On the roof of a nearby mall, Barnes, with his metal arm, shoved another bullet into the chamber of his gun, and he raised his sniper rifle again. Start calculating the trajectory of the next hit bullet. The gun was a full one and a half meters long, and a weapon that normally required three personnel to operate normally was extremely easy in his hands.

This sniper point was just one of the eight they had prepared in advance, and it was also the most inconvenient of them all. The low altitude means that the obstacles increase, and the chances of him being able to make a shot are greatly reduced.

But they don't have any other options. Kim seemed to have anticipated the ambush and chose a route that avoided the more obvious sniper spots. All he had to do now was to maximize the effect of his last bullet.

Take a deep breath and keep your hands steady. This process has been done hundreds of times, and it has now become an instinct in his body. His brain was completely empty, and he pulled the trigger.

The bullet came out of its chamber and tore through the barrier of sound speed in an instant under the burst of gunpowder, covering its own distance of up to 600 meters in less than a second. It easily penetrated the window of an armored van and then gave a headshot to the driver behind it.

Almost at the same time, the convoy disappeared from his sight.

Without the slightest hesitation, Barnes disassembled his weapon into several parts in a dozen seconds and then loaded it back into the box one by one. Once he had packed up his belongings, he jumped straight off the thirty-meter-high roof. With five or six meters left above the ground, his metal left arm slammed into the concrete wall beside him.

The gears inside the five mechanical fingers spun wildly, emitting a piercing humming sound. The arms that were enough to crush the steel sank into the concrete walls with no resistance, as if they were made of tofu.

After the metal arm dug a trench nearly a meter long, Barnes' fall slowed down. With a jerk of his shoulders, he pulled his arm out of the wall, bringing out more dust and cement shards, and his own form landed right on the motorcycle he had placed downstairs earlier.

He brought his tactical goggles and stretched his arms by the way. Two seconds later, his motorcycle was heading away in the direction of the battlefield with the roar of the engine.

The Winter Soldier officially joins the pursuit.

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Jin Ji's car was suddenly in danger. The body of the driver who had just been shot in the head pulled the steering wheel to the right under the inertia of falling, and the car suddenly made a sharp turn and crashed into the car driving side by side. And at the last moment, the bodyguard next to the driver finally grabbed the out-of-control steering wheel and pulled it back.

"Drive for him." Kim ordered, and the bodyguard, who had a somewhat glazed gaze, immediately responded. He climbed into the driver's seat, reached open the door, and kicked the driver's body down. Not paying any attention to the blood and brain tissue sprayed on the chair, he sat down and continued driving.

"Bump Bump!"

The attackers in pursuit from the rear fired another round of strafing, and bullets rained down on the back of the car. But without the threat of anti-materiel sniper rifles, they need a little more weight and heavy weapons to effectively break through the defenses of these armored vehicles.

And Rumlow actually has it in his hands.

He carried the grenade launcher that he had already used once on his shoulder, and aimed the crosshair on the barrel at his target. As he pulled the trigger, the grenade instantly accelerated to a speed that the naked eye could not catch under the rocket's propulsion, and his entire upper body was shaken by the powerful reaction force.

However, despite its incredible destructive power, the RPG is not as accurate against moving targets. The grenade narrowly missed a van and smashed into the sidewalk on the side of the road, blasting out a crater more than a meter in diameter.

"Let's get closer!" Rumlow tapped the window and gave his own orders to the occupants of the car. His luck wasn't good, but Kim did it again, seizing the gap between their fire suppression, opening the rear door again and strafing the vehicles behind them, forcing them to keep a safe distance again.

"This bastard." Rumlow gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

"It's okay, the people from Group B have almost arrived."

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Kim is well aware that this is a battle of perseverance.

Although it seems that he is only being beaten one-sidedly, for the other side, every minute that the battle prolongs can cause irreparable losses.

Hydra, a monster that grew up on the flesh and blood of S.H.I.E.L.D., now has to live in the shadow of the latter. No matter how corrupt, S.H.I.E.L.D. is still an organization large enough to subvert any country in the world.

These Hydra agents are extremely tough, but they don't dare to risk exposing the organization to the sun to continue their hunt. As long as they make the situation here big enough, they will naturally dare not stay for long because they are afraid of being exposed.

As for how to make this matter bigger, Jin He already has a good plan.

Of course, this also shows from the side that the current car chase that can easily be stretched for more than an hour is not the last killer of the other side. The other side must still have the means to be able to make a quick decision at the speed of a certain decision.

As long as you can survive this...

As soon as this thought flashed through Jin Ji's mind, a major change occurred in front of the team.

A large truck weighing at least twenty tons burst out of the side alley and smashed the van at the front of it. The front of the car was twisted in an instant to make out of its original shape, and the rest of the body turned abruptly twice before slowly coming to a stop, and the passengers inside were afraid of being more than lucky.

And the truck itself was a little out of balance from the impact. At this critical juncture, the driver of the truck suddenly turned the steering wheel, completely causing the entire truck to roll over. The fragile connection between the container and the head of the truck was torn in half by the force, and the contents of the container flew out.

More than ten tons of sand and gravel buried the wrecked van directly, and together with the overturned truck, it formed a wall in front of Jinhe.

The second van also crashed into the truck due to a failure to brake, while the other two narrowly avoided the same fate. Before the people inside could react, several people in the same outfit as the attacker appeared behind the overturned truck, firing at the surviving members of the convoy.

The hot bullets rained down on the roof of the car, and the ambush cut off their way forward, and the pursuers in the rear had already arrived. Kim's current situation now looks dire.

At this moment, the pile of sand and gravel on the side suddenly began to shake violently, and then exploded. A sturdy black man who had been crushed under the gravel along with the cart leapt out of it and let out a beastly roar.