The game between the top Assassins is extremely dangerous, especially the Cross and Firefox, who have the ability to time bullets and deliver a fatal blow from any strange angle at any time.

Both of them know this, Firefox is the one being pursued, and it is very passive if they can't shake off the cross, and it is difficult to fight back. Although the cross does not need to drive himself, his son is in the hands of the other party, and it is inevitable that there will be some rat throwers.

Seeing the box truck in the rearview mirror getting closer and closer, the fire fox turned his heart and slammed the steering wheel in his hand, and the Dodge-Viper rushed directly from the fast lane into the reverse lane, driving in the opposite direction.

Firefox constantly shifts the steering wheel to dodge and dodge the cars coming from the front, which scares Wesley, and the strong lights make him dizzy, and his ears are full of screeching horns, and he feels the excitement of the first half of his life like never before.

The speed of life and death, the slightest carelessness is the destruction of the car and the death of people.

On the other side, the box truck followed closely behind, constantly staging coquettish moves on the wrong road, perfectly avoiding speeding cars. Russell shook his body to the energetic music, and shouted the beat in his mouth, the superb driving skills of the BABY car god made him feel at ease, holding the steering wheel, there was a feeling of omnipotence, as if he owned the whole world.

Realizing that Russell was a superdriver, he immediately raised his gun and fired at the supercar, and soon he hit the rear tire, slowing the supercar's speed.

“Oh，my God！ He's catching up, we're going to be done! Wesley screamed as if he was being beaten from behind while picking up soap, surrounded by a dozen strong black men.

"Quiet!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of the fire fox, she has never been a passive woman, she likes to ride...... Ahem, she likes to take the initiative. Under Wesley's bewildered gaze, she smashed the front windshield with a gun, handed the steering wheel to Wesley, and then rolled over and climbed out.

With two guns in hand, Firefox hooked the steering wheel with one foot and the window frame with the other, and lay his back on the hood, so he launched a counterattack against the box truck behind him.

Firefox's favorite gun is a modified Browning M1911 with an orchid tattoo, a lion totem, an ivory grip, a muzzle mechanism, and an extended magazine. THE 11.5MM CALIBER BULLET IS SO POWERFUL THAT IT EVEN SURPASSES MOST SUBMACHINE GUNS, AND IT CAN BE FATAL IF IT MISSES THE VITAL POINT.

Firefox's M1911, which is both violent and beautiful, is one of the most perfect works of pistols.

She held a submachine gun in her other hand, and the two guns fired in succession, and the fire instantly suppressed the cross.

Looking at the two long, strong and tight legs in front of him, Wesley forgot to scream, he was not fascinated, but accidentally bleeded two nosebleeds.

"Tsk, it turned out to be a big beauty! Your son is not shallow, and as far as the big beauty's current posture is concerned, the two thighs just clamp his head. Russell cats with their upper bodies, concentrating on driving the van, and his mouth is still full of flowers.

"Shut up and concentrate on driving!"

"It's always on!"

The cross raised his gun to shoot back, Russell no longer ridiculed, whenever a sense of crisis hit his heart, he turned the steering wheel to dodge, the box truck was like a speeding snake, winding around the speed of the circle did not decrease at all, and the Dodge-Viper was getting closer and closer.

Seeing that he was about to catch up with the red supercar, Cross couldn't help but smile on his face, the Brotherhood wanted to take his son, but there was no door. However, at this moment, the rapid sound of sirens sounded from both sides, and the cross glanced left and right, and more than ten police cars were rounding them up.

Although these police cars were quickly thrown off without a shadow and could only eat Russell's exhaust, the cross knew very well in his heart that there must be a roadblock in front of him, and there were armored explosion-proof vehicles.

"Hell, the slivers are so efficient, they weren't so fast before!" Cross looked unhappy.

Russell rolled his eyes, and the former strip didn't want to speak now.

On the red supercar in front of him, Firefox gave up the counterattack due to lack of ammunition, rolled over and climbed back into the driver's seat, pushed away Wesley, who had an upright face, and turned the supercar into the normal driving lane, trying to fish in troubled waters with the help of the police car.

Russell followed into the normal driving lane, and when he turned the corner, he skillfully shifted in gear and leaned up little by little. This distance was already within the range of a cross with a hundred shots, but at some point a police helicopter appeared in the sky, and the searchlight hit the box truck.

Russell frowned: "The situation is a little wrong, if I'm not mistaken, the police seem to be targeting us!?" ”

The cross didn't raise his head, and replied directly: "It must be Sloane, he has a relationship with the councilor, and there are his people in the police station." ”

"How about it, do you want to keep chasing?"

The cross was expressionless: "Chase!" ”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three bullets were thrown out in a row, and time seemed to slow down, and the special threaded bullet cut through the arc, killing the remaining three tires with precision.

The tires suffered a critical blow and fell off directly and were thrown out, and the red supercar was only left with wheels, but it was still stubbornly galloping, but the speed was even slower.

Russell slammed the gas pedal, no, the gas pedal was already on the ground, and the box truck crashed directly into the butt of the Dodge-Viper, running forward against it.

Boom! Boom!

Firefox turned around with two bullets, Russell ducked his head to dodge, and the box truck slowed down and retreated some distance.

Russell said dissatisfied: "What are you doing, cover me!" ”

Cross looked at the red supercar unwillingly: "There are snipers nearby, it's the killers of the Brotherhood, let's leave!" ”

When Russell heard this, he immediately bowed his head and did not ask where the sniper was, the cross was professional in this regard, and it was not his turn to question.

Seeing a row of police cars forming a roadblock in the distance, and two black armored explosion-proof vehicles pressing down like giant beasts, Russell knew that he would not be able to recover Wesley tonight. Even if they chase back, the weapons and equipment of the two are not enough to successfully retreat, not to mention that there is a helicopter in the sky, and a few detonating bombs or something can be shot at random, which is enough for the two of them to drink a pot.

Russell slammed the steering wheel, and the box truck flicked its tail and drifted sideways, and when it entered the wrong lane next to it, the front of the car turned and rushed straight out.

Firefox looked at the abandoned cross in the rearview mirror, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and raised his foot to step on the brake.

Dodge Viper's brake system...... No, no one has ever been able to make an emergency braking success in this car at high speed, so the red supercar finally crashed into the police car blocking the road. As for the two rows of car blocking nails arranged by the police, the red supercar with only metal wheels left indicates whether they are all the same.

Four police officers in SWAT gear rushed forward, two pointed guns at Firefox and Wesley, and the two were responsible for escorting them into the blast vehicle. Firefox cooperated throughout the whole process, and the SWAT did not embarrass her, but Wesley was clamped on his arm and handcuffed.

In the explosion-proof car, Firefox retrieved the M1911 from the lean black SWAT hand, sighed and leaned back in the seat, tonight's encounter was not very pleasant.

The black SWAT officer, who is a core member of the Brotherhood, 'Gunsmith', ignored Wesley's ghostly expression and asked directly, "Firefox, you almost failed, what's going on?" ”

Firefox couldn't bear to look back, held his forehead and said: "Cross found a great driver out of nowhere, I have never seen such a perverted driving skill......"

"Alright, you report this to Sloane yourself, and we'll bring Wesley back first."

On the other side, Russell drove the box truck to shake off the police car behind his buttocks, but the helicopter in the sky followed, he drove the truck into the downtown area, stopped and crossed into the crowd, and soon disappeared.

The two took a taxi detour, and Cross turned over a car in a remote garage, and Russell drove back to the factory.

This time, Russell's speed is much slower, and the 'Character Card: BABY' has expired, so it will be difficult to reverse drag racing unless it is drawn again.

But it doesn't matter, a god-level driver like BABY, just throwing a little experience is enough for Russell to disguise the old driver.

【Ding! Host Gain Skill: Vehicle Driving Mastery! 】

Not a one-time skill, but permanent.

[Skill: Vehicle driving proficient (there is still a distance from the master and the car god, but in the eyes of the newcomer, you are already an unreachable old driver)]

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【Street Diary】

The reason why I don't try to update is because I know that not working hard will bring much less pain to the street than if I work hard or hit the street.