Derek has to admit that when the tiny Mexican and the bald duo are in the same position, he is helpless against the other side, and even in the prime of his life at the Department of Homeland Security, there is no hope of winning against these two.

The strength of special forces is strong in cooperating operations, which can play a 1+1>2 effect.

Airplanes!

The car is moving forward at full speed, and Drake's body in the car is swaying from side to side, unlike normal people who try to reduce their speed to avoid damage to the car when they embark on a broken road that will scold their mother, no matter how difficult the distance is, the tyrant never reduces the speed of the car at all.

On a rainy night, the police car smashed into the whole of the drizzle in the bumps, as if it suddenly descended on the world, and it was about to tear apart like a beast.

The little Mexican heard the sound of the car getting closer and closer behind him, and when the car approached, the sound of the impact of the dirt slope and the splash of rain falling into a puddle clearly reached his ears, and the AK47 appeared again on a rainy night with his body turning.

Trained people do not accept fate like ordinary people in times of crisis, and the natural reaction of small Mexicans, trained and cultivated over many years, is to fight back, to use the experience accumulated by countless people to complete the reversal in the face of danger.

Raising the gun, the little Mexican believed in his hand immensely, and the second he raised his hand to the corresponding position had already begun to pull the trigger, and at such a close distance, he didn't even need to aim.

He didn't want to be arrested, let alone be confined by the police car in front of him, and at this time, the current situation forced him to make the same choice as the bald head.

......

Derek slammed on the brakes and slammed the steering wheel, facing the muzzle of the opponent's gun, his anger to the limit quickly calmed down, years of practical experience told him that when a person chooses to be irrational in a very dangerous situation, the result waiting for him can only be death.

The police car began to flick its tail violently on the Gobi, and the butt of the car was drawn in an arc from the rear, and countless potholes and unevenness on the way shook the whole car mat several times.

Derek didn't want to play tricks, all he wanted was a bulletproof door facing the muzzle of the gun, which was the best choice in dangerous situations, and of course, since you chose to reduce the pressure of the bullets, the corresponding must be to face the dangers of the Gobi terrain.

Da-da, da-da.

Bumper ......

Click!

The sound of shooting, bullets hitting the car door, and the sound of the car flicking its tail appeared almost at the same time, and the whole picture went from Heisenberg hanging a small Mexican who was about to exhaust him to death and directly transitioned to the two sides fighting, as if after the slow motion of the movie, the whole plot entered the climax at once, and the sudden feeling was full of shock.

It's just that!

AK47 fell silent after only four sounds, and for a second Drake and the small Mexican looked at each other at the same time, and the whole scene went from a rapid battle to a moment of stillness as if it had gone through a whole cycle.

At the same second, the moment the little Mexican threw down the AK47, his other hand was already reaching for his back.

If the little Mexican had a camera behind him, everyone would have seen the killing, both professional and amateur, and he reached behind his back to the position where the pistol was pinned to the waistband of his trousers, which must have been finalized after many exercises, otherwise it would not have been so convenient, and at the same time, his clothes were not covered with the pistol, but pinned with the pistol outside the clothes, so that the pistol would be pulled out without any hindrance.

Judging by the actions of the little Mexican, he was stronger than any of the priest's men, and much more professional and calm than everyone in the black gang, including Omar.

Airplanes!

At the moment when the little Mexican threw down the AK47, Derek immediately slammed the accelerator, and when the rear wheels of the car threw out the dirt created by the rainy night, the tyrant's hand speed was no slower than that of the small Mexican.

......

The rear wheels skidded in the mud several times in a row, and finally threw out all the dirt The moment it touched the Gobi land, the car suddenly jumped out.

Touch!

Gunshots rang out, cars burst out.

The two of them moved as precisely as they were filming, and when the bullet was ejected from the muzzle of the gunpowder, the car rushed out of the mud, and the bullet hit the front window and hit the gap between the front and rear doors of the car.

Bite.

The spark jumped up, and the front and rear doors and windows of the police car were cracked in different ways under such a strong impact.

This is not a stunning movie stunt, the moment the bullet hits the car, Drake's first reaction is to bow his head sharply when the sound comes, and he doesn't even have time to look at the road in front of the car window, and directly reaches out to touch his head.

It's a fate!

A desperate Mexican and a tyrant in a small town police station who has exploded in anger.

The car flew out, and when Drake, who looked up, found that he was not injured, he pressed the button with one hand to lower the window, and then took out a pistol and put it on his arm, and he quickly turned the steering wheel before he could even catch his breath.

Sou.

The police car turned around and began to circle along the Mexican's buttocks, and the Mexican, who didn't have time to think about it, squatted down, and then began to roll wildly along the mud under his feet.

Bump, bumper!

Drake fired, just as the car circled behind the Mexican, but he didn't expect this little man to be so nimble, let alone so experienced in close-range gunfights!

In fact, just now the other party only needs to look back at the car, and it will be dead, so close at such a distance, even if Derek shoots the car while the car is moving, he is 100% sure of hitting the opponent's torso, but ......

Ugh.

Drake stepped on the brakes, and the car rubbed sideways on the mud before slowly coming to a stop, and on the other side of the car, the mud on the ground was completely splattered by the two tires.

Touch.

Another gunshot rang out, and the sound of this gunshot disturbed the mind spread farther and farther in the Gobi.

The current situation has stabilized, and the duel between Derick and the small Mexicans is not who is stronger, and who has the right marksmanship will win, they are waiting for the other party to make a mistake!

From the perspective of a small Mexican, Drake has a police car with bulletproof front doors and body armor, which is the equivalent of hiding in a fortress. However, he is not without an advantage, that is, Drake's aiming can only rely on the movement adjustment of the car, otherwise the aiming line will never exceed the fan of the window spread, in other words, the opponent is not as flexible as him. So, the little Mexican's squatting and tumbling to dodge Drake's aiming fan was the best dodge he could make with the two men so close.

At the same time, when he was lying on the dirt floor for the last time, the little Mexican was lying on the ground with a gun in his hand and waiting for Drake to make a mistake.

That's when Drake thought he could stop and shoot steadily, and he just stepped on the brakes.

As he wished, Drake stepped on the brakes, and he watched the little Mexican roll on the ground, all he wanted was to stop and kill the other party, but he didn't expect that he didn't wait for the crosshair to focus, and the other party had already fired a shot.

In Derek's eyes, the muzzle of the gun on the ground of the small Mexican was aimed diagonally upward, no need to ask, the other party must have aimed at his head at a distance of less than ten meters, and a special soldier lying on the ground with a stable shooting environment aimed at the opponent's head, and it was impossible to escape this situation.

Lost.

Derek must admit that he is old!

He found that his combat ability was not only unable to fight against the two Mexicans who were 1+1>2, but also unable to win in an absolute advantage in a close-range shooting battle.

Honor?

Wrath?

Avenge?

Drake didn't have any of these things in his head, and there was only one thought in his head that was getting clearer and clearer...... Will it die?

Phew!

A crisp sound woke Drake up, and he gasped for breath and blinked his eyes twice, he wasn't dead, not only was he not dead, but there was no special feeling coming from his body.

The little Mexican was also surprised, but in an instant he realized his mistake, he aimed at Drake when the brake sound came, and the distance that the police car rubbed out of the mud after braking was not estimated, when the police car could not hold up on the mud for a moment but had gone out for a distance, this kind of accurate shooting aimed at the head was very prone to mistakes caused by the change of distance.

"Ah!!!h

Drake didn't know where the strength came from, the muscles of his whole body instantly tensed, and the whole person yelled frantically and pulled the trigger after passing the mortal situation.

Bump, bump, bump, bump!

Four shots fired in a row.

Unlike the small Mexican, who had to shoot him in the head to win, Drake aimed at the Mexican's back as he lay on the ground, regardless of his head and buttocks.

Luckily, Drake's accuracy was still there, and after the bullet came out of the chamber, each shot hit the small Mexican with a cloud of blood.

Poof, poof, poof, poof.

Four guns, four eyes.

Life and death are only between one face.

Ten meters is nothing to Drake, who was tempered by the military and the Homeland Security Agency, and the luck of coming back from the dead does not allow him to make any mistakes.

Touch......

After all four shots were hit, Drake emptied the magazine, and in the next replenishment process, Drake kept it as tight as possible, he didn't care at all if the little Mexican was dead, all he wanted was to use the bullet to make sure that the other party would not stage the scene of the dying blow of the actor in the TV series before he died.

"Whew...... Whew......"

Drake had used all his bullets before he could catch his breath, and for the first time he realized that his leg was actually numb in the battle.

"De, are you alright?"

The FBI and police cars in the rear caught up after the shots rang out, and Heisenberg was the first to get out of the car and rush to the police car driven by Drake.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

He opened the car door and stepped out of the car, and he actually began to touch his body around, even if any bullet had penetrated into his body in a high degree of tension, he didn't know.

"De, what's wrong with you, why did you rush up and play with this Mexican?" Heisenberg did not understand at all.

"Kerry, dead."

Derek reached out to hold the roof of the car and stood gasping for breath, Heisenberg held back all his words and stood there stunned.

The rain stopped, the Gobi was extremely humid, and the air was filled with fog, blocking the way home.