Hearing Yan Murong's words, Teng Xiangling was stunned.

She was already accustomed to Yan Murong's intuition, and he said that if someone is coming, then someone is coming.

Looking up at the back along the rearview mirror, Teng Xiangling asked with a frown. "You're talking about the car in the back?"

"Who else but it." Yan Murong laughed. "From the moment we got on the highway, the car was following behind."

"Who is it?" Teng Xiangling asked, she knew that Yan Murong would not be untargeted. But listening to the tone of his voice, you can know that the people who came did not come to see them off, and the people who came to see them off on the road were almost the same.

"I don't know." Yan Murong shrugged his shoulders and said. "It's not a friend anyway - come, change places, I'll drive."

After speaking, without waiting for Teng Xiangling to say anything more, Yan Murong unfastened her seat belt, and then grabbed the steering wheel from the co-pilot's position, and Teng Xiangling also got up slowly, and after keeping the car moving smoothly, his body lifted up slightly, and carefully moved away from Yan Murong.

The time for this series of movements is not much, only more than 20 seconds, but when Teng Xiangling sat in the co-pilot's seat, his forehead was already drenched in sweat.

Obviously, this kind of thing that can only be seen from the movie, she has done it for the first time, in case of a mistake, it is a car with two lives.

Yan Murong looked in the rearview mirror again, and the foot that stepped on the accelerator was also slightly forced, the Porsche's engine let out a low roar, and the speed of the car began to increase, and in the blink of an eye, the pointer on the dashboard pointed to the position of one hundred and fifteen.

Sure enough, as soon as Yan Murong accelerated, the car more than thirty meters behind him also suddenly accelerated, but he kept a certain distance and had no intention of overtaking at all.

Suddenly, Yan Murong's brows furrowed, and the steering wheel slammed to the side.

"Chirp-click!"

The rearview mirror on Yan Murong's side suddenly shattered.

"Damn, it's really enthusiastic enough, and I use a gun." Yan Murong looked at Teng Xiangling and said. "Lower your body, the other party has a gun."

After speaking, the right foot exerted force again, and the speed of the car increased again, and the car behind obviously realized that Yan Murong was going to run, so he no longer followed, but suddenly accelerated and began to close the distance between the two cars.

"Chirp-"

The speed of the car was fast, and it was windy outside, but Yan Murong could still hear the sound of the gun with a silencer. The force under his feet again, the speed of the car increased again, and he kept hitting the steering wheel left and right to avoid the bullets of the other party, and the whole car looked as if it had drunk too much and drew a snake shape on the road.

Now, the car behind is less than five meters away from Yan Murong's car, Yan Murong can only see from the rearview mirror in the car that it is a Land Rover, and the sunroof of the Land Rover has been opened, and a person's shadow can be faintly seen on it.

"Sit down, don't touch your head." Yan Murong turned his head to look at Teng Xiangling and smiled as he opened. completely forgot that he had just said that he would let Teng Xiangling see the road.

"-" Teng Xiangling was speechless, this man, can he still laugh at this time? Thinking about it, she still followed Yan Murong's words and grabbed the handle next to the car door.

"Squeak-" Yan Murong suddenly stepped on the brakes, and there was a screeching sound of friction between the tires and the ground, and the speed of the Porsche suddenly decreased.

The Land Rover in the back obviously didn't expect Yan Murong to do such a lifeless thing.

You know, the current speed of the car has exceeded the speed of one hundred and eighteen, and the distance between the car behind him is only five or six meters, so strong braking, even if the car behind is also braking, the braking distance is not enough, and the rear-end collision is certain.

But on the contrary, the driver of the Land Rover seemed to have known that Yan Murong would be like this, and at the same time as Yan Murong braked, the Land Rover also braked, and then the body deviated, and from the left side of Yan Murong, he almost brushed the body of the Porsche.

"Boom!"

Yan Murong immediately stepped on the accelerator, the engine let out a low roar, and the car sped up again. It didn't take long to catch up with that Land Rover.

The position was changed, and without the dazzling headlights, Yan Murong saw that half of the body of a foreigner was still exposed on the sunroof of the Land Rover, and he was still holding a pistol with a silencer in his hand, which was already aimed at him.

"Boom!"

Yan Murong accelerated again - this time, he was not overtaking, but in the surprised eyes of the foreign man, the front of the Porsche crashed directly into the butt of the Land Rover.

"Bang! Click! ”

Yan Murong's head tilted, and a bullet penetrated the windshield in front of the car and hit Yan Murong's seat, and at this time, the front of the Porsche also hit the butt of the Land Rover, although the Land Rover's body was heavy, it collided at this speed, and the car swayed from side to side.

Yan Murong mastered the strength very well, it was only a slight collision, and it did not destroy the car.

"Sit down, it's time to turn." Glancing at the roadside signs, Yan Murong's car suddenly slowed down, and then slammed the steering wheel, and after the tires of the car made a violent friction sound again, Yan Murong drove the car out of the highway along a fork in the road.

Inside the Land Rover, two golden-haired foreign men were also stunned when they found that the Porsche suddenly turned, and then, the Land Rover braked suddenly, and he didn't care about the regulations that the highway could not turn around, the car turned around directly on the spot, and then accelerated again, and chased along the intersection where Yan Murong turned.

"Why haven't No. 3 and No. 4 come yet?" The man who fired the shot asked, looking at the man who was driving.

"I don't know, maybe I haven't arrived yet." The man driving said in a deep voice. "With the two of us, it's enough, the prince gave an order, and the people in the car must be killed."

"Be careful, don't be ambushed, the opponent is very strong." Said the man who fired the shot. "My first failure was with him."

The man driving did not answer, but slowed down.

The road, which seemed to lead to some village next to the highway, was unrepaired and extremely bumpy, and both sides of the road were covered with all kinds of crops, and when you opened the car window, you could hear one or two crickets or frogs chirping from time to time in the field. The road is very dark, only in the distance, you can still see one or two houses with lights on, but the distance is also very far.

It's a good place to kill people and bury corpses.

"Hey, hey—they can't run, there." The man who fired the shot suddenly laughed, pointing to the Porsche, which had been parked next to a cornfield.