One Hundred and Forty-Nine Heavy Firepower Vehicles (2)
I couldn't have looked at the front and back at the same time and shouted to Nicol, "Shut up and look behind me!" β
Nicol said, "I'm watching! Launched, to the left! β
I hurriedly applied the brakes and hit the steering wheel to the left, and the rockets flew off the road with tail flames and exploded on the shoulders of the road, although they did not blow us up, but they slowed us down, and the cars behind us caught up a lot at once. Nicol took advantage of my turn to the right and swept backwards again, but it couldn't stop them from pursuing, and I glanced at the rearview camera to see that the man on the roof of the car behind me had pulled out a bazooka and aimed at us.
Is there any end to it? It's a rhythm that needs to be killed. I lost the last bit of patience, and my fingers pressed a button on the far left, and a red light flashed twice. As Malone told me, it was the signal for the bazooka launch tube to open.
I took control of the steering wheel and tried to point the crosshairs on the screen at the car in front of me, but it didn't seem realistic. It was too demanding to look at the road ahead and aim at the screen at the same time, and that's when I really understood why a gunship needed a dedicated weapon operator.
The man in the back fired the rocket first, and this time I didn't fully dodge it, and the rocket exploded in front of the Humvee's right and almost made me almost run off the road. Taking advantage of this opportunity, the distance between the five or six cars behind and the Hummer was reduced to less than 100 meters. I looked ahead and could already see the vehicles that had been cleared earlier, and they had spotted the danger behind them and had accelerated desperately regardless of the speed limit, and they would definitely be overtaken by the pursuers before I could use them as cover. Now it's okay to delay the pursuers, and I stopped aiming carefully, and just pressed the launch button.
Without feeling at all, two M72 rockets were launched. Nicol shouted "Fack", and I immediately felt bad. At the time of launch, the road ahead was uneven, the car jolted, and the two rockets did not know where to go. It seems that this kind of back-firing rocket is unreliable, and now I can only hope to scare them so that they dare not catch up. But when I glanced in the rearview mirror, I saw that the pursuers were getting closer.
Nicol fired another shot with his submachine gun, but the barrage of bullets from behind immediately pushed her back. She leaned on the back of her seat and shouted, "James, think of a way!" β
I gritted my teeth and released the throttle for a big drift and turned the front of the car. As soon as the front of the car was diagonally facing the rear, the bullets of the pursuers flew in through the front window, striking the inner wall of the carriage with a loud sound. Fortunately, the car was lined with Kevlar armor and not steel plates, so we didn't let the ricochet kill us.
I almost cowered between the steering wheel and the seat to turn on the front-view camera for aiming, and I could see from the screen that the car in front had rushed to the point where I was less than fifty meters into the game, and now it was braking hard!
If these chasing people didn't care about hitting my Humvee directly, they would definitely be knocked off the road and have no chance to make a U-turn, but in that case, the people in the Humvee car that hit me would not be able to stand it. It seems that these people have not yet made up their minds to express their regret before their God.
I pressed the fire button of the Gatling gun, and the electric current manipulated the compressed air bottle to release the compressed air to open the bolt and load the bullet. In less than a second, the 12.7mm bullet fired from the barrel broke through the thin shield in front of the muzzle and flew out.
One of the cars closest to me went headlong off the road. I controlled the bullet-ridden steering wheel with one hand and swept the front of the car across the road, and with the other hand pressed the launch button tightly, only to see a dragon flying in front of the front of the car, while the car catching up was flying in debris.
The 200 rounds were empty in an instant, and when the gunfire stopped abruptly, I jumped out of the car in neutral and drew my pistol, ready to rush over and finish off the rest. I had just jumped out of the car door when the fuel tanks of two cars exploded, and two mushroom clouds rose on the flat ground on the road. I had to turn around the shoulder of the road and see a man in a car behind me crawling out of the car screaming with a broken arm, and the other people in the car were smashed to pieces.
I pointed a gun at the man with the broken arm as I approached the car to see that the two people in the front row were no longer the same, and then pointed the gun at him and asked, "Who are you?" Why are you chasing us? β
The man was stubborn, and just glared at me with hatred. I don't think even if he says the truth, but he has seen me, and I can't keep him when he hears my accent. So I shot him and killed him, and then searched him. This guy had an FBI ID on him, so I stuffed it in my pocket and might be able to use it later.
Now there are no cars in front of us or behind, only cars in the opposite lane whizzing past at the fastest speed. Nicol looked at me and looked to both sides and immediately understood that I was looking for a car, and she immediately said, "Let's drive the Hummer and get off the highway first!" β
We had to run back to the Humvee, get Ivanse, who was hesitating to get out of the car, and drive out of the place that had been turned into a slaughterhouse. The first thing Nicol did when he got into the car was to take out a small mirror to study whether the injuries on his face were broken. Although I didn't have to look at my face to know that the steering wheel fragments that had been shattered by the bullet were terrible, I asked Ivan first: "How are you?" β
Ivan replied weakly: "I think I'm dying." Nicol dropped her mirror and looked back, "No problem, it's just a bullet that has cut a deep groove in his back, and as long as the bleeding stops, he won't die." We need to find a place to get some bandages and then a car. Our car is too conspicuous right now. β
Needless to say? After driving more than ten kilometers, I saw a motel at a fork in the road, so we went straight in. At gunpoint, the boss obediently took out the first-aid medicine, we dealt with Ivan briefly, and then took the boss's pickup truck down the highway and burned the Humvee. While getting around Zouaro, we stole another car and drove onto the coast road and continued south.
It was already dark, and the coastal road, which was crowded with sightseeing vehicles, seemed empty, and most of the vehicles were running in trucks. We didn't dare to stop to rest, we just wanted to get back to Lavona as soon as possible and use the dense population to cover our whereabouts.
Nicol and I had been driving for half a day, and we were a little tired after a crazy moment in Zuaro. In order to refresh me and to distract Ivan, who had been humming in pain, I kept chatting with him.
ββ¦β¦ Ivan, I think the people who are chasing you have put too much effort into you. There are people looking for you on Highway 101, and there must be quite a few people on other roads looking for you. Sending so many people at once is a big deal, how powerful are these people? β
Ivan said: "So we have to hide as soon as possible. Those people knew that they would be going to mobilize more men from nearby after they missed on Highway 101. β
I don't think it's easy to say: "Highway 101 is making such a big fuss, unless they are really not afraid to show their feet at all, I don't think they will dare to send so many people again." Look, we're going to Santa Barara. When we arrived in Santa Barara, even if we entered Lavona, it was easier to hide. β
Nicol joined in: "I don't know what you stole from those politicians. But the pursuit of you will definitely not see the light of day, so many people have died at once, they must temporarily restrain themselves. Now my biggest fear is that we will encounter the police. β
Ivan lifted the USB flash drive around his neck and shook it: "The evidence of those guys' crimes is here, you may not believe it, someone wants to establish a private army to carry out a coup d'Γ©tat." β
Fack! You stole such confidential information from others, how can you rest assured that they won't kill you? As he spoke, I suddenly felt a creepy sense of crisis approaching.