In a Honda car, the direct call officer took a walkie-talkie and shouted in Japanese: "Chase me!"
In the Mercedes-Benz Nissan, Lu Fan looked through the rearview mirror and carefully observed the convoy following behind. There were a dozen cars of different styles. After realizing that he was speeding up, they also sped up to catch up, fighting to the death.
Lu Fan narrowed his eyes slightly. Less than two hundred meters ahead, he was about to leave the city and enter Airport Avenue. There would be an opportunity for these people to take action. A bloody battle was inevitable.
"Boss, we are leaving the city soon. Are you ready to take action?"
"Do it!" the commander ordered over the intercom!
"Crack!"
In more than a dozen vehicles, people from all walks of life took out their weapons and loaded all the firearms and bullets.
The speed of the Nissan had reached its limit, but Lu Fan kept his eyes fixed on the pursuing vehicles in the direction of the rearview mirror. When he saw the people in the vehicles behind, holding various firearms in their hands, his eyes
Suddenly it narrowed into a line.
"Everyone lower their heads, stay close to the seats, and don't get up!" Lu Fan suddenly turned the steering wheel and shouted loudly at the same time.
Song Yufeng had already noticed the changes behind him. When Lu Fan was about to turn, he directly pulled his deputy hand and his upper body was buried underneath.
When Wang Tianming heard this, a flash of panic flashed across his face, but he still followed Lu Fan's words and swooped forward, curling up between his legs like an ostrich.
"boom!"
There was a gunshot, and the bullets broke through the sound barrier and came rapidly!
At the same moment when the bullet was fired, Lu Fan's steering wheel veered sharply, the Nissan's body twisted violently, and the bullet missed its target and flew straight out, hitting the road ground.
"Baga! How did you shoot? You couldn't hit such a big car?" When the commander saw this scene, he yelled on the walkie-talkie.
"I'm sorry, boss! I'll hit the target next time!"
Several men poked their heads out of the windows of the speeding car, pointed their guns at the tires of the Nissan in front, and pulled the trigger again!
