Bang!

The jar burst completely, fragments scattered, one piece hit the bulletproof ceramic on the sergeant's leg, and the others either flew into the crowd or smashed against the wall.

The bullet also hit the wall behind him, leaving an exaggerated bullet mark that was so close that it almost hit the sergeant.

It's a pity that if you don't hit, you don't hit.

The sergeant's hand reaching for the jar did not even pause, and immediately took a new can from the side.

This unusual scene did not cause any unwanted reactions at all because.

"Walker, 36 points!"

The sergeant drunkenly announced his men's score, which was the highest score in the field so far!

"Is there anyone else?!"

No one stepped forward to challenge -

Half of the contestants are for a sip of wine, this high-concentration of added agave, normal people drink a glass, and the nerves begin to fog.

After drinking three cups, half of them fell to the ground, and as for the other half, there were only a few who could shoot well after three cups.

And Walker, the soldier under the sergeant, was the best this time.

This guy is in his twenties, he says he is not old, he is not small,

"No one?" The sergeant put down the jar and walked over to the crowd.

Walker stood beside him, looking like the type who was drunk and less talkative, standing aside waiting for the awards, while also observing the dark Woodhaven Street—

There's a group of mercenaries hunting them.

"No one's words" Sergeant lifted Walker's shoulder with one hand and looked up at the crowd, intending to announce or award winners.

The crowd was filled with demented smiles, apparently indulging in the "wine pond meat forest", and some had even forgotten the content of the game.

Just excited for the next link:

Announce the winner!

The sergeant stopped suddenly, as if he saw a few meteors streaked across the sky.

Meteor? Can you still see shooting stars in Night City? In such weather?

Confusion made him pause, and he straightened up and raised his head, intending to take a closer look.

Then his eyes widened suddenly:

In the darkness, a sports car drives into the street with flames!

The car was so fast that it was like an evil spirit from hell and smashed into a building on the side of the road out of control!

Rumble!

The fuel tank exploded on impact, huge fireballs rose from the rain and fog, and burning parts flew in all directions.

Everyone turned their heads, but only the sergeant could barely see clearly

A ghostly figure jumps off the roof of the car before it explodes!

The scene suddenly became quiet: they were all stupefied.

Whew——

The sound of the tires spinning was heard again, and another car sped out of the intersection, barely visible like spotlights on the dance floor.

People are familiar with this light, they have just seen it!

It's gunfire!

The flashing car resembled a spotlight ball, barely illuminating a person on the ball.

The huge man slammed his fist into the roof of the car, followed by a shot that sounded like a grenade explosion!

Bang!

The car completely lost control, spun and slid on the wet road, and then overturned and exploded.

The fireball finally reflected the shadows of two people, one kneeling on the side of the road, the other standing on the wall.

Obviously, the two figures were buffering, and it just so happened that two more cars rushed out!

It's so fast that it's hard to imagine that these are two cars driving at high speed on a rainy night, and the handling is ridiculously strong.

So the two figures had to draw their guns and shoot in a hurry, but unfortunately they didn't hit anyone.

From this trail, the route to Woodhaven Street is straight!

The roar of the engine got closer and closer, and the people at the scene suddenly fell into a panic, and the Six Street Gang drunkenly raised their weapons and found a place to set up their guns

The car may not hit them hiding in the building, but the ones lying on the road are finished!

The weird thing happened in the next second, the car behind it seemed to have tripped over something, the front of the car was raised high, and there was even a backflip!

When it turned over, people realized that the back of the car had been pierced with a hole two laps in size!

The sergeant instinctively thought about what had happened: some powerful bullet hit the rear of the car, and the force blew the tires at high speed, or punctured them.

In short, it was a flat tire, and the rear wheels of the car seemed to be suddenly pressed with something, slightly cocked, and then deflected by the high-speed rotating wheels in the uphill process.

This scene is really rare, and details such as the power of the bullet, the speed of the car, and the coordination of the tires with the ground are all indispensable.

Simply yes

The most awesome closing show!

And a car!

The second car was completely black, and the sergeant immediately recognized it as the Sky Dome Hera 1360, a super tough old car known for its quality.

But how hard can it be? Can there be these dozens of guns under his hands?!

The sergeant suddenly pointed at the approaching car at high speed, and shouted in a broken voice: "Tonight's special target!"

Blow this thing up, it counts as forty points! Forty !!! ”

A total of 27 guns of the Six Street Gang pulled the trigger almost simultaneously under the sergeant's roar!

The firelight reflected on the event venue, and the civilians with guns in their hands also returned to their senses from their panic.

The rush of cars and the bullets that swept by their side gave them a rush of adrenaline, hormones that control a lot of human emotions: fear, impulsivity, excitement, fear.

They can't control their hormones, and they can't control the emotions that come with it, but shooting is a basic operation that every Night City person must learn!

Hundreds of cheap munitions join the shot!

"Ahhh!!!!h

The civilians standing in the front row roared in the rain, but he didn't even notice one thing:

The gun in his hand is not a fully automatic pistol at all, and it is useless to pull the trigger all the time!

At first, the bullet seemed to be swallowed up when it entered the rain screen, but now, the metal storm seemed to tear open the rain screen!

The people in the vehicle could no longer tell if the noise in their ears was raindrops or bullets, but they only had one chance to complete the mission!

The bulletproof glass disintegrated inch by inch, the body armor smashed to the ground, the bumper slipped to the ground and dragged out of Mars, and the distance was getting closer and closer!

The smoky cars are getting slower and slower!

For a full 1 minute and 3 seconds, the bullets of the Six Street Gang ran out one after another, and the guns became overheated, and the sound became quieter and quieter.

Only the front row remained, and a man who was so nervous that he didn't know how to find cover, and he was still roaring by pulling the trigger of his pistol.

"Ahh

Click.

Bang!

Click.

Bang!

His fingers began to tremble with nervousness, and he happened to fire a few more shots.

I have to say that the car of Tianqiong Hera is really awesome, such a fierce shot, it can still rush over, and the price is only black smoke from the engine, and there is no sign of explosion.

As for the superficial bullet holes that make people with dense phobias nauseous and want to vomit, they are more like medals than scars.

Is it over?

The sergeant was just about to announce the end, but the car no longer had a glass window for the front windshield, and the main driver stretched out a huge barrel, while the co-pilot stretched out a fist with a miniature rocket launcher!

Everyone's heartbeat missed a beat-

Yi.

A blue-white arc of electricity appeared in the rain curtain, and from the trajectory, it was a bullet that pierced the vehicle.

Rumble!

A loud bang pierced the silence, and a fireball rose into the air.

In the raging fire, fragments of the prosthetic body were mixed with the fragments of the car, and together they rose into the air with the shock wave and landed.

The mercenary in the car crawled out with flames burning all over his body, and fell to the ground after a few painful throws.

The fire was gradually extinguished by the rain, and one could only see two motionless mercenaries lying to the ground.

The sergeant sat down in the chair behind him and raised his pistol tremblingly.

Bang!

"Forty points! Forty points! ”

Bang bang!

"The winner of the grand prize was the King of Hamburg. Selling, buying, selling, buying, selling, and buying stupid bigwigs!! ”

"Oh oh oh oh !!"

After shouting, the sergeant took a breath and looked at the cheering crowd, and his mind became clear.

He thought to himself:

What a brain-dead name, almost said bald mouth.

(End of chapter)