"Everyone get out of the car, disperse, and let the boss's car go!" The little dragon, who was so dizzy, jumped out of the car and shouted.
"Quick! Stop!" Shisanmei couldn't watch her subordinates desperately and escape by herself.
But Zhang Yuan knew that the matter was urgent, so the thirteen sisters shouted at the younger brother who was driving, "Quickly rush out! It will be too late when you are surrounded!"
"Stop!" The Thirteenth Sister didn't expect that Zhang Yuan would not listen to her at this time. This time she yelled at Zhang Yuan.
And the little brother who drove in front is all in wa
I don't know who to listen to, but I have to slow down the speed of the car.
"Get out!" Zhang Yuan didn't talk nonsense with the thirteen sisters, touched from the back, a Walter 99 pistol dedicated to MI6 agents hit the back of the driver's head.
Sister Thirteen saw Zhang Yuan taking out a gun, she couldn't help but was stunned. Although there are many smuggled guns from Southeast Asia in Hong Kong, it is not so easy for an ordinary person to get one. What is his gun? Where did it come from? Why didn't Ci Dongxing take it out when he was besieged by him
Just when the thirteen sisters wandered briefly, the speed of the car had already accelerated in vain, and she dashed out of the convoy, drew an arc on the silent road in the middle of the night, and quickly left the accident site.
"Brother, I'm sorry, the situation is urgent." Zhang Yuan patted the driver's younger brother on the back and retracted the pistol.
Looking from the rear window, I saw a few more cars rushing out of the mouth, which had completely blocked the thirteen sisters' convoy. If they made a decision just now, they would also be blocked inside.
And what sounded from the rear was bursts of gunfire like bursting beans. Obviously, the other party was merciless. As soon as Pu met, he hurt the killer, and the surrounded Xiaolong and others had little vitality.
"Xiaolong!" Sister Thirteen looked at the scene of the fierce battle behind the car with tears in her eyes. Xiaolong was also a very nice young man. He had followed her for many years, but at this moment she could only watch him die.
"Chen Yaotang! What do you mean? I order you now to go back!" The Thirteenth Sister yelled at Zhang Yuan again.
"We have a chance to avenge them when we escape!" Zhang Yuan also yelled at the thirteen sisters who had been dazzled by the pain. He looked back and said softly: "We can't escape now. ."
Before Zhang Yuan spoke, he saw a few motorcycles suddenly rushed out of the rear of the car, all of them were two people, one driving, and one behind holding a gun, shooting at the Bentley from a distance. In the night, the bullets glowed red. The bright dim light, fleeting, dragged a thin bullet in the air, punching out bullet holes one by one in the Bentley.
Although she has been in Dao for so many years, this kind of life-threatening gunfight has not been encountered by the thirteenth sister a few times before, and she was bewildered by this sudden attack.
"Get down!" Zhang Yuan suddenly roared, and suddenly pressed the body of the thirteenth sister.
"Pop!" Sister Thirteen clearly heard the sound of the rear window glass being broken.
As soon as her nervous heart relaxed, she heard another "snapped" sound on top of her head before she lifted her head. This time she didn't ask someone to remind her, but hugged Zhang Yuan's waist tightly and took the fragrance of Xiangfu The body is placed on Zhang Yuan's legs.
Zhang Yuan didn't have the heart to feel any fragrance. He knew that the audience was not good. This was definitely not what Feng Chao said about acting. He had no doubt that these people were coming to death.
"Drive faster." Zhang Yuan said to the driver and raised his head. The rear window had been shattered by bullets, and the sides were covered with bullet holes. Around the bullet holes, there were cracks like spider webs.
This seriously affected Zhang Yuan, all in wa
He couldn't see the situation of the motorcyclist behind him at all. His bullets were limited and he couldn't shoot at this time. He had to wait until he was sure that one shot would result in one shot.
The rear window was smashed to pieces, which also affected those assassins, and their bullets were not endless, so they also stopped shooting briefly, speeding up and chasing them.
There was a brief calm in the carriage, and Shisanmei suddenly realized that she was holding a subordinate's waist tightly in such an ambiguous posture, she blushed and let go of her hand.
At this time, the Thirteenth Sister had calmed down. She quickly took out her mobile phone from her pocket, called back, and asked Mr. Zhuang, who was at home, to quickly organize a response.
"You should buy a bulletproof car." Zhang Yuan said after the 13th sister finished the phone call. At this time, he really wanted his bulletproof car. If it is the bulletproof Mercedes Benz 600 today, he is sure to kill it without a single shot. All motorcycles behind.
"Do you think I'm so rich?" The Thirteenth Sister couldn't help but give Zhang Yuan a blank look. In such a tense situation, this glance made Zhang Yuan's mind uneasy.
However, the charmingness did not last for a second. In an instant, I heard a loud "slap", and a black iron rod slammed into the rear window of the Bentley.
Almost at the same time, a motorcycle appeared on the other side of the Bentley, and the same iron rod also hit the other side of the rear window.
The back window, which had been riddled with bullets, could no longer stop the iron rod that had been smashed down. No two or three blows, the back window was completely broken up with a crash, revealing a huge hole.
"Pong!" Zhang Yuan's gun immediately opened fire.
He didn't choose to hit the person with the weapon behind, but hit the person who was driving.
Zhang Yuan’s marksmanship is indisputable. With one shot, he saw the inside of the helmet’s transparent mask, which was splashed with blood. The motorcycle on both sides of the Bentley instantly fell over. Although the gunman behind was not shot, this He fell down and didn't die and was seriously injured.
Although Zhang Yuan's marksmanship was as good as a god, after all, he was single-handedly and shot again, and he had just killed two. The response to him was more than a dozen tongues of fire behind him.
"Swish swish..." The bullet screamed, like a group of headless wasps on Zhang Yuan and Shisanmei's heads. Although these killers have poor accuracy, they have a lot of bullets, and there are always so many lucky bullets.
I saw the body of the driver in front, suddenly shocked, he touched with his hand, with blood on the other.
"Boss..." The driver's younger brother was about to say something, but his body was shocked again...
He knew he was running out of time, and he even felt that vitality was being quickly peeled from his body, and an irresistible whirlpool was rising from his brain.
"Take me revenge!" The driver's brother roared, gritted his teeth, and tried his last bit of strength, exhausted all his strength, and stepped on the brakes to the bottom.
"Crunch~" A harsh scream echoed in the quiet long street. The high-speed rotating wheels were forcibly stopped in an instant, and the tires pulled out two shocking black marks on the cement road.
"Bang!" The motorcycle behind him couldn't dodge and crashed into the rear of the Bentley. The huge inertia made the motorcycle soar. The rider's head was attached to the black helmet and knocked off like a ball. The assassin with the gun flew over from Bentley, and fell a hundred meters in front of the car. He jerked twice and stopped moving.
"Xiao Cong!" Sister Thirteen let out a mournful cry, her eyes almost oozing bleeding.
The driver's little brother was already lying on the steering wheel. There was no sign of life. Zhang Yuan patted him apologetically, then pushed the car door and pushed the corpse out of the car.
"Don't..." Sister Thirteen shouted feebly, but she also knew that Zhang Yuan was right. Life and death were hanging by a thread at this moment. If you didn't pay attention, your horse might become the same corpse like him.
Zhang Yuan pushed down the driver's brother and sat in the driving seat. He saw a lot of life and death. He must remain calm at all times. If a person cannot control his emotions, he will definitely be controlled by his emotions.
Zhang Yuan started to accelerate very skillfully, and now all the motorcycle killers had arrived in front of him, and at the moment he was turning the front of the car and rushing towards him.
At this moment, Zhang Yuan suddenly discovered a detail. The arm of the corpse lying on the ground was actually tied with a strip of white linen cloth like a filial piety.
This scene reminded Zhang Yuan of Chen Shaohong's younger brother who chased him that day.
"It's Huizi! They didn't go to Thailand!" Suddenly, Zhang Yuan understood why the other party rushed to kill them all, desperately, it turned out that it was Huizi who came with revenge.
Is this Feng Chao ordered? Or is Huizi carrying him on his back? Also, Sister Thirteen has changed course, why did the other party still ambush in advance
But at this moment, it was not the turn of Zhang Yuan to think about this, and the killers turned the front of the car and killed them back.
"Dead!" Zhang Yuan roared, slammed on the accelerator, and rushed towards an oncoming motorcycle.
"Kill him!" The rider who drove felt the danger and shouted to the killer behind.
The killer was holding a submachine gun and swept wildly at the Bentley that rushed over, but Zhang Yuan had been prepared long ago, and when he accelerated, he hid under the steering wheel.
"Boom!" There was another loud noise. The motorcycle climbed on the front hood of the Bentley. The huge impact caused the motorcycle to smash and fall on the front cover of the Bentley twice, but the rider lay motionless on the Bentley’s. Front window.
It’s not good where this killer died. He actually died in the front window, just blocking Zhang Yuan’s sight.
Zhang Yuan swayed the car back and forth before throwing the corpse down the front window. At this moment, he rushed to the motorcycle behind Bentley and turned to chase him again.
Probably because they felt that Zhang Yuan was not easy to deal with, so they shot the Bentley from a distance. The bullets made the car crackle and sparks splattered in the dark.
The situation is very critical. Zhang Yuan is only one person, and there are not many bullets in the pistol. What he fears most at the moment is that the gasoline tank is hit. Then he and the Thirteen Sisters have no chance of jumping off the car.
Fortunately, the location where the other party attacked was only about 5 kilometers away from Shisanmei’s home, and after chasing just now, it was a lot closer. As long as he returned to the accommodation area, he was safe. The lodging area for the rich has been slaughtered.
"Get down! I'm going to speed up!" Zhang Yuan roared, and sprinted towards the direction of the accommodation area. The Bentley started to the craziest, and it was slightly better than the motorcycle. Huizai waited behind. People always see and can't catch up.
Zhang Yuan drove faster and faster, and the speed had increased to 170 miles. Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the accommodation area, when he was looking into the distance, a truck suddenly passed by the intersection in front of him, and the thirteen sisters were shocked to see this Faded.