Like a bull, it rams straight towards the opponent.

——Not to mention that he didn't believe that the other party really dared to collide. Even if he did collide, Leng Binghan was confident that he could keep himself safe with his own abilities.

Seeing the two cars getting closer and closer, Leng Binghan seemed to be able to see the driver's pale face and curses in the opposite car, as if he was scolding himself for being a psycho. He was already stunned by Leng Binghan.

Han He was frightened by the oppressive aura emanating from the speeding Hongqi car, and his whole body was covered in cold sweat.

In the fierce wind, Leng Binghan's hair and clothes were flying, and the silver shadow in his pupils was shining, but mixed with a bloodthirsty smile.

At the moment when the two cars were about to collide, Leng Binghan showed no signs of escaping. The driver of the opposite car finally couldn't bear it anymore and suddenly turned the steering wheel. At the critical moment, the two cars were about to hit each other hard.

The cars that collided suddenly moved away.

Leng Binghan drove the red flag car and flew by, bringing with it a strong air current, as if nothing had happened. His mocking and disdainful laughter was faintly heard, and then he left behind a dazzling smile.

The taillights seemed to be mocking them.

"Holy shit!" the driver of the car cursed. He thought that the other party would definitely get away in the end, but... the moment he passed by the red flag car, he looked at Leng Binghan's calm driving posture and the corners of his mouth in disbelief.

The smile that makes you smile...

This guy actually has no intention of avoiding it!!

Is he crazy?

It was said that this Leng Binghan was a high-ranking official, how could he be more vicious and life-threatening than the desperadoes like himself who had experienced many battles? This really made him confused.

But at this time, he didn't have time to figure out what was going on, so he quickly turned the car and chased after him.

This car must have been modified, and the speed was quite fast. In addition, the driver just lost in the competition with Leng Binghan's will. He was so angry that he drove the car so crazy, as if he was driving something other than a car.

Instead, he drove an F1 car around the track, drew a thrilling black line on the not-so-wide Second Ring Road, and quickly bit the red flag car's tail.

In the car window, a big man leaned out half of his body, holding a submachine gun with both hands and fired wildly at the red flag car. The barrel of the gun exuded a creepy faint light under the cold moonlight, and the crisp sound of gunfire could be heard in the distance.

It is full of bone-chilling murderous intent, and the whining cold wind makes it even more heart-breaking on this silent winter night, as if even breathing has become suffocated.

The bullets hit the back of the red flag car, making a clanging sound, and some bullets missed the target and hit the ground, throwing up puffs of smoke. There were also some unlucky vehicles that were also hit by bullets, which scared the driver and hurriedly fired.

They stepped on the brakes or turned the steering wheel sharply. Some drivers were shot and fell on the steering wheel. The car suddenly swayed like a drunken man and bumped left and right. Several pedestrians around were hit and bleeding.

The ground was full of uncertainty, but the crazy shooting did not stop.

For a time, the entire Second Ring Road was in chaos.

Leng Binghan has never been one to just be beaten without fighting back. He has been chased and beaten by the opponent, and he is still holding back his anger. Now that he sees innocent people being hurt, he is even more furious. He controls the steering wheel with one hand and takes out a pistol with the other.

Without looking back, just relying on the rearview mirror and his own judgment, he reached out of the car and fired several shots in the back.

A shot hit the head of the big man who was shooting wildly. In his eyes of disbelief and death, there was a muffled "bang", his head exploded like a watermelon, and his body sank softly on the car door.

Brain plasma and blood flowed out along the car door.

Seeing his companion being shot dead, the driver didn't have time to panic. He only felt the car suddenly shake and then hit the roadside uncontrollably. He knew that the tire must have been blown out by the other party.

There was no time to be shocked at how the other party could be so powerful. It was almost impossible to shoot at a speeding car and hit the tires of another speeding car, not to mention that he was still driving and shooting at the same time.

Then shot.

Seeing that the car was about to hit him, the big man quickly pushed open the door and jumped out, landing heavily on the ground. The huge inertia made his body roll several times before he stopped, but his body was already covered in bruises.

I was so dizzy that before I could get up, the car that hit the roadside was already on fire, and then exploded into the sky with a "boom". Debris flew everywhere, scaring the people around me into screaming.

The big man climbed up and looked at the still burning car. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of fear in his heart. He saw his companions dying one by one in front of him, but his opponent was not hurt at all. How could he still be human?

He is simply a ghost from hell seeking life. The terrifying feeling of traveling on the edge of life and death, no matter how brave and fierce he is, he can't help but feel a little frightened.

He has completely given up the idea of ​​continuing to pursue Leng Binghan. At the moment, he just wants to get rid of this nightmare quickly, leave this Chinese devil who seems to be unkillable, and leave this hellish city.

However, his thoughts were quickly interrupted, because soon, a flying bullet accurately hit his neck.

In the blood splattering, his eyes showed the extreme horror of fear and unwillingness. He clutched his throat where the blood was gushing out, "Tengteng" stepped back a few steps, leaned against a big tree on the roadside, and in his hazy eyes, it was just right.

He saw the red flag car turning a corner in the distance and disappearing from his sight.

He simply couldn't believe that Leng Binghan could actually hit him with a shot from such a distance. It would have been possible with a sniper rifle, but how could Leng Binghan be carrying a sniper rifle? Or in a speeding car.

?

His consciousness gradually blurred, and he felt as if all the strength in his body had been taken away. He didn't even have the strength to support his body. His body slowly slipped along the trunk of the tree and fell to the ground. Finally, he could faintly see that many people were surrounding him.

Come up.

There was a reluctant sound in his throat, but he finally exhaled heavily, his eyes fixed there, and the hand holding his neck dropped weakly.
Chapter completed!