After the waiting time for the gun passed, An Feng made a trip to the city.

When he found the gun shop, as soon as he entered, someone greeted him: "Hey, you're finally here, your gun has already been ready!" ”

"Thank you, Jerry! I've been a little busy lately, and I almost forgot! An Feng said.

"It's okay, we'll keep the items that no one picks up for a while, and then we'll call to notify you." Jerry explained with a smile.

Then he got to the point, the guns were actually assembled in the store, Jerry took out two guns, one long and one short, and put them on the counter to count.

"The engineering plastic stock, plus the rear anti-slip grip, the 870 with the red dot sight, and this is the .45 caliber 1911 you want. Check it out. ”

An Feng picked them up one by one and checked them.

Jerry saw that he couldn't put it down, and said with a smile, "Now go to the shooting range?" ”

"Good idea." An Feng couldn't wait for a long time, thinking that he could only buy 500 rounds of ammunition to take back to play, and it was gone before he could enjoy it, and in the shooting range, as long as you were willing to pay, you could finish the bullets in the gun shop, so he chose a few more weapons, bought bullets and tried them slowly later.

When you play this game, you have no concept of time, and you are unconsciously addicted. The learning ability of the machine brain is very strong, and it can be turned into instinct by repeating it a few times. He went back and forth to the gun shop twice, and it only took a few hours to go from rusty to proficient, and the speed of progress was astonishing to the staff.

After three hours of fierce fighting, An Feng, who was covered in the smell of gunpowder, retreated from the "battlefield", came out to see the clothes in the store, and also bought a few sets of camouflage uniforms, boots and other equipment.

There are hundreds or thousands of these things in China, but less than a hundred dollars abound here, and you don't have to worry about buying knockoffs. What makes him even more impressed is that "MADEINCHINA" is everywhere, no wonder this group of Americans made a fuss last time, saying that their military uniforms and national flags are made in China.

The guns were locked according to the rules, and the bullets and guns were packed in a carrying bag, and they were specially placed in the trunk to separate the people and guns. The trouble is a little more troublesome, but when the police stop you, if you see a gun in the middle of reach, the police will charge you or arrest you on the spot.

Leisurely driving on the straight road, playing music, blowing the wind, looking at the unchanged blue sky and white clouds, this comfortable life should also be enjoyed by the family. But how to explain the problem of money...... Do you still say that you won the American lottery? It's funny, it's better to say that the patent is sold for money!

Just thinking about how to explain the origin of the money, there was a sudden "whoosh" next to him, and a black Cadillac CTS passed from his left side, An Feng subconsciously glanced at his speed, 60 miles per hour, which translates to a speed of almost 100 kilometers per hour.

"Reincarnation!" An Feng seriously despised it, saying that in the eyes of the driver, there are only two types of people: rookies who drive slower than him, and ** who drives faster than him. It's good that I'm also a Ferrari, although the convertible is not strong in racing, but it's not something that anyone can bully.

With a "whoosh", another car passed by him, An Feng wondered, is it popular to overtake Ferrari at high speed today? He took a closer look, and the car in front of him was a black and white painted Victoria Crown, with red and blue flashes on his head, isn't this the standard for American police?

He immediately switched the Ferrari's comfort mode to sport mode, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the fiery horse in sport mode had a high-pitched and powerful voice. What is the faster than a sedan and a sports car? It's not a class at all, let alone a high-end sports car like Ferrari, which closes the distance to the car in front in a matter of seconds.

The police car was chasing the Cadillac and ordered to pull over.

An Feng kept his distance to enjoy the chase scene in front of him, but unfortunately the scene was not exciting enough, just one-on-one, not like the many-to-one in American blockbusters, as well as gunfights, explosions, helicopter dropping nail belts and other scenes.

The police car kept shouting, ordering the car in front to stop, and after several negotiations to no avail, the police car rushed forward and hit the other party's vehicle, but unfortunately the performance of the CTS was not bad, dodging and dodging, just not letting the police car overtake.

An Feng watched with relish, and suddenly, the police car crashed into the rear of the CTS, but somehow, it twisted at the critical moment, perhaps because of the brakes of the car in front, this stop, twisted, the police car lost control and rushed to the side of the road, hit the stone head-on, the front cover was crooked, and black smoke was rising.

An Feng hurriedly stepped on the brakes, the Ferrari stopped steadily on the side of the road, just unbuckled his seat belt and wanted to get out of the car, the door of the police car over there also opened, and he saw the embarrassed sheriff James moving his fat body out of the way, holding a pistol and a walkie-talkie in his hand, shouting a few words and running towards An Feng.

"You're fine, are you?" An Feng asked kindly, James opened his co-pilot's door and sat in, pointing ahead, panting angrily: "Chase, catch up with him!" ”

Now let you watch the excitement, requisitioned by the imperial army! An Feng put on his seat belt again and instructed James: "Don't forget the seat belt." ”

"It's okay, chase after it!" John was out of breath, and it was clear that he needed a workout.

"Sit tight!"

An Feng's voice fell, the big foot throttle, the Ferrari roared a few times, in the tire and the ground rubbed out a cloud of black smoke, the red horse rushed out, he held the steering wheel tightly, his fingers flicked the paddle shifters behind the steering wheel, the machine brain made him think quickly, react quickly, and perform no less than a professional driver.

James felt like he had been kicked hard, his whole body was pressed against the seat, and the strong push back feeling when the sports car accelerated made it even more difficult for him to breathe, he stared ahead with wide eyes, shivered and fastened his seat belt, and felt his body be immobilized, and his heart calmed down.

When the engine revs at more than 7,000 rpm, the fiery horse is truly activated, and the roar of the deep engine and the sound of the tail row work together, like a roaring plane speeding by at close range overhead. The sheriff sitting in the passenger seat felt like he was sitting on the back of a mad cow and regretted it a little.

It only took twenty seconds for the crazy Cadillac to be bitten, and An Feng glanced at the speedometer, which was already more than two hundred kilometers per hour.

James looked ahead with some trembling: "Be careful to drive!" ”

An Feng ignored him, continued to accelerate, and asked, "Stop him or?" ”

"Stop!" James said it in a ghostly way.

"Hopefully the insurance company is in a good mood these days." An Feng muttered, the car in front suddenly turned sharply at an intersection, and the swinging rear of the car hit a small car that was normally waiting for a green light. An Feng slowed down a little, but the roar of the engine was a sign that the fiery horse hadn't had enough of it.

"Slow down! Slow down! You're going to crash! James clutched the car door with one hand, rubbing his body back, he regretted it, he wanted to get out of the car!

An Feng lightly stepped on the brakes, downshifted, and slammed the steering wheel, the speed was still more than a hundred, but for Ferrari, which was exquisite in craftsmanship and excellent performance, it was just a piece of cake to pass through this corner, and he easily threw it over in a burst of friction sound, looking at the CTS close in front of him, James felt almost out of breath.

An Feng stepped on the accelerator and hit the steering wheel, and the Ferrari moved sideways on the road, ready to overtake.

When the other party saw that he wanted to overtake, he immediately squeezed over.

An Feng Yile, it turned out to be a rookie!

He won't overtake, catch up, a dozen steering wheels, the front of the Ferrari hit the left side of the opponent's tail, and then pushed, the car in front immediately lost control, swayed to the left side, the driver hurriedly wanted to hit the steering wheel, but unfortunately the speed was too fast, the result of this was: overturning.

This is a common stop-over technique used by American police: hit the rear of the target vehicle with the front of the car, and the target vehicle will suddenly change direction, and if the technique is not good, tragedies such as side-skiding or overturning will occur. Of course, there are also those who stubbornly turn around and continue to resist.

But now this one is clearly not.

An Feng stepped on the brakes, his eyes were fixed on the scene of the overturned car in the rearview mirror, the car roared again before it could stop, and the sports car turned 180 degrees in the lane and turned around to catch up.

Eventually stop in front of the overturned car.

"Hey, James! It's your turn! An Feng reminded the pale James.