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Because Fisher had avoided two cars rushing out sideways, the speed had been reduced to 0, and he was hit again, and the car tilted to the side.

He tried to step on the accelerator in gear, and found that his car "poof" twice and started at a very low speed, knowing that the broken car was afraid of being damaged. Grab Chris's Gauss rifle and take down the motorcycle rider who fell last with one shot.

"Be careful yourself." Since the four-person team now operates in two groups, in order to prevent channel interference, he and Angela use the sub-channel communication under the main channel. In this way, Chris and Bale, who are playing hotly on the other side, will not jump around.

"Roger." Angela replied that because Fisher had fallen a little distance and he needed more time to catch up, the fast-acting Bermuda police would need to ask her to intercept and buy Fisher time.

Fisher pressed his left hand on the door, and the deformed and unopen door was violently pushed away by the strange force of the robotic arm, he grabbed the Gauss rifle, jumped out of the car with the PPM-90 on his back, and ran towards the fallen motorcycle, firing again and again while locking the RV with the combat eyepiece. He didn't shoot the RV rashly, in case the Gauss rifle loaded with depleted uranium armor-piercing shells shot through the RV and injured the hostages inside, after all, this hostage could be Harrison! He shot at another SUV and other motorcyclists. However, such a long-range shooter rifle is not what he is good at after all, and the bullets that hit several motorcycle riders all missed, and the few shots that shot the off-road vehicle were hit, but seeing that the off-road vehicle was still nimble in cornering, I was afraid that it did not hit the driver.

Fisher picked up the motorcycle, stepped on, twisted the accelerator, and found that the motorcycle with the body of the car was wiped on the body was working well, so he quickly tightened his legs and chased after it.

"I'll come back later." Yes, if it is only, it is impossible to directly judge whether the other party is replaced, he can only collect information through contact to analyze and compare, which takes time, and the longer he is around such a potential time bomb, the less his own safety is guaranteed. So he still wants Angela to catch up as quickly as possible.

As he spoke, Fisher had already drifted across the intersection on his motorcycle. "Roger, there's something unusual here, I'll check it and keep up immediately."

Fisher didn't reply to her, and he drove up his horsepower to chase after the RV. After all, an RV is an RV, let alone an RV that has been reinforced and reconstructed. Fisher put on his back a Gauss rifle and took out the PPM-90, and in this riding state, he really did not have the confidence to shoot with a Gauss rifle.

The motorcyclists in front of them began to slow down and close, as if preparing to close the distance between them and Fisher in order to flank him. Fisher raised his hand and swept over, and suddenly the other party scattered, and the formation was also scattered. He pressed the magazine release button, and the magazine fell and bounced off the road. As soon as he twisted the accelerator, the motorcycle suddenly accelerated, and at the same time inserted the PPM-90 into the gap between the right leg and the body, clamped it with his leg, felt out a magazine and inserted it, and finally picked up the submachine gun and pressed the empty compartment hang-up release button, and the loading was completed with a "bang".

He held up a shield in his left hand to block the opponent's shots, and in his right hand he controlled the direction while also holding the PPM-90.

The motorcycle rider who had eaten a shuttle saw that Fisher was now holding a shield on his head and the other hand steering the motorcycle, and his mind became active again. Several men nodded and began to lean towards Fisher again, while maintaining the suppression of Fisher's firepower forced him forward with his shield against his shield.

Fisher saw this formation, got a little closer, and swung left and right by himself, but he was afraid that he would inevitably be shot in the tire and become a trapeze, so he pinched the accelerator and accelerated to turn in from the side.

"Uh......" This is a situation that several motorcycle riders expected, I really didn't expect that the man who fought so fiercely just now would be cowardly. But just in case, several people did not disperse too much and remained vigilant. There was an armed off-road drive ahead, so there were no problems.

A loud "boom" came from the side of the road, and as soon as several motorcyclists looked up, Fisher was already driving his motorcycle down from a cloud of smoke. He turned into a parking building, drove all the way to the second floor, blasted a section of wall with a Gauss rifle, and flew down the hole.

"Fire!" However, Fisher's classic dark attack was in effect again, he fired first, released his left hand to maneuver, and his right hand PPM-90 began to strafe from the left, to the right, and then he lay down in his seat, looked at the road with a second view, aimed with the naked eye, and then fired from right to left, expanding the range of fire into a 360-degree circle.

Strafing is used in the same way as in small hill fighting, similar to breakpoint strafing, in that the trigger is not always held when moving the muzzle to aim, but only fired whenever a target enters the field of view and is exposed in the sight. It's a difficult technique, but after all, it can be learned through a lot of training, so it's not a special skill.

Such a strafing shot, by the time Fisher landed, all five motorcycle riders had been swept away. The motorcycle that lost control was crooked, spinning sideways on the ground, away from the road.

"Okay, now there's only one dirt bike and one RV left." Fisher still reloaded with one hand, burying his head in acceleration, and soon he was very close to the RV in front of him.

The off-road vehicle should have received the annihilation of the motorcycle team, slowed down and changed lanes, and cut to the back of the RV. And in this jeep the overhead sunroof opened, sticking out an automatic machine gun.

"Uh......" Fisher froze, and the automatic machine gun fired.

"!" The first few bullets swept across Fisher's shield, and although they didn't break through, the powerful impact and fast-cutting battery energy made him very uncomfortable.

Machine guns are not relied on to shoot at them, and when there is enough ammunition, it is justice to rely on barrage to kill the enemy. At that time, in addition to the cannon, Shingen's turret armor was a commonly used weapon with the Gauss revolver machine gun in his hand. In the past, he counted him as having the most destruction, the most ammunition mass projection, and of course, the lowest hit rate. It hovers around seven to eight percent all year round.

Although the automatic machine gun was aimed at Fisher's torso, bullets quickly hit the hull due to the dispersion. Fisher could barely cling to the passing cars for a moment, and then had to face the reddened muzzle of the machine gun with the radiator on his head.

The motorcycle was swept into the front wheel, and the whole body changed and was thrown forward, and Fisher hurriedly huddled and kept himself firmly behind the light shield, and then only a few bullets hit his shield, and more of it tracked under his feet. It's a pity (huh?) ), due to the fact that the magazine in the back of the head of the automatic machine gun was too large, which made it not have enough elevation angles. After Fisher was projected by the overturned motorcycle, the altitude quickly reached the dead end of the automatic machine gun.

It will definitely not work if it goes on like this, after all, the upside is limited, and if it falls again, it will soon be hit again, even if there is a shield and will not be injured, but it will be pulled away by the impact of the bullet, and it will become difficult to catch up with the opponent.

What to do?

Seeing that he was about to fall, Fisher was in a hurry, put away his light shield, put his left arm under his buttocks, fist down, and violently activated the directional high-explosive bomb.

The recoil of a directional high-explosive bomb would make him fly, which Fisher foresaw.

But what he did not foresee was that in the air, where it was not easy to maintain balance, the recoil of the directional high-explosive bomb could not be controlled, that is, now Fisher jumped out in the form of a fancy leap.

See! Sky Monkey!

Ahem.

"Ahh Fisher, who screamed in mid-air, was lucky to have a big life, and drew a spiral in mid-air and fell to the roof of the jeep.

"Ahh I'll give it to you with a second scream today, and the barrel of the gun is so hot that Lao Tzu's chrysanthemum is ripe.

Fisher pulled out a commonly used directional blaster in time and slapped it at the automatic machine gun that was spinning around because he was sitting on his head with a target, and then raised his leg to get out of the way of the swaying barrel, "Goodbye lad." ”

Then he sat still, silently counting the time of the explosion of the directional mine under his buttocks, and at the last second he jerked up and flew into the side side of the car.

Sensing the reappearance of the target, the automatic machine gun turned its head to aim at Fisher, who had nowhere to borrow power in mid-air, but was blown through the brain by a directional mine attached to his head.

The plasma door gushing out of the directional mine instantly melted the automatic machine gun and burned through the roof of the car, and the screams from the car made Fisher's scalp tingle hanging on the side of the bus, and he watched the small car that was burned to the bottom of the car burned to the bottom of the road, and gently hit the hot dog stand on the side of the road with a "beep" sound, and rolled out with a "dripping and dripping".

Fisher retracted his gaze and saw that the RV around the far corner was in trouble, and he couldn't catch up.

Looking at the RV disappearing around the corner, Fisher gritted his teeth. What I never expected was that the RV that had just driven around the corner ate a grenade that came from nowhere, and the whole body flipped up, and it actually rolled out of the disappearing corner again.

"Uh......" heard the sound of a grenade exploding, but it didn't seem to be a lethal bomb, more like an engineering bomb. Then came the familiar "whoosh".

"This is ......" Fisher was still sipping out where this "whoosh" came from and why it was familiar, when the tactical eyepiece in front of him suddenly reminded the tactical channel sub-channel "Tip and Little Anji's Happy Cabin" - yes, this embarrassing channel was changed by Angela - and suddenly two uninvited guests poured in.

"Brother-in-law! Catch! "This, is this Layla?

As soon as Fisher turned around, Layla, the little sister-in-law she hadn't seen for a long time, was wearing the dark purple combat uniform she usually used, her purple hair shimmered like an amethyst in the sun, and she held her grappling hook high in one hand, and stretched out her other hand to Fisher, with a smile on her little face.

Fisher didn't grab her hand, but jumped directly on top of her, rubbed her back by the way, and let out a satisfied sigh: "Long time no see, I miss it so much." ”

Layla blushed and pushed her elbow against Fisher, but didn't think about pushing him down.

"Huh." Angela's voice came from the channel, and she didn't even speak, just sent two words and a symbol.

Oops, got carried away. Fisher's face, which had been rippling with a beautiful and satisfied smile, suddenly stiffened, and cold sweat broke out from his forehead. Layla turned her head and wiped Fisher's forehead, feeling the cold beads of sweat on his head, and couldn't help but laugh.

How do I explain that later...... Fisher couldn't help but start thinking hard about how to explain to Angela when the time came, and the hand around Layla's waist tightened tightly.

"Brother-in-law, you loosen up, it hurts."

"Huh."

"And, brother-in-law, your hard thing is on my own."

"Hehehehehehe."

“……”