The muzzle of the submachine gun spits out tongues of fire.
High-explosive bullets were densely packed and swept across the Nissan's body.
The entire car's glass shattered in an instant! Rows of dense black bullet holes were also swept out of the body!
Lu Fan hugged the steering wheel tightly and laid his head down.
He could feel the hot bullets flying past his scalp.
The broken glass shards scratched scars on his face, and then scattered with the high-speed airflow.
A round of bullet fire ended.
Just as the gunman was changing the magazine, Song Yufeng suddenly raised his hand and knocked out the glass in his hand.
The glass fragments were penetrated with endless murderous intent, flying directly out at a speed faster than bullets, tearing a hole in the glass window of the Honda sports car cab and piercing the driver's throat!
"boom!"
The Honda sports car was running at high speed, turned sharply, lost control, and crashed into the guardrail next to it.
"boom!"
The front of the car was directly squeezed and deformed, and you could even see flesh and blood flying out of the car.
"Walk!"
Before he could take a second look, Song Yufeng roared, and Lu Fan also raised his head, turned the steering wheel, pressed the accelerator to the bottom, and drove the Nissan forward at high speed.
The crash of the Honda sports car did not affect the pursuit of vehicles behind it.
After hearing no gunfire for a while, Wang Tianming, who had been hiding in the back row, finally plucked up the courage to raise his head and look behind him.
Immediately, his face changed drastically!
"Gas, gas tank!" he shouted in horror.
"What's wrong with the fuel tank?" Song Yufeng asked.
"It's leaking oil!"
Oil leak!
Upon hearing these two words, Lu Fan's expression changed and he hurriedly looked at the dashboard.
I saw various fault lights flashing on the dashboard!
Although the bullet fired just now did not hurt the three people in the car.
However, it penetrated the vehicle skin and damaged the fuel tank and other core equipment in the vehicle.
Lu Fan looked in the rearview mirror at the fuel tank that was frantically spraying gasoline on the ground, and the fuel gauge on the dashboard that was dropping at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He suddenly cursed secretly: "This Japanese car is so fragile. If I buy this car when I return to China, I will be a bastard!"
Scold after scold.
But when I saw that the fuel gauge had bottomed out and the vehicle speed gradually slowed down.
He said solemnly: "Get ready to get out and fight. There are seventeen cars coming from behind. There are five people in each car, that is, eighty or ninety people."
"If there were no Bushido masters inside, we might still have a chance to kill them all, and then find a car to continue to the airport."
The speed of the car gradually slowed down, and Lu Fan, Song Yufeng and Wang Tianming looked at each other.
If you want to run away, you will definitely not be able to.
Only by fighting to the death can we find hope in a desperate situation.
Fortunately, the three of them are all experienced martial arts experts.
If the other party is just a thug, it won't be too difficult to deal with it.
However, as the vehicle gradually stopped, Lu Fan's expression began to become increasingly embarrassing.
Because he saw rows of dark clouds on the side roads not far ahead, slowly approaching here.
"It's a convoy!"
Song Yufeng's expression changed drastically. The dark clouds that occupied the entire two roads turned out to be rows of black motorcades!
And they are all Mercedes-Benz cars!
A neat convoy of Mercedes-Benz vehicles, no less than a hundred vehicles, was driving from the side roads on both sides of the road ahead, entering the Airport Avenue, with a clear goal, heading straight for the two Nissans in Lufan, slowly approaching.
