Wen Ying's blood-colored motorcycle lights swept across the stadium under the bridge. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Ding Yi hugged his injured arm and ran out of the back street alley.

"It's okay, what's wrong with your hand!" Wen Ying found Ding Yi and stopped the locomotive.

"I can hold on, let's go! Drive! Ding Yi picked up his helmet and rode into the car with Wen Ying. He knew that Enron's men were still searching for him nearby.

"Sit tight!" Wen Ying's riding skills were illegal, and Ding Yi was a little afraid when he hugged Wen Ying's soft thin waist and lower abdomen. "Where did you get your driver's license! I haven't learned that you have to look at traffic lights to get through! Wen Ying crossed the intersection of traffic in a straight line and plunged through the crack of the car, completely ignoring the high-speed car that almost overturned her.

"I haven't learned this, where are you putting your hands" Wen Ying took down the hand that was touching her chest, grabbed the handlebars with both hands, and rode all the way along the middle line of the road, through the narrow gap in the queue of vehicles waiting for the red light.

"Can you stop being so dangerous! I just escaped from the security system of the building! Ding Yi said next to her gentle body, and if his leg bent slightly, it would hit the mirror.

"The danger is behind you!" Wen Ying glanced at the rear view, and as soon as Ding turned around, sure enough, just after crossing the intersection, a McLaren sports car with a low center of gravity and a low engine roar suddenly appeared, flew close to the ground, and followed very quickly.

"Who is he!?" The McLaren sports car clings to the tail of the homegrown motorcycle, just a stone's throw away from Ding Yi's butt. The light was so strong that he couldn't open his eyes.

"Enron!"

Soon, Enron chased up from the side door with a foot on the accelerator. He opened the car window and met Ding Yi again. An Ran defiantly made a pistol gesture to his head, and then closed the window again. Although Enron didn't understand, he had obviously found Ding Yi in the surveillance just now, but suddenly disappeared again; Even the Xizi network, which is spread throughout the city, has suffered unexplained failures. However, his judgment was correct, and following the red rampage locomotive, he found Ding Yi again.

"Fast into the path, into the alley! Otherwise, you won't be able to get rid of him! Ding Yi looked through the window and saw An Ran strolling leisurely, knowing that he had handed over the car to the autopilot system in rapid mode. And Enron himself slowly assembled the electricity and shot the gun.

"Don't be verbose! Of course I do! Wen Ying glanced at the distance in the rearview mirror, and then suddenly switched gears, avoiding being knocked down by the sideways sweeping McLaren.

"! I thought I was going to die! Ding Yi was stupefied by Wen Ying's sudden acceleration and reckless riding skills. Wen Ying still bowed down calmly, and her eyes locked on a step two hundred meters in front of her.

"Hold on!" She reminded Ding Yi to lower her center of gravity.

"You! What do you want! ”

In the dark blue sports car, Enron has left the driver's seat and handed over the sports car to the high-speed chase mode of the automatic driving computer. After the blaster was assembled, he opened the window, and the next thing to do was to shoot Ding Yi down in front of him!

"Orbit Deviation Warning! Orbit Departure Warning! "In chase mode, the computer has predetermined the direction change judgment made by the chasing target.

"Steady, steady!" Enron commanded the lane through the human-machine system, and he raised the electric and shot the gun.

"The target has 5.2 seconds left to change direction, and it is about to deviate from the preset trajectory, 4 seconds, 3 seconds...."

"The time is just right, and the temperature is pleasant." He smiled with satisfaction, opened the window, and held out the muzzle of the gun. Enron had already used the computing chip of biohacking to simulate the shooting and ballistic trajectory of more than 50 directions and angles, and in the 1.325 seconds before Wen Ying drove the locomotive to drift and turn, Enron could shoot an electric shock bullet, with an accurate angle without error, and with a 99.83% probability, the bullet hit Ding Yi's back. The powerful band current will instantly stun Ding Yi, and after losing its center of gravity, the locomotive rolls over and eventually crashes into the wall along the street.

"Grass! ..... "When Enron actually carried out the plan, 0.37 seconds before he pulled the trigger, he suddenly felt the McLaren sports car suddenly shake out of control! made him lose his balance as well; Time stood still, and the accident completely disrupted the outcome of his perfect simulation.

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Three minutes ago, Wen Ying drove into the Garden Avenue on a bright red motorcycle. On the rooftop of the fifteenth floor of the Chengxi Hotel on the side of the avenue, Jiang Yao had already placed her sniper gun, waiting for her target. Jiang Yao took out a special bullet from the suitcase of assembling the gun and loaded it into the large gun magazine. EMP micropulse impact bomb is a kind of bullet that does not cause much harm to the human body, and only has great impact damage to electronic components. No one knows exactly what her mission is. When the speeding McLaren sports car roared into Garden Lane, Jiang Yao immediately skillfully loaded the bullet and switched to night goggle mode and intelligent tracking assisted shooting.

Just before An Ran pulled the trigger, Jiang Yao fired a sniper pulse bullet from the tall building behind him, and with the assistance of intelligence, the bullet passed through the night sky and obstacles, and successfully hit the raised tail wing of the McLaren sports car. In an instant, the computer and self-driving system of the whole car were all destroyed by the electromagnetic pulse! The sports car, which had lost control, immediately veered off course and crashed into a stone pier on the side of the road. Enron was affected by this sudden out-of-control sports car, and lost his goal; His bullet didn't hit the lamppost behind Ding Yi at all, as he had planned, and a burst of lightning burst out of the air. Wen Ying took Ding Yi, lowered the locomotive sideways, smoothly leaped over the steps, rushed into the back streets and alleys, and escaped from An Ran's pursuit.

An Ran, who had suffered a severe impact, broke free from the car and walked to the side of the road in a groggy state. He could only watch as Ding Yi and Wen Ying flew over the steps and drove into the back streets and alleys to escape smoothly. The crashed blue sports car was in a mist and the body was completely torn apart. Disturbed by the remnants of the pulse attack, the electronic projection screen became dimly flickering.

"Who is it .... What's going on?! ....." An Ran asked, holding his hand to a tissue, covering the bleeding wound on his forehead.

"Trace analysis .... Trace Alignment..... Ballistics, ballistics simulation and... Still... Restore... Zizi...."Due to the interference of the residual pulses, the Xizi network was affected and could not work normally, only to reply to an intermittent noisy electronic voice.

"Sorry, I forgot you are also an electronic component structure." An Ran gasped as he walked across the street. Roughly Enron also guessed that in the impulse range area, any electronic device would be shocked and unusable, and its interference effect was very obvious and effective. An Ron quickly walked out of the interference area and re-established invisible communication with Xizi Network.

"Ballistic simulation, scene restoration..... The vehicle was attacked from latitude 28.016, longitude 123.65, and altitude 26.54. EMP pulse bullet, vehicle damage 87.3%..... Restoring, sent to admin. An Ran looked up and saw the virtual ballistic visible trajectory sent to him by Xizi Network in the night sky. The end point of the ray is on the roof of the restaurant.

"Who did it? Who is it? ”

"Retrieving playback monitoring... Under analysis; Residue Analysis, Bullet Source, Underground Black Market, 112 Wangri Street,..... Manufacturer, L3 Communications & Allied Technologies; Use of characters, unknown .... Back to the source......"

The McLaren sports car, which had a faulty electrical circuit, sparked electricity and soon ignited the leather seats, igniting the carbon fibre body with high temperatures, causing a raging fire that raged through the streets.

Anran wiped the blood from his forehead and left quietly. All the vehicles at the intersection stopped to make way for him. The traffic signal followed his footsteps. The street lights behind him went out one by one.......