"Da da da da da da da da!"

The muzzle of the submachine gun and the tongue of flames spit out.

The high-explosion bullets were densely packed and swept across the Nissan body.

The entire car's glass exploded in an instant! The body of the car was also swept out dense black bullet holes!

Lu Fan hugged the steering wheel tightly and laid his head down.

He could feel the hot bullets flying over by rubbing his scalp.

The broken glass fragments wiped out scars on his face, and then scattered with the high-speed airflow.

One round of bullet strafing ends.

Just as the gunman changed the magazine, Song Yufeng suddenly raised his hand and raised his hand and hit it out.

The glass fragments were penetrated with endless murderous intent, and flew out at a faster speed than the bullet, tearing a hole in the glass window of the Honda sports car cab, piercing the driver's throat!

"Bang!"

When the Honda sports car was running at high speed, it turned sharply and lost control and crashed into the guardrail next to it.

"boom!"

The front of the car is directly squeezed and deformed, and you can even see flesh and blood flying out of the car.

"Walk!"

Before she could see more, Song Yufeng roared, Lu Fan also raised his head, slammed the steering wheel, and stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, driving Nissan's car forward quickly.

The crash of the Honda sports car did not affect the pursuit of the vehicles behind.

After hearing the gunshots that had not been heard for a while, Wang Tianming, who had been hiding in the back row, finally plucked up the courage to look behind him.

Then, his face changed drastically!

"Oil, oil tank!" he shouted in horror.

"What's wrong with the fuel tank?" Song Yufeng asked.

“It’s leaking oil!”

Oil leak!

Hearing these two words, Lu Fan's face changed and he hurriedly looked at the dashboard.

I saw various fault lights flashing on the dashboard!

The shuttle bullet just now did not hurt the three people in the car.

But it broke through the car skin, damaged the fuel tank and other core equipment in the car.

Lu Fan looked at the fuel tank that was floating on the ground frantically from the rearview mirror, and the oil meter that was falling at a speed visible to the naked eye on the instrument panel.

He immediately cursed: "It's so frivolous, this Japanese car. I'll buy this car when I return to China. I'm a bastard!"

Swear no matter how much you scold.

But when the fuel gauge has bottomed out and the speed has gradually slowed down.

He said in a deep voice: "Everyone is ready to get out of the car and fight. There are a total of seventeen cars behind, and there are five people in one car, that is eighty or ninety people."

"If there were no Bushido masters in there, we might have a chance to kill them all and then find a car to continue to go to the airport."

The car speed gradually slowed down, and Lu Fan, Song Yufeng and Wang Tianming looked at each other.

If you want to run, you will definitely not be able to escape.

Only by trying hard can you find vitality in desperate situations.

Fortunately, all three of them are martial arts masters who have experienced many battles.

If the other party is just a thug, it will not be too difficult to deal with.

However, as the vehicle gradually stopped, Lu Fan's face began to feel more and more embarrassed.

Because he saw rows of dark clouds slowly approaching here on both sides not far ahead.

"It's the fleet!"

Song Yufeng's face changed drastically. The dark clouds that occupied the entire two roads were all rows of black convoys!

And they are all Mercedes-Benz cars!
Chapter completed!