As he spoke, Ling Feng turned the steering wheel fiercely, and the car suddenly pulled to one side. Almost at the same time, there was a bang, and the left rearview mirror was hit and shattered.

It is not difficult to imagine that if Ling Feng's reaction was even half a second slower, he would never have been hit in the rearview mirror.

Someone is attacking!

Ling Feng couldn't help but think of the last assassination in the hotel!

Who wants to kill him?

With these thoughts in mind, Ling Feng did not dare to hesitate for a moment, driving the car on the road doing "S"-shaped movements.

After hitting the rearview mirror, the opponent's bullets poured in as if they were free. After a while, Zhang Hu's brand-new Honda Accord was riddled with holes, which was terrible to look at.

Ling Feng was very anxious. If it was just him, he wouldn't have ignored the gunmen, but there was Mengzhu beside him! The most disgusting thing was that he was driving a Japanese car with extremely poor protection capabilities.

What should I do?

"Bang!" Another shot, this time hitting the rear windshield of the Honda!

Is there a mistake? Ling Feng secretly cursed, although it is not a prosperous area, this is a traffic artery in the city after all, and someone openly used a gun to attack? Are all the police in Binhai a job? Why haven't they responded yet?

In fact, Ling Feng was anxious and confused. It had only been more than a minute since the opponent fired the first shot. In such a short period of time, no matter how fast the police responded, it was impossible for them to rush over.

There was still no sign of stopping the shooting, and the other party seemed to have discovered the pattern of Ling Feng's driving. The bullets were getting closer and closer. But fortunately, Ling Feng found that there was only one car attacking him, and there was only one person shooting.

Ling Feng could barely cope without getting hit.

No, continuing to be beaten like this is not an option! Sooner or later, you will be hit. Since the opponent only has one car, then...

Ling Feng suddenly shouted: "Mengzhu, sit still!"

As he said that, he turned the steering wheel hard and then pulled the handbrake!

"Squeak!" The car made an unpleasant scream and made a 180-degree turn.

Immediately, Ling Feng stepped on the accelerator and passed the car in an instant.

The opponent obviously didn't expect that Ling Feng would suddenly make such a move. He couldn't react in time and was left far behind by Ling Feng.

It's safe for now! Ling Feng breathed a sigh of relief.

But at this moment, the Honda Accord suddenly made a strange "chugging" sound, and Ling Feng secretly screamed. Sure enough, before walking far, the car started going slower and slower, and no matter how hard Ling Feng stepped on the accelerator, it didn't help.

, and in the end it turned off completely!

Damn it, Japanese cars are really unreliable! Ling Feng yelled!

"Mengzhu, we..."

Before he finished speaking, Ling Feng was shocked. He saw that Meng Zhu's chest was already a bright red. Maybe he was afraid that Ling Feng would be distracted, so he kept silent until he saw Ling Feng calling him, Meng Zhu.

Zhu smiled bitterly and wanted to say something, but couldn't. A wisp of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

Mengzhu was shot?

Ling Feng has never had such a strong desire to kill* as he does now!
Chapter completed!