't be faster than a helicopter with wings.

The continuous roaring of the propellers was like a disgusting fly. It could not be swung around beside his ear, and from time to time, a few bullets would shoot out. It was like a mosquito ordering a person, biting a bag. However, this bag wasn't reserved for Faang Xuan. Instead, it was taken by the Porsche.

"This can't go on." Faang Xuan held the steering wheel steadily. From time to time, he would drift around to avoid the sniping, but he still could not avoid being shot.

The long sound of the patrol flute became more and more urgent, getting closer and closer. In the end, it was the capital. In a place where officials and nobles gathered, the speed at which the police came out was faster than in other provinces. It had only been a few minutes before the police arrived. It was estimated that there was another round of blockades waiting for him.

Just as Faang Xuan was at his wits' end, his eyes suddenly lit up. A road sign next to him gave him a hint, so he stepped hard on it. The Porsche, which was about to fall apart, let out a few unwilling roars and sped up again. He sped forward.

Faang Xuan made use of his extraordinary reflexes and excellent acceleration skills to overtake one car after another. At the same time, the helicopter in the sky seemed to have discovered his intention. The bullets were getting more and more concentrated.

Suddenly, a bullet passed through the roof of the car and flew over diagonally. It accurately hit Faang Xuan's chest, and the feeling of a heavy hammer hitting him rose in his heart. He opened his mouth and sprayed a rain of blood on the windshield in front of him. Even his vision started to blur.

The bullets were too dense, and the size of the sports car was too conspicuous. It was basically a live target. Although the sniper on the helicopter was affected by the helicopter's movement, but after practicing for a long time, he became more and more familiar with the shooting and finally hit the target accurately.

One helicopter, one helicopter, one helicopter. Dressed in Martial Police's training uniform, captain Martial Police, whose epaulet was embroidered with 1.3 cents, was holding a telescope. There was a trace of joy on his face. He could clearly see the blood spurting out of the window. He was overjoyed. Just as he was about to pick up the communicator and report to his superior, suddenly... He frowned deeply. Other than coughing up blood, his target had also been shot. He continued to adjust his body as if nothing had happened and drove away in the sports car.

"The target is wearing a special bulletproof vest. Accelerate shooting. Don't let him run into the tunnel." With a serious expression, Mao San loudly ordered his subordinate who was carrying a sniper rifle.

Faang Xuan spat out a mouthful of blood. He immediately felt a little better. The moment the bullet came flying over, a set of scales naturally grew on the spot where the bullet came from. It saved his life, but the bullet's power was too great. Its penetration was also too strong, even though it was separated by the scale, it still heavily injured him and made him vomit blood.

If not for the fact that his muscle strength was several times that of an ordinary person, protecting his internal organs, not only would his sternum be shattered, even his internal organs would have been shattered.

Even though he had the protection of the mystical scale armor, coupled with the abnormal muscle strength of his body, Faang Xuan didn't want to try it a second time. This damn sniper rifle... Its power was too shocking, and it broke through the surface with just a little bit of force. He estimated that if he was hit again, even if he didn't die, his internal organs wouldn't be able to withstand the shock.

The car staggered and wobbled, but its speed did not slow down. Taking advantage of the officer's momentary shock on the helicopter, Faang Xuan passed a few cars and finally drove into a long and narrow tunnel. At this moment, Faang Xuan took a deep breath.

Without the threat of the helicopter, the crisis was temporarily resolved, but the sound of the patrolmen around his ears became more and more urgent.

At this moment, the car trembled, and black smoke rose from the front of the car. The cool Porsche let out a roar of unwillingness, finally completing its glorious life and stopping in the middle of the road.

Faang Xuan's expression did not change. He had already expected this situation. The hood of the car had been hit by a bullet earlier. It was already a miracle that it could run until now.

He jumped out of the car. The light in the tunnel was very good. The strong street lights on both sides of the tunnel illuminated the long tunnel as if it was daytime. The cars beside him flew past. Even though he kept waving his hand, none of them stopped.

A cold light flashed in Faang Xuan's eyes. It was a very special situation. He could only use some special methods.

He picked up a compressed warhead from the sports car and held it in his hand. He saw a car coming towards him and waved his arm. The warhead flew out of his hand and hit the driver's shoulder precisely fifty meters away.

It was a convertible JEEP shepherd. After the driver was shot, he instinctively stepped on the brakes. The car swerved to the side for more than ten meters and stopped by the side of the road.

Faang Xuan took a big stride forward and pulled out the arm from the driver's seat without saying anything. The arm was injured. The young man with a pale face cut his neck with a palm. After that, he stuffed the young man's body into the worn-out Porsche.

After doing all this, Faang Xuan sat in the JEP horse-herder's seat and calmly tidied up his clothes. When he found that there was some blood stains on his jacket, he simply took it off and threw it on the ground. He looked around in the car and found a leather jacket that was shining in the backseat. So he put it on.

He looked at the mirror in the car and took out a box. He found some tools from inside and put some paint on his face. The whole process took less than two minutes. When everything was done, Faang Xuan looked completely different.

His face was still the same face. There were not many changes to it, but his temperament had undergone a tremendous change.

If it was said that Faang Xuan looked heroic before he put on makeup and had a sharp gaze, and at that moment, he had a wretched face, and his eyes were sunken. Two big natural dark circles under his eyes showed that he had drunk too much. He didn't seem to have enough spiritual energy. In addition, there was a row of earrings on his ear and a nose ring on his nose. He also had a tuft of beard under his chin, which made him look like a decadent hip-hop young man.

After restarting the car, Faang Xuan drove at a normal speed. Not long after, dazzling sunlight appeared in front of him and the exit arrived.

He drove out of the tunnel with a calm expression. A temporary inspector was set up fifty meters in front of him. Martial Police, who was carrying a gun, was on both sides. Behind him was a large group of riot guards in black armor.

The policeman with a gun carefully inspected every car, including the back cover. There were also some powerful people who complained about the compartment and other places where people could hide. They did not cooperate, but when they saw the large group of armed patrol officers surrounding them, Martial Police... In the end, they still cooperated with the inspection.

Not long after, it was Faang Xuan's turn. Two patrol officers wearing navy blue uniforms walked over. First, they politely saluted him, then said in a serious tone, "Please show your driver's license and driving license."

Faang Xuan chewed chewing gum and handed over two documents. He asked curiously, "Brother, what happened? Did he go to Beijing? This place is too big. "2

The Beijing film that Faang Xuan mentioned was even more sincere than what the people in the old capital said. The two documents that he handed over were authentic. They were all prepared by Lou Lan before he came. He had prepared a copy of the documents in the public security system, so he was not nervous at all. As long as it wasn't Battalion Commander Guo with the slickback or the two cents, with his current makeup, even if the Patrol Officers had photos, they wouldn't be able to recognize him.

The officer didn't answer him. Instead, he carefully looked at the documents, then looked at his face. Finally, he said, "This car isn't yours?"

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