All in all, the negotiations with the two brothers went well, but Fisher's face was really blue when he walked out the door. Angela waved at the sluggish brothers, closed the door, covered her mouth and walked out smiling.

Fisher took out his phone and sent a message to Chris, not a word, just a smiling face. Then pull the car door, this time Angela sits in the back seat. She lowered the chair in the back seat and pulled a few people's gear out of the trunk. This was the equipment that a few people used to raid the workshop before, and after changing the car, it was also easily taken to the new car by a few people.

There was no further aid other than a pit bull, two PPM-90s, a Gauss rifle, a pile of captured non-lethal grenades, and the pistols that Fisher and Angela had brought with them.

Chris and Bell are to monitor Harrison's next move in the building, and stop him as much as they can, and even detain him if they have the chance. It's not easy, and it's a big threat. But once the plan gets underway, the two teams will need to buy each other time. If Fisher and Angela get ahead, then Chris and Bale will have to buy them more time to get Harrison B's eyes on them and get them back to the reunite. If Chris and Bell get ahead of them, then Angela and Fisher will have to find a way to delay the arrival of the other troops in the administration building as soon as possible, so that Bell and the others have enough time to evacuate, or evacuate with Harrison B.

Of course, it was only based on the fact that Harrison himself had already been executed. It's the worst-case scenario, but it's always something that needs to be planned and taken into account.

"Corniche." Angela touched Fisher in the front row, and at this time the information could no longer be communicated by words. There may be listening cameras everywhere, and if Harrison B had just been on the phone to indicate the action of the Corniche, Angela would have told Fisher Corniche. There is no doubt that no matter how stupid Harrison B is, he can understand that Fisher and the others have been spying on him all morning.

Fisher turned slowly, and now even if he knew that the other party had already started to transfer, he couldn't just blow the throttle and leave. Bell and Chris still need time, and in addition to submitting the "top secret storage card", they have to go to the armory on the basement level to get new equipment. All the previous equipment was thrown on the car, and Angela and Fisher were used as backup equipment. So Fisher now looks like a good law-abiding citizen, driving in an honest line. He even had to cross the front of the car because he was standing on the wrong road, turning on the lights, waiting for the later people to make a place for him to change lanes.

Although he slowed down, the distance was limited after all, and the speed could not be infinitely low, and soon Fisher had to face the embarrassment of driving his car through the parking lot. He didn't roll down the window, he didn't turn his head, and through the second vision, he saw a container truck being packed, and the object of the box was several small cars, including two urban off-road, an apparently reinforced jeep, and an RV. The cars are lining up to drive into the containers.

"Beep" Fisher's phone rang, and Bell sent a message: a bomb emoji with a fuse burning.

"Harrison B is suspicious!" Angela had already flipped to the front row, and Harrison B was still suspicious, and it was no surprise that Fisher's position and his slower and slower speed meant that he couldn't hide it for long.

"Up." Fisher sent the word directly to Bale, and then the mobile phone was alone, with a dozen steering wheels, and a step on the accelerator, and drove towards the parking lot.

Angela leaned out of the window, and the pit bull with a one-headed splinter bomb in her hand opened fire repeatedly, instantly shattering the railing used by the other party to block the exit. The car that Fisher is driving now is just an ordinary scavenger's urban off-road, without special modifications, considering that there may be a car chase later, and he does not dare to crash into it rashly, once the engine or transmission is damaged, the gain outweighs the loss.

Angela swapped out the PPM-90 and began to suppress the opponent's shots with short bursts, Fisher picked up his left hand and hammered off the windshield, then opened the photon shield in front of him, Angela ran out of a magazine and retreated to get close to Fisher's photon shield. Fisher moved the photon shield a little to the right, and several bullets immediately bounced off his mechanical arm, but Angela was also protected.

Fisher opened the active red of the tactical eyepiece, "There are still people in the warehouse!" He could see through the eyepiece that there were moving targets in the warehouse, but he couldn't tell if they were hostages or soldiers from their movements.

"There you go." Fisher flicked his tail, turned off the photon shield, took out the PPM-90 in his right hand and clamped it to his left arm holding the steering wheel, and fired a shuttle bullet that pressed the person from the side of the train back.

Angela didn't hesitate, picked up the bag of equipment that she had classified before, and jumped out of the car with the pit bull, "Stay safe." ”

Fisher didn't have time to reply to him, for in a few moments the wagon had started and roared towards him. Fisher put on reverse gear, looked at the big truck whizzing towards him with the naked eye, and the second vision was optimistic about the situation behind him, threw away the PPM-90 that had no time to change the magazine, took out a pistol, and raised his hand to shoot the truck driver who could already see the hideous expression. However, it is not surprising that the bullet is blocked by the wide windshield in front of him.

The distance between the two cars gradually narrowed, and Fisher had already exited the parking lot and drove on the main road. The other party wisely chose to run with Fisher instead of making a U-turn, after all, the top speed and acceleration of large trucks are limited, not to mention the large turning distance brought by the length of the truck. If Fisher is forced to retreat at this time and then turn around and run, Fisher's small car maneuver can quickly catch up, and rely on flexible maneuvering, causing tons of damage to the truck.

Fisher used his pistol to knock out two idiots who tried to climb onto the roof of the van and shoot at him, then grabbed Chris's Gauss rifle in his lap with his backhand, pulled the bolt, and almost laughed when he saw that it was filled with a depleted uranium armor-piercing round.

He stretched out the rifle out of the windshield of the car, aimed it at the other driver, looked at the other driver's stunned moment, and then showed a dead expression, "Again!" See! "Before the other person hits the steering wheel, pull the trigger.

The depleted uranium armor-piercing projectile was accelerated by the Gauss rifle's electromagnetic track, and at such a close range, as soon as it derailed from the orbit, it had already hit the opponent's rather complacent reinforced bulletproof windshield. Relying on the kinetic energy and the high heat emitted by the depleted uranium warhead, the warhead instantly drilled a hole in the car window and fired the frightened driver behind it.

Well, in fact, Fisher didn't know if the other party blew up, because as soon as he pulled the trigger, the windshield of the big truck not far in front of him immediately splashed a blood-red to cover the windshield. It was only then that Fisher could truly feel the lethality of the weapon in his hand, and the painful sensation of hitting the shoulder under the guidance of recoil.

"Tsk. If this thing appears on the civilian market, then what will it do? Fisher smashed his mouth, leaned his Gauss rifle against the passenger seat, replaced the PPM with a new magazine, and drove past the truck.

Because the big truck was in a hurry before, there was a jeep and an off-road that had not been able to drive the big truck, Fisher had to go and see the situation on Angela's side, otherwise it might not be easy to defend with the firepower in her hands. Especially after being pressed into the warehouse by two armed vehicles with high firepower.

Just as Fisher cut through the stopped truck, he suddenly rushed out of a jeep with a burning head. Fisher hurriedly put on the brakes, and if he hadn't slapped the windshield off earlier, he would probably have hit a big bag.

Fisher just breathed a sigh of relief, but in the second field of vision, he saw an off-road vehicle sideways from the side, Fisher quickly hung up the reverse gear and retreated, but the reaction could not keep up, and the off-road vehicle still hit the side of Fisher's car a little, but the impact still made Fisher's car tilt and lose half of his face.

Needless to say, Fisher, who was in the car, was lifted from the driver's seat to the passenger seat, and this time his head really hit a big bag on the door frame.

Fisher leaned out to see that he had hit himself and unceremoniously ran out of the SUV, crashing headlong into a fire hydrant across the street, and was on the side of the road with the jeep, and the entire front face of the car was shattered.

"I've helped you with two, you're welcome." A long-lost little Angela appeared on the tactical eyepiece, stretching her waist cutely, making a cute appearance showing off her muscles.

Fisher replied helplessly: "Thank you." At the same time, the back door of the large truck "clanged" down, the door panel formed a slope, and an SUV rushed out of the cargo box, and several motorcycles entered before Fisher did not see it.

Yes, how can there be no road pursuit at this time? And a road chase without a motorcycle is embarrassed to be called a road chase?