Two minutes ago.

"Hah! The locals are amazing! Eat the and go! ”

A Colby mule shuttled through the road at high speed, and the people in the back seat were even more happy, and reflexively raised the middle finger at the Sixth Street Gang who were left behind!

That's when it happened

Boom –

A motorcycle sprang out of the back of the car like a rocket, heading towards the battlefield!

The person with the middle finger looked confused: "What is that?" Did you see that? ”

"Rockets, like?" The driver restrained his hippie smile and looked hesitant:

Is that something that's supposed to be in the city?

But soon they knew what it was!

Boom –

The second motorcycle burst out of the street corner and bent at a near-zero degree angle.

I have to say that judging from the eyes of ordinary people, the trajectory of the second motorcycle is much more normal, at least it can be seen clearly.

But at such a speed, on such a rainy night, it is completely impossible to suppress this steering arc - it has to be a real zero-degree angle bend to allow the motorcycle to steer.

Unless something pushes the cart to provide centripetal force

Rumble!

The motorcycle suddenly burst into a huge fire, and the car was pushed like this, and even jumped up, and immediately returned to normal-

"It's a fucking motorcycle!"

The engine roared, and the motorcycle caught up with the 70-mile truck in an instant, and the raindrops squeezed in through the broken windows of Colby's mule, and at the same time, Jack's grim gaze:

Raindrops slid down quickly on his helmet, and the so-called cold eyes were red indicators from the eye sensors.

The red light looks dazzling and dangerous on a rainy night—

Because no one can ignore the terrifying armor on this big man!

The steel-covered knight raised his huge fist, and the two mercenaries in the truck raised their guns in terror: "Grass! They have individual armor! ”

The driver stepped on the brakes while raising the gun: raising the gun is professionalism, and braking is an instinctive reaction!

Bang!

The guns in the mercenaries' hands were powerful, but the bullets hit Jack's armor only slightly deformed it

No effective damage was caused!

On Jack's side, 12 rounds of 14mm shellless shells were fired in two rounds and within 1 second, all of which raged in the small hull space.

The collision between the metals caused a large number of sparks, and the already tattered doors and windshields were shattered in an instant!

The car is spinning out of control under the emergency braking!

Whew——

The sound of scratching echoed through the street, and Jack shook his head in frustration: the direction of his prosthetic modification was not to react to the limit, and it was difficult for him to react to the brakes at this speed and adjust his shot.

The motorcycle slowed down quickly, and Jack looked at his hand: he still had to play to his strengths.

Thanks to the driver's efforts, Colby's mule miraculously got back on track after an exaggerated 360-degree maneuver.

The feeling of escaping death was not yet enjoyed, and the car sank suddenly-

This sinking made their hearts sink to the bottom:

That guy is on the roof of the car!

Bang!

In the second shot, Jack finished 12 rounds in his other hand, and the bullets went straight through the hull, breaking the chassis, and the car sparked a lot of sparks on the ground.

The driver was beaten to pieces by this bullet on the spot, and the man in the co-pilot escaped, but his heart was already occupied by fear:

What should he do?

Bang!

The huge fist smashed through the roof of the car, and the fist of heat energy accumulated hit him in the face, and the whole face was distorted and distorted.

His alloy skull avoided all bones from being broken by the punch, but the deformed skull also squeezed his brain into a pulp.

After the punch, Jack jumped back on the motorcycle.

Rumble!

The car exploded just after he jumped away.

Passing over the exploding car, V catches up with Jack.

"Wuhu! It's cool! ”

V boldly let go of the handlebars of the motorcycle and expressed his feelings loudly.

Jack also wanted to let himself go like this, but unfortunately his gear didn't allow him to do too many movements.

So he could only pragmatically lean over and put his two arms on the interface on the side of the motorcycle to reload.

"Haha!" After the release of V, he said to Jack, "Do you know what the expressions of those old hats from out of town look at when they see these equipment?

I looked like I had never seen the world, and I was afraid that they would ask me the next question: How can you be so popular in the streets? ”

Jack smiled: "I'll tell you the truth, I used to be a hillbilly, and I never dreamed of riding such a baby!" ”

"Who isn't?" V stood up even more presumptuously.

The electrostatic adsorption on her feet held her firmly to the saddle, and the car's built-in intelligent combat system remained stable.

The rain hit her face, and she opened her arms as if to embrace the heavy rain - in the dark buildings, she could see the eyes of the occupants looking at her: fear, disgust, envy, worship.

All kinds of emotions were projected on her, but no matter what they thought, they were just a bunch of ordinary people who didn't dare to step out of the pigeon cage.

She suddenly remembered the ideal of the street boy she always talked about:

She's going to be the best in the city!

This is how the most awesome people should be treated:

Get away with murder!

"Wuhu!! This is freedom!! ”

V opened her arms, and instead of blowing her over, the wind and the rain were her, as if embracing the heavy rain.

Whew-

The wind is howling.

"Grass"

On Woodhaven Street, the sergeant looked at the bullet holes beside him and wiped the sweat mixture from his head in fear.

The gunfire was loud, but there was no way to reach it through such a heavy rain, and all people could see was that the flaming iron bucket next to the sergeant suddenly exploded.

EMP smashed all the lighting equipment in the scene, and the speakers stopped.

But poor communities struggle to even afford electricity for lighting: they don't die without light.

So a lot of the time it's used for lighting here that it's some combustibles – all sorts of garbage.

Several flaming iron barrels were still burning under the eaves, and the people followed the fire to look at the sergeant:

What's wrong? And then what?

And then what?

The sergeant was also asking himself.

On the battlefield, if you are targeted by snipers, of course, you should dodge, find a safe place, and find a way to take out the enemy while ensuring your own safety.

But this is not just a battlefield, or a battlefield with a different form of combat.

The alcohol scorched his head, and the sense of crisis that he was almost beaten to death was paralyzed, and his head was full of the appearance of these people just now singing and dancing like crazy people and fools, releasing themselves.

He thought of decades ago, when the Six Street Gang first gained control—

People celebrate the victory with all kinds of parties

And he didn't lose, he's alive, and he can win more.

It's been a long, long time since I've had an event like this.

The biological monitoring that had been broken due to the EMP was not working properly, so the sergeant did not notice the biological indicators that he had become somewhat anomalous:

His serotonin is abnormally rising, dopamine is synthesized ineffectively, and the cerebral cortex is also in an abnormal state of activity.

In a trance, he saw the people who had founded the Six Street Gang with him at the beginning, back to the beginning:

A few people, a few guns, freedom and a bright future.

"We." The sergeant took two steps forward, and no one could see that the prosthetic body in his body was functioning abnormally.

He looked at the people who were watching him, and his face suddenly turned unusually flushed.

He raised his glass, and his loud voice drowned out the howling wind and rain!

"Let's move on! Today is Fucking Victory Day! Victory Day is all about upholding the Second Amendment!

Drinking, holding a gun, shooting targets, and blasting his asshole if he has a brain!

Tun Dun Dun Dun Dun"

As he spoke, the sergeant fed the jar with tequila to his mouth and it in full view.

You must know that this kind of competition wine, everyone will have gold stars after drinking two glasses!

"Boss is awesome!" "Long live the Second Amendment!" "Shoot and fly!"

No one delved into this incomprehensible statement, some just indulged in the cheers of alcohol.

Alcohol numbs the brain, so that they no longer have to care about the logic of reality, and fantasize about something cool without logic.

Amid the cheers, the sergeant finished the tequila in the jar in one gulp, and threw the jar into the sky fiercely—

Shoot from your waist like an old western gunslinger!

Bang!

The jar explodes in the air!

"The Six Streets Gang is the first in the world!"

Behind the sergeant, another bullet hit the wall.

(End of chapter)