Fifteen minutes later, an "urban camouflage chariot" that blends in with the barren style of the city appears in Watson's garage.

Watson's bright red Ferrari ENZO has been changed to military livery at this time, although the effect made by using baking paint naturally cannot be compared with the camouflage effect of tanks and armored vehicles, but it still looks presentable, not as eye-catching as before.

"Get in the car."

Lin Chi patted the shell of the car body, and the door slowly opened diagonally upward, like an eagle spreading its wings.

“……”

Looking at the red racing seats inside the body, Woods, who did not hesitate during the battle, was a little hesitant for a while:

The battle-hardened SOG leader, his eyes under the mask stared at the seat without blinking, and even though he hadn't sat down yet, he had a premonition of danger lingering in his mind.

"Commander, you ......" Woods took a step back and waved his hand reluctantly.

"Get in the car, it's an order." Lin Chi pointed to the red racing chair inside the Ferrari.

The interior of the Ferrari ENZO also uses a carbon fibre cockpit, which is stronger than the metal of a regular car, but much lighter.

Carbon fiber feels similar to plastic, but has steel-like toughness and strength. Although the body performance of this material is very strong, the price is not comparable to that of metal materials, and it can only be seen in supercars and racing cars.

Seeing Lin Chi's resolute attitude, Woods could only reluctantly sit in the passenger seat of the supercar and fasten his seat belt firmly. And Lin Chi also sat in the driver's seat and fixed his body on the seat with a seat belt.

After closing the car door, Lin Chi plugged in the key to ignite the start, and then pressed the red button in front of the middle of the cockpit with the text START written on it, and an excited smile appeared on the face with several wounds:

"Come on, let me show you how the old driver drives."

The carbon fibre body began to tremble in a very small way, and the 6.0-liter twelve-cylinder engine mounted at the rear of the body began to burst into a low, powerful roar.

"Can I get out of the car......"

As soon as Woods's words came out, Lin Chi had already stepped on the accelerator pedal. Unlike regular sports cars, this car only has two pedals, "acceleration" and "deceleration", and most of the rest of the work is done by the steering wheel and buttons on the center console.

"Wait ......"

Woods exclaimed, grabbed the bottom of the seat, and was "tied" to the furious chariot, rushing out of the garage with the body, and driving into the corpse-strewn street.

"Sports cars can't adapt to this kind of road conditions!" Woods exclaimed.

"This car must have been modified, otherwise Watson wouldn't have said he was going to run away with it." Lin Chi said with a smile.

He could tell that Watson, who is the vice president of the Kayaland electric car company, is obviously also an avid car enthusiast, and the Ferrari ENZO has obviously been modified, even in bad road conditions, it is still capable of fighting.

The chassis of this supercar is also made entirely of carbon fibre and aluminium sandwich panels to meet the requirements for stiffness, weight and safety. The racing-style suspension and high-speed damping system ensure its safety.

Burst!

The high-speed tires ran over a corpse, causing the body to tremble slightly, but it instantly regained stability. At this time, Lin Chi was about to accelerate to 100 kilometers per hour.

The previously clear images of the ruins on both sides of the road began to blur and turn into a dim shadow that hung over the view. Woods closed his eyes and muttered something, as if in silent prayer:

- Even on the most brutal battlefields, he can at least control his own destiny. But from the moment he fastened his seat belt, his life was completely in the hands of the commander. This feeling of uncontrollability is difficult for even Woods to get used to.

“GOGOGO！” Lin Chi waved his left hand, which was clenched into a fist.

"Commander, keep your hands on the steering wheel when you drive...... Woods said weakly.

The urban camouflage-painted Ferrari ENZO supercar has soared to 150 kilometers per hour in an instant, and looking at the wreckage of several tanks speeding by on both sides of the road, Woods seems to have a picture of himself and the body shattered together......

But at this time, Lin Chi, who was driving, had already entered the "limit state" of complete concentration, driving the violent "wild horse" under him, passing through the road in extremely poor condition.

With so many obstacles on the street, he was only able to move at 150 km/h, which was not half of the car's maximum speed. But even so, for the two people in the car, it was enough "exciting".

The whistling wind kept stimulating the eardrums of the two, and the ruins on the side of the road retreated like a fly, turning into a vague "background board". Just when Woods, who had just opened his eyes, was about to pray, he saw a gray "square" suddenly appear at the intersection three hundred meters ahead.

With his powerful dynamic vision, Woods instantly recognized what it was and shouted, "BTR!" ”

"I see it."

As soon as Lin Chi's words fell, the Ferrari had already rushed past the front of the infantry fighting vehicle, bringing up a cloud of dust, leaving only the bewildered mercenary patrol behind and the BTR-80 infantry fighting vehicle that stopped suddenly.

"He's going to shoot!" Woods shouted.

"I know, I know."

While calming the soldiers under his command, Lin Chi manipulated the Ferrari ENZO to make a ninety-degree turn and drive into the street next to him in a perfect arc.

A few shells blasted through the houses on the side of the road, but unfortunately the speed of the battery could not keep up with the speed of the supercar's escape. Lin Chi slammed the accelerator down, and threw the infantry fighting vehicle away in ten seconds.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a new enemy appeared on the street ahead-

"Tank!" Woods yelled.

An earthy yellow M1A2 tank appeared at the far end of the street, the turret pointed directly in front of the body, as if it did not react for a moment, and the gunner inside the tank did not immediately fire. After all, no one could have imagined that such a ghost place would suddenly kill a sports car......

Rumble!

At the moment when the tank opened fire, the Ferrari had already grazed the body of the tank, and disappeared into a gray light and shadow behind the street. By the way, he also knocked into an infantryman next to him, and suddenly left a large blood mark on the window glass.

"Hoo ......"

Lin Chi activated the windshield wipers and wiped the blood stains on the front window. At this time, Woods, who was still sitting in the car, was about to collapse, and whispered, "I want to get out of the car......"

"Wait, we're not there yet." Lin Chi said and opened the map and looked at it.

The nearest strategic location, just a kilometer away, is about to arrive.

It is precisely because of this supercar that Lin Chi, who originally wanted to "play single-player" nearby to save hostages, changed his strategy and instead prepared to kill those players with higher points who were occupying strategic locations.

The supercar, which had escaped from the tank, turned a corner, crashed into the guardrail at the entrance of the underground parking lot on the side of the road, and rushed into the pitch-black parking lot.

Woods opened the window and shot the three hapless kids with a pistol, then untied the safety belt and got out of the car, stumbling and nearly falling.

"Are you alright?" Lin Chi got out of the car and moved his legs, which were a little numb.

As a driver, he has been in a state of extreme concentration, and naturally there will be no motion sickness or anything like that. But Woods, who has experienced a "death ride" in the passenger seat, is not necessarily......

"Next time...... Let me walk. Woods took off his metal mask to reveal his unshaven face, and covered his mouth with his hands as if he was about to vomit.

"Need I get you a bag?" Lin Chi teased.

"I didn't ...... What's up. Woods' complexion, though a little purple, managed to suppress the urge to vomit, put on his black metal mask again, armed with an MP5K submachine gun, and looked back at the entrance to the parking lot.

Although the enemy on the street did not catch up, it was not yet time to relax. The nearby mercenaries should have also sensed the commotion and were probably on their way to the parking lot.

"Commander, the battle is about to begin." Woods sighed.

"I know." Lin Chi nodded.

Since he had chosen the means of rapid movement, he had of course already considered the possible risks in advance. And—being targeted by mercenaries—was also within his calculations.

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded at the entrance of the parking lot, and Lin Chi raised the ACR "Big Viper", and a precise point shot hit the head of the mercenary who had just run in. Then he waved at Woods: "It's time for us to withdraw." ”

Even if you leave this sports car here, the Ferrari ENZO will not start at all with the key removed. Even if those mercenaries destroyed this car, it would not be a big deal for Lin Chi: this supercar, which could not be taken out of the map, was originally just a consumable in his opinion.

"Follow me."

Lin Chi said as he ran towards the other exit at the back of the parking lot, and Woods followed closely behind him, turning around and firing a few shots from time to time, hindering the mercenaries from entering the parking lot.

"There don't seem to be many people, do you want to kill them all......" Woods looked at the figures behind the parking lot.

"There's no need, I'm going to lure them to the place occupied by the other commanders." Lin Chi continued to run forward as he spoke, and a bullet hit the ceramic insert of the body armor behind him, causing his body to tremble violently.

- There are only two people on his side, and it is undoubtedly an act of death to launch a strong attack on a strategic location. Infiltrating is a viable option, but it's a bit more difficult.

If you can attract nearby mercenaries to that place, it is undoubtedly best to "sit on the mountain and watch the tiger fight" by yourself. Thinking of this, Lin Chi also sped up again and rushed to the exit at the back of the parking lot.

The strategic location five hundred meters away is currently being occupied by a player known as the "Big Old Man", and there are less than twenty minutes left to complete the three-hour occupation. And the big old man's current points are exactly four points, once this person completes the occupation, his points will immediately reach six points, and it is not far from the winning condition of eight points.

For this kind of player who is already very close to victory, Lin Chi's attitude is also very clear, just three words:

- Kill him.

The map shows the strategic location of the cross icon, the place occupied by the big old man, and the name of the place is "Burger King". I don't know why this kind of ghost place can also be judged as a strategic location, but I don't have time to focus on other issues now.

Lin Chi and Woods slammed out of the parking lot, into the sunlit street, through the alley directly in front of them, and rushed towards the Burger King restaurant, which was less than three hundred meters away.

At this time, behind the large ruins, the "BURGER-KING" billboard on the top of an exceptionally complete house has clearly appeared in the sight of the two. And the mercenaries, who were chasing after them, also began to fire from behind, firing a series of bullets at Lin Chi and Woods, who were "holding their heads and running away".

At the same time, on the first floor of the Burger King restaurant, there is still a scene of "joy".

An Asian man in an earthy desert camouflage uniform reclined on a plastic chair, his legs resting on a dusty table, his eyebrows bent and his eyes closed, his face smeared with camouflage oil paint, and a somewhat melancholy expression.

It is not surprising that he is so depressed because he is a "big old man": in last night's bloody battle, all the special forces under his command have died, and one of his followers has been hung up. Due to the total annihilation of the troops under his command, one point was also deducted.

- If there was even one person left in that unit, he wouldn't be so depressed. Now that his occupation is about to be completed, if that point is not deducted, he will accumulate seven points after completing the occupation, and as long as he saves a hostage or something, he can win the game!

"Alas......"

The young man named "Big Old Man" let out a long sigh, opened his blank eyes, and looked out the window where the gunshots were heard.

There is an enemy firing nearby, and the sound should be approaching the location of the restaurant. In this way, it should not be possible to successfully complete the occupation operation by itself......

"Don't always sigh, young man." An old male voice rang out from the back of the restaurant.

Walking towards the big old man was a real old man, his hair and beard had long turned white, and his face was full of wrinkles left by the years, but his eyes were still bright, and his body was quite tough.

The soldier was dressed in a dark gray Soviet uniform, which was out of place for the mercenaries, looking like a veteran from the last century, and the weapon in his hand was also a World War II-era Bobosha submachine gun, which was obviously very old.

"There's an enemy coming, old man." The big old man sighed.

"I'll kill them." The old man clenched the handle of the gun in his hand.