"Closer!" Wushuang looked at the jeep speeding not far away, and his eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty cold light.

"Hey, it's close!" The fritters soared Dacia's speed to the limit, and the scenery in front of him changed rapidly, and he was about to overtake the jeep, "Don't fight so hard, what if you get a headshot!" ”

"Less nonsense," Wushuang leaned out of the car and kept shooting at the jeep, the wind ruffled her long hair, and the bright red slender figure stood out against the backdrop of the silver-white Dacia, "The old lady is going to kill them!" ”

At this moment, Wushuang didn't know that it was Duan Mo and Drunken Dream sitting in that jeep, and Duan Mo didn't know that it was Wushuang and fritters from the QUN organization who were driving this mad dog-like Dacia.

Youtiao and Duan Mo were each driving wildly, while the two beauties, Drunken Dream and Wushuang, were shooting at each other wildly, and the sound of gunfire and engine roar shook the sky and the earth in the open field.

"I said, aren't we too arrogant to do this?" Duan Mo shouted at the top of his voice, the gunshots in his ears almost deafened him, "You can hear our gunshots from a thousand meters away!" And we've all run almost half the map! I guess most of the players know that we're going to fight again......"

"Less nonsense!" Drunken Meng's tone was the same as Wushuang's, and at this moment her anger also came up, and the flying bullet casings kept splashing around, smashing on the jeep shell, ping-pong.

Duan Mo wanted to say something, but before he could speak, a bullet hit his head with a "bang", and even if he had a third-level bulletproof helmet body, his blood volume dropped by a third.

"! Kill them! Duan Mo roared angrily, turned the steering wheel suddenly, and rushed directly towards Dacia.

When the fritters saw the jeep rushing towards like a rhinoceros, they secretly complained in their hearts - they were going to ambush others near the bridge, but they didn't expect to meet this jeep while driving - and it seems that the opposite side is also hot-tempered, and they can't even stop the car, and they fight directly.

If there was only one fritter, then he would definitely smear the soles of his feet with oil and immediately drive away, but now sitting in the co-pilot seat is the well-known war madness in the QUN organization!

The most cowardly fritters met the most rigid Wushuang, which is definitely a tragedy.

"Damn, they still dare to come close?!" Seeing the jeep rushing over, Wushuang was even more angry, "Speed up!" Kill them for me! ”

"Don't! Let's run! The fritters wailed.

"Shut up! Otherwise, I'll kill you first! "Musou has completely entered Super Saiyan mode, and he is full of only thinking about educating the people in the jeep.

The fritters were about to cry, but they had no choice but to turn around and hit the jeep head-to-head.

As a result, the two cars driving in parallel immediately turned into opposite rays, and the distance of fifty meters was too short for the speed of the two cars at 90 miles - just one second, the two cars were about to collide face to face!

"Damn, I'm fighting with you!" Duan Mo almost stepped on the accelerator, grinning and shaking his head, and even the feather arrows on his head shook up.

And Wushuang also turned into a vehicle-mounted heavy machine gun, responding with the sound of gunfire!

The two chariots are like heavy knights in the Middle Ages, with the momentum of a thousand pounds, ready to stab the opponent off the horse with the spear in their hands at the moment of staggering!

The fritters were already looking at the jeep that was getting closer and closer, his pupils contracted suddenly, and fear made him deflect the car slightly to one side in the last second!

So the two cars that should have collided head-on passed by, and the iron shell rubbed violently, rubbing sparks all the way!

And the two Valkyries, who leaned out of the co-pilot, poured their fiercest anger on each other at this moment, separated by two cars!

Two pairs of equally bright and equally cold eyes collided together at a relative speed of 180KM/h, in a fraction of a second!

Eyes full of murderous intent and anger intersected, like bullets colliding, making a sonorous sound like gold and stone.

Almost in a second, Zuimeng took the damage of dozens of bullets, and his blood volume was directly emptied, and he fell out of the car.

And Wushuang was not happy, her red figure was like a red luan with folded wings, and after exhausting all her anger, she fell to the ground unwillingly.

Seeing that Drunken Dream was shot down, Duan Mo suddenly drifted, turning the body one hundred and eighty degrees, and the tires scraped the turf like razors, and the dust was flying.

Then, he slammed on the accelerator again, rushed towards the drunken dream who fell to the ground, and then shook the car between the drunken dream and the Dacia that rushed out far away.

"Leave me alone, watch out for the enemy!" Drunken Dream fell to her knees, her Level 3 body armor being torn apart by bullets at the moment of the firefight.

"It's okay," Duan Mo immediately put his hand on Zui Meng's shoulder after getting out of the car, "Their teammates have also been knocked down, and they won't attack us for the time being." ”

Wushuang was about thirty meters away from Zuimeng and Duan Mo at the moment, and fell on the unobstructed plain, and the fritters didn't seem to rush back to rescue their teammates like Duan Mo.

Bastard...... Wushuang's health dropped a little, and she raised her head and looked at the jeep in the distance unwillingly—her two enemies were hiding behind it.

Wushuang fell to the ground and couldn't move at all, and the anger in his heart gradually extinguished, and he began to secretly regret it.

She originally thought that the enemies in this jeep were just two couriers, but she didn't expect that the enemy's marksmanship was not inferior to hers, and she ended up in this lose-lose situation. And most importantly, the woman's teammates are obviously much more reliable than her own teammates.

"...... If my teammates weren't fritters, you'd be corpses by now......" Wushuang looked at the jeep, feeling more and more aggrieved.

The world in front of her gradually lost its color, began to grow darker and darker, and the amount of blood passed little by little, like a countdown to death.

"Is that just dead? Hum...... But it's not a loss, anyway, the old lady has killed so many people......"

——

The fritters drove Dacia two hundred meters in one breath before slowing down.

He looked back in the direction of Wushuang, where there was a striking cross sign, reminding the fritters to go to the rescue.

The fritters had just brushed shoulders with death, and now they were still in shock and panting. His hands were spinning restlessly on the steering wheel, wondering whether to save Wushuang or not.

Obviously, it must be very dangerous to go back now, but if you leave Musou like this, the rest of your game will be very difficult......

Although Wushuang is impulsive and belligerent, his marksmanship is not bad, and in the previous few team-ups, it was Wushuang who brought the fritters into the finals, which allowed him to live until now.

However, it's too much to repay the favor, and your life is the most precious......

The fritters gritted their teeth, sighed again, and stepped on the accelerator.

——

"It's too impulsive, we don't actually need to fight this wave." Duan Mo was rescuing Drunken Dream while listening to the movements around him. "We have enough supplies, so we don't need to rob other players."

"Hmph, why didn't you say it just now......" Zuimeng turned his head, as if he was a little embarrassed that he had been knocked down.

"Hey, it's a bit of a head." Duan Mo didn't notice the subtle changes in the drunken dream, he smiled awkwardly, "If the other party dares to come back for a while, then let's withdraw." I think it's your life that is more important than those supplies. ”

"Don't worry, I won't be knocked down a second time, and next time I won't bother you to risk your life to save me." The more Drunken Dream spoke, the redder his face became.

"That's for the best." Duan Mo replied bluntly.

"......" drunk dream speechless.

The rescue time soon ended, and Drunken Dream regained his mobility. Duan Mo pulled her up and threw her a first-aid kit, "The car is about to be blown up, I'm afraid we'll have to walk for a while." ”

"What about the enemy?" Zuimeng asked, using a first-aid kit.

"Like...... His teammates didn't come back? Duan Mo peeked his head out from the back of the jeep, and could vaguely see a red figure lying on the ground not far away.

"Do you want to refill the gun?" Zuimeng also felt that he was a little reckless just now, so he asked carefully.

"Make it up, why don't you make it up, his teammates have given up on him anyway......" Duan Mo said, leaning over and planning to approach the red figure.

But as soon as Duan Mo took a few steps, there was the roar of the engine in the distance—the white Dacia sedan drove back again.