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"Can't you speed up? What should you do? You should think of a way." Sharapova urged.
Hearing Sharapova's slightly complaining urging, Zhang Feng had no time to argue with her, nor was he in the mood.
He frowned, and after a little hesitation, he said in a deep voice: "The other party hasn't fired yet, which means they want to live, so we have a chance. Since we don't have the advantage in the car, then we will give up the car."
"What did you say? Give up the car? Are you walking? Are you crazy? How could we walk to Brasilia on foot!" Sharapova exclaimed.
Dai'er learned to be smart and kept her mouth shut. She finally saw clearly that in this three-person team, she had the least or even zero role and needed to be protected by others.
"Shut up!" Zhang Feng was also angered by her words, and said angrily: "I'll drive now!"
Sharapova was a little angry, but she did not refute Zhang Feng's words.
Zhang Feng turned from the neutral position of the front seat. Sharapova raised her buttocks and let Zhang Feng get in front of her.
The thighs in the narrow space inevitably rubbed against Sharapova's buttocks, but she didn't think about it at all. After all, there were people chasing behind her. If this was the case, what other messy thoughts could there be? , that’s when you really saw a ghost.
Sharapova sat on the back seat and picked up the two submachine guns that Zhang Feng had placed on the back seat with both hands.
Zhang Feng stuck out his tongue, licked his lips, and switched the driving mode to manual transmission.
Although the automatic transmission is simpler to operate, it cannot perform subtle operations.
Off gear, reduce fuel, and the speed slowed down a bit. Since your own car is no match for the opponent in terms of speed, there is no need to blindly race against the opponent.
One side is slowing down, while the other side is still accelerating. When the two are facing each other, the car behind them quickly shortens the distance between them.
The man sitting in the passenger seat of the Grand Cherokee behind him had fair skin, a beard, and fierce eyes.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a sneer, and he said: "Give the other party a warning. If you shoot at us, how can you not retaliate."
His words were transmitted through the headsets to the two cars on both sides.
There were only two people inside the Grand Cherokee, but four people were sitting in the cars on the left and right sides.
After receiving orders, they always lowered the windows of the car, and the hand and half of the body holding the automatic rifle were stuck out of the car.
With a wild roar, he frantically pulled the trigger on the S driven by Zhang Feng.
Accompanied by violent gunfire, bullets whizzed across the car body.
The windshield behind her shattered into glass particles. Fortunately, Sharapova realized something was wrong immediately and leaned tightly on the seat.
Glass particles fell on her body, rising through her clothes and hitting her skin.
Dai'er had never felt that death was so close to her. She screamed loudly, held her head in her hands, and huddled in her seat.
Her subconscious panic reaction minimized the area of her injuries.
Zhang Feng didn't react at all. The opponent's pouring shooting had no accuracy at all.
Moreover, there is a seat behind the body, so as long as he is not too unlucky, he will not be hit by stray bullets.
However, from the opponent's crazy shooting, Zhang Feng realized one thing, that is, the opponent did not want to stay alive at all!
That means that the other party is not here for Sharapova. There is only one possibility left, and that is to kill Del.
His eyes involuntarily glanced at the frightened Dai'er, and Zhang Feng also sighed for her.
A girl of her age should be enjoying a leisurely life and bitter love in school, but now she is facing ruthless killing.
The reason for everything is her identity!
"Zhang Feng, the other party doesn't want to survive at all!" Sharapova exclaimed.
"Stop talking so much nonsense! Prepare to obey my orders!" Zhang Feng shouted loudly.
Although the situation was urgent, Zhang Feng did not panic too much. The opponent's firepower was fierce, but not fatal.
While driving the vehicle, the vehicle was still slowly draining the gas. The vehicle speed seemed stable, but in fact it was constantly accelerating.
Slowly slowing down like this, even the car behind you doesn't notice it.
The distance between the two sides kept getting closer, two hundred meters, one hundred and eighty meters, one hundred and fifty meters, one hundred meters, eighty meters and sixty meters.
You can even see the expression on the other person's face clearly from a distance.
Just when the distance between the two sides was still fifty meters, Zhang Feng suddenly shifted gears, stopped accelerator, and braked!
The s brake device made a tooth-aching sound due to the sudden braking, and the tires exposed long brake marks on the road.
The car behind was completely caught off guard!
The Grand Cherokee is directly behind S, and the braking distance of fifty meters is simply not enough. With such a fast distance, there will inevitably be a rear-end collision!
Although the white-faced man sitting in the passenger seat wanted to kill someone, he didn't want to die with the other person.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"
The driver turned the steering wheel sharply and moved sideways.
But there was a car on the side, and the car had no time to react and did not give way in time. The sides of the two cars suddenly scraped together, and strings of sparks spattered everywhere, making a tooth-aching sound of tearing metal.
Everything happened as expected by Zhang Feng, who shouted: "Sharapova, get ready!"
Although scratches occurred, neither the Grand Cherokee nor the sedan was involved in an accident. After a slight adjustment, they stabilized and began to brake.
The same was true for the car on the other side. The rear window was still open, and the black man was holding a gun and shooting wildly at Zhang Feng's rapidly decelerating car.
The bullets left finger-thick bullet holes in the car body, and half of the car body was damaged like a hornet's nest.
They braked later and faster, so when S stopped, they were still moving forward quickly based on inertia.
When the two cars passed each other, Zhang Feng suddenly shouted: "Do it!"
Sharapova, who had been crawling in the back seat, stood up suddenly, holding a submachine gun in her hand, and pulled the trigger frantically with her finger.
The black man holding the gun and leaning out of the window widened his eyes and hurriedly tried to retract his body, but it was too late!
The bullet fired by P5 directly blew out S's car window, whizzing and leaning on the black man's body.
The black man's body continued to tremble, and the blood flowers bloomed mercilessly. The sprayed blood was blown back by the wind.
In the end, his body was hung on the window, with half of it attached to the car window and half of it left inside the car.
All three cars had rushed in front of the car driven by Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng suddenly shouted: "Get out of the car!"