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He was in a hidden position, with reflective colored glass and hybrid flowers and plants in front of him, and Ah Yi lay among the flowers and plants, the muzzle of a swarthy sniper gun sticking out from the fresh grass stems, facing the fast-moving red line in the distance......

"Come on, baby, let me see you ......"

In the circular field of view of the monocular binoculars fixed to the guns with cross-crossed wires on the mark, the man with sunglasses deftly operated the car, and all the items within his reach were shattered by the guns that followed, and the smoke and dust were scattered.

But the man was clearly extremely skilled, even to the point of indescribably terrifying. Under his seat, the motorcycle, which is not particularly powerful, seems to have a soul and life in his hands, full of tension. Every turn, every drift, is so sharp or slow that from a condescending point of view, the man resembles a singer dancing on a cliff, with skillful and precise movements, but also thrilling, with the company of death.

"What an amazing guy, it's a shame ......"

Slightly adjusted the stretching arc of the gun body, all of this was just a futile struggle for a sniper like Ah Yi who wore through Yang in a hundred steps. He pursed his lips and raised his binoculars a little, and saw the red motorcycle drive through more than half a block, into the range of the staring tank.

Bullets and flames flew farther ahead, and the man on the motorcycle, short of himself, raced past the open space in front of the tank. Directly in front of him, a group of musketeers armed with high-pressure flamethrowers and heavy weapons changed the phalanx and blocked the exit. The weapons in their hands couldn't wait to spray, and the flames and furious metal tore through the cold wall air in the alley, covering the fifteen or sixteen-meter-long street with thick flames and heat.

The scarred face twitched coldly, and the man named Ah Yi seemed to smile and pull his vision back again, and the crosshair of the crosshair crossed the smoke of the flames, past the man who was driving, and landed steadily on the head of the man with the helmet and the man's body tightly behind him.

"Woman......" he murmured softly, his fingers subconsciously groping for the familiar lines on the trigger, and his hard and powerful index finger contracted little by little: "I found you......"

At the same time, the commander of the override tank in the tank, which resembles the king of land warfare, spun the wheel quickly, and finally completed the delicate aiming work, and within his sight, the red motorcycle pressed over a sloping stone, jumped high, and the bloated clothes bloomed into a small brown flower in the air......

Then the commander, whose eyes were as cold as an eagle, waved his arm fiercely at the moving red dot, and the launch control panel that integrated a variety of transistor circuits was heavily pressed down by a pair of rough and powerful palms.

Fire！！

Miss Fencil Najib, who was 'seeing the six paths', closed her eyes in pain as she saw the almost ambush around her, and she may not have been able to see more in her shaky vision, but the part of her sight alone was enough for her to be discouraged—the deadly attack, in an instant, bloomed like a flower!

Bang! Bumper Bumper!!

Whew~~ Bump!

At this moment, she heard the voice of the man driving in front of her, which was as solid as a reef, spread steadily and thickly in the wind coming from the pavement. The voice is not loud, only barely audible.

"Sit tight......" a voice said.

Before Fenciel could react to the meaning of the words, a huge jolt shook clearly from the seat under her butt in the next second. Then her gaze was suddenly raised, and the ground and the dust and gravel on it suddenly moved away, and Miss Najib tilted her head, feeling as if she was flying......

The heartbeat fluctuated violently, and one by one became extremely slow. The roar of the engine was a heavy wheezing, and thoughts and movements were moving away, shackled into a ball...... Time seemed to be slowed down at some point in her life, and Fenciel struggled to turn her perspective, the bullet slowly clearing the air around her, passing through the man's sideburns, the top of his head, his armpits, and some other untraceable place, leaving translucent spiral bullet marks......

In the blink of a second, Miss Fengel's mind was infinitely elongated, into some indescribable emotion. Between life and death, she was surprised to find that the flow of time was slowing down in an incomprehensible way, and every inch of everything in front of her was clearly textured and slowly and firmly presented into the woman's mind.

Then she saw that in the direction of the front, the barrel of the tank that had begun to breathe fire, the disemboweled shell stuck in the middle of the long barrel, was about to fly out. And the light and flames couldn't wait to bloom at the end of the steel barrel with a fiery red color and smoke like a substance......

At the same time, the red motorcycle flew up firmly in this slow time, and the perspective of the person sitting in the car was raised and raised a little bit......

Underneath its rubber tires was a sea of fire. Its blooming and burning details are like a huge solidified red ink, and every detail is solid, tightly filling the entire ten meters of the roadway.

And in the midst of the flames, bullets were fired and flew in mid-air. In the transparent passages that swept out, the fierce flames and the whistling sound of long tones cut at the hearts of men like sickles......

Diagonally upward, a large sniper bullet fired from a very long distance broke through the air layer, passed through most of the distance, froze in mid-air, and spun dripping, and the bullet was scarlet hot because of the high speed and violent friction!

The source of this sniper bullet was on the balcony of a complex high-rise building 500 meters away, which was covered with flowers and plants, and was extremely difficult for people to detect, but when you looked closely at it from a static perspective, you could see a faint black iron muzzle.

The sniper bullet ends in Miss Fincil Najib's round helmet, which is suffocating. Miss Fencier realizes in despair that she may have 0.5 more time before she is brutally killed by a bullet in the head.

At the thought of this, she began to frantically try to shake her head, but this movement was only in vain in the slow time, and it had little effect.

Sadness, despair, and an indescribably complex emotion roared in the back of her mind, and Miss Najib's fingers still subconsciously clasped the man, and for almost no time, Fenciel turned her mind to look at the wind-blown side of the man's face. I found that under the dust and gunsmoke, some of the blue men's faces were so silent and silent.

Her gaze continued to wander, and as Fenciel turned her attention to the man's elbow, she froze in vain—at some point, the slender bright silver chain that had been wrapped around the man's left arm was thrown to the ground and dragged for a long distance.

At the tip of the bright silver chain was a sharp triangular lock, designed and sharp, with a flat, slender shape reminiscent of a ferocious snake in the primeval forest.

And the venomous snake is always hidden and silent, and so is this long silver snake, which wriggles in unknown corners, and by the time Fenciel paid attention to it, the whole triangular head of the snake had bitten deeply into the root of the barrel of the tank, and the silver chain was fiercely wound around the barrel, tightened, five or six times.

Squeak~

The silver chain was almost straightened by the body of the motorcycle that flew up, and for a moment of near-stagnancy, the slender silver thread dragged straight at the half-loaded steel barrel that was blazing and disarmed.

And Griffith's right hand, which was originally driving the car, also left its rightful position at this time, it slowly and rhythmically stretched, the texture was clear, and it was full of charm and power like breathing towards his waist. Directly in front of his right hand, where Scott's jacket was blown away by the cold wind blowing off his jacket, a black pistol was quietly pinned to the man's waist, lying peacefully in the black belt......

It all came together, and in a matter of seconds, it was like a flood of water that hit Fincher's retina and nerves. The dizzying light and fire and the despair from the shop stuffed the woman to the brim, and there was no trace of life in sight. She used the last bit of time to look back at the man's cheek with affection and inexplicability, and the latter's gaze was still high, looking ahead, his hands clutching guns and chains respectively, his body standing upright, and the unoverpowered motorcycle looked like a handsome red horse leaping high.

Then, the braincase and mind suddenly swelled and heated, and all the time and things that the sight touched suddenly accelerated, and time thawed, and flowed back into reality. Then, in the next second, the rumbling sound also returned, exploding, and then the familiar thick smoke and scorching hot wind came to the face.

Almost instantly, or less, Fenciel felt a violent tremor as the silver chains finally dragged the barrel of the tank as the motorcycle's extreme driving finally dragged it on......

Woo-la-la-la-......

The huge inertia deflected the barrel by two angles, and then the cannon burst into the chamber, flying diagonally over the distance of five or six hundred meters above the heads of the two, and slammed into the compound building, which was the location of the sniper Ah Yi.

Because of the interaction of forces, when Griffith used the inertial force to forcibly drag the barrel of the tank and change its firing angle, the barrel of the tank also changed the trajectory of Griffith's two people. So much so that in an instant Fenciel felt an abrupt and tremendous turning inertia, as if it had made an arc, and flinged it like a piece of paper. Fortunately, her hands firmly hugged Griffith's waist, otherwise just this blink of an eye acceleration would be enough to throw him out dozens of meters......