The appearance of the transcendent profession was beyond Feinan's expectations, and he was still a guy with a double transcendent profession.

What's more, this guy wants to kill him!

Cursor's name is Songpa, what does he have to do with the Somchai he killed that time?

Before he had time to think about it, Feinan suddenly braked and parked the car on the side of the road.

"Wow!"

Caught off guard, Long Fur burrowed headlong into the angle between the console and the windshield.

"Shhh

Long Mao rubbed his sore head and just straightened up, when he heard Fei Nan whisper at him: "Get out of the car!"

"Master, what's wrong?"

Longhair doesn't understand.

"I don't have time to explain, if you want to live, get out of the car!"

Fei Nan leaned in and directly opened the co-pilot's door, and pushed and shoved Longhair down.

Longhair stood on the side of the road in a daze, looking at the taillights of Feinan's car as he quickly moved away, holding half a cigarette butt in his hand.

He had a vague feeling that something was wrong, it was the first time he had seen such a solemn expression on Feinan's face.

Even in the face of so many gunmen in Omen, Fernan behaved quite calmly, but this time, Fernan gave him a feeling of facing a great enemy.

What's going on?

After experiencing a battle with Fernan, Longhair was deeply impressed by Fernan's marksmanship, and in his heart, Fernan could be called the strongest!

But even such a powerful Fernan, he has the feeling of facing a great enemy, and something very dangerous must be about to happen.

Longhair hesitated, and Fernan asked him to get out of the car, apparently afraid that he would drag him back.

But is it okay to leave like this, leaving Nange alone to face the danger?

The roar of the engine came from a distance, and it quickly approached, and a Citroen, which was obviously much faster than the other vehicles, swept in front of Longhair and drove in the direction where Fernan had disappeared.

After hesitating for a moment, Longhair suddenly gritted his teeth, reached out to stop a taxi, and jumped in.

"Master, keep up with the car in front!"

......

Fernan, who maintained his top speed, headed west.

Looking in the rearview mirror, a pair of headlights shuttled through the traffic behind him, rapidly approaching him.

The other party had apparently locked on him.

The probe pulled open the storage box, and Feinan took out the M9 inside, checked the number of bullets, and pinned it into the lower back.

One gun, two magazines, a total of thirty rounds, this bit of firepower was not enough to reassure him.

I didn't expect the first enemy of the transcendent profession to appear so suddenly.

Unlike a small character like Brother Prawn who can be killed in a casual afternoon tea time, the pressure of being targeted by a transcendent profession is undoubtedly much greater.

It would be nice if Li Jie was here, at least he could help himself share some of the pressure......

But even if he wasn't there, Fernan had to deal with this guy today, otherwise he would be in trouble.

He gradually drove out of the downtown area, and there were many fewer cars on the road, and the car behind him was even more unscrupulous and blatantly followed.

With the high beam, the rear car gradually approached the rear of Feinan's car, and was still honking its horn defiantly, very arrogant.

Fei Nan glanced in the rearview mirror, and through the reflection, he could even see the slightly hideous expression on the face of Liu Sheng in the driver's seat.

His subordinates quickly shifted gears, and Feinan stepped on the accelerator directly to the end, and the engine roared, and the car accelerated again, instantly pulling the distance away.

After a while, the headlights were dazzling, and the car behind followed again.

This time, the rear car drove directly to the level position of Fernan, and Ah Sheng looked to the side through the window.

In the night, in the contrast of light and darkness from the headlights, he could not see Feinan's appearance clearly, only a general outline.

Suddenly, he saw Feinan, who was in the driver's seat, raise his hand, and the fire flashed in his hand.

Without the slightest hesitation, he quickly clicked on the brakes, and the car nodded violently.

Poop!

The next moment, a bullet hit the B-pillar, and the impact of the bullet directly cracked the windshield with several cracks.

Good marksmanship!

Sure enough, it was him!

Ah Sheng stared at Feinan's taillights, stepped on the accelerator again, and chased after him at a faster speed.

He had already learned from his brother at the scene in Haojiang Inner Harbor that day that the world's gambling king's marksmanship was superb, and there was no missing bullet, and the part of the person who was shot was either the center of the eyebrows or the chest.

Later, hundreds of meters away, he shot his brother Broken Tooth in the head with just one shot.

The shot of Fernan just now almost killed him, but it was equivalent to announcing his identity.

This kind of marksman is not everywhere.

Rage rose, vengeful snakes gnawing at his heart, letting tingling blood all over his body, but not eating away at his sanity.

Ah Sheng is very self-aware, he can't be the opponent of that guy, but he brought a god of death!

In the co-pilot, Songpa sat firmly in the seat, and the sudden braking of Fang Cai Ah Sheng didn't even make his body shake.

He was concentrating on wrapping his fists in armor.

He held a strip of leather made of buffalo leather about two centimeters wide, which was wrapped around his hand.

The leather strip is extremely flexible and well-maintained, and even reflects a metallic color in the night.

The strip of leather was neither tight nor loose, gradually covering the entire back of his left hand and every joint, wrapping all the way to the top of his wrist, like a piece of leather armor for his fist.

Biting the rope with his teeth and tying the fist armor tightly, Songpa concocted it in the same way, wrapping a layer of fist armor for his right fist.

Songpa's eyes were serious, as if he was doing something extremely sacred.

He wore a red sleeveless shirt and shorts, and the tough coarse cloth was tattooed with fine Theravada sutras.

A gold-wrapped belt was tied around his waist, the outer layer was gold leaf, and the inner layer was cloth tattooed with Buddhist scriptures.

On his left arm was an eight-ring armband woven of red fabric, a bright red dyed from the blood of a dragon snake.

Solemnly took out a headband made of snake skin and put it on the top of his head, and he stroked the yellow amber in the center like a dragon's snake eye, and his gaze became more and more determined.

Ah Sheng caught up with the car in front again, and the two had gradually driven away from the city during the chase.

The engine roared, and Ah Sheng clung to the rear of Feinan's car, trying to wait for an opportunity to overtake and force it to stop.

Fei Nan changed direction from side to side, pressing him behind him.

But in this way, his speed will inevitably decrease, otherwise frequent changes of direction will directly lead to overturning.

As the car gradually approached Dongshan, Fei Nan suddenly pulled the handbrake and slammed the steering wheel at the same time, the tires let out a piercing scream, and the car moved sideways in an instant!

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other gun up, Fernan pointed to the left window, and then the front of Ah Sheng's car appeared in front of him.

The dazzling headlights made his pupils constrict instantly, and Feinan squinted his eyes and pulled the trigger!

Boom!

Boom!

Two bullets were instantly discharged and flew in the direction of the driver's seat!

Smack!

Smack!

Two bullet holes appeared on the windshield in an instant!

Ah Sheng buried his head, and the speed of the car dropped sharply.

The co-pilot's Songpa didn't dodge, he stared at Feinan in the driver's seat, his face expressionless.

The car turned 180 degrees before it came to an abrupt stop, and Fei Nan quickly shifted into reverse gear, and the car sped backwards, while his right hand poked out of the window and pulled the trigger again and again at the front of Ah Sheng's car!

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