Chapter 4055
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Running into gunfire while driving was an essential part of special forces training. However, back when Ye Chien was at the Motor Vehicle Training Base, at least he had a pistol loaded with blanks to fight back.
But now, other than the silver wire that never left his wrist when he went out, he didn't have any other weapons. It was impossible to make the other party stop shooting from a distance. The only way to force the other party to stop shooting was to face them head-on.
After making a few "S" turns, Ye Chien didn't slow down at all. He was like a cannonball that had already been fired, heading straight for the parked car.
"Damn it!"
When the man with the gun saw this, he cursed and quickly released the brakes. He no longer tried to stop the guy who came out of nowhere by shooting from the side.
He thought that the gun in his hand would be enough to stop the guy who was obstructing them from completing their mission, but who knew that it would exceed their expectations.
Who said that the Chinese police were as weak as chickens on a farm? Who said that the Chinese police didn't have the habit of carrying guns and could easily take care of them?
Which damnable bastard said that?!
The Chinese police weren't easy to deal with. At least, the Chinese police they encountered tonight were already troublesome enough.
"Fred, I'm in a bit of trouble here. After I take care of that Chinese policewoman, I'll take care of this damned guy who came out of nowhere. His car is bulletproof, so there's no way to take care of him. I need to shake him off now. "
From the rearview mirror, he saw the gray car driving towards him without any regard for its life. That guy was planning to hit his car until he stopped. "What's the matter?" The man said in a low voice as he turned the steering wheel quickly. He saw the gray car driving towards him as if it didn't care about its life.
Ye Chien was indeed planning to do so. He was even prepared to destroy the car he was in. However, what he didn't expect was that … the car that came out of the security company, which didn't look like much, was actually a bulletproof car!
When the Western man who was chasing after Ye Chien heard his companion say that the car that came out of nowhere was bulletproof, he frowned and warned his companion, "In China, I heard that the guy who can drive a bulletproof car has a very high social status. Shake him off, don't get involved with him."
They knew about the Chinese side and even investigated some of the situations in the Chinese society. Therefore, they all knew that the Chinese police did not carry guns every day, let alone after work.
They had chosen to get off work on the anniversary and made their move at night. They had done their research in advance before taking action.
But who would have thought that Anniversary would turn a sedan into a race car?
Racing was Nian Junnian's hobby. When they were in junior high school, she had raced together with Zhou Huainian. Of course, she had only been a spectator.
When she reached high school, Zhou Huainian brought her to a racing club in the capital. It was during her first year of high school, when she was still underage, that she began to systematically learn how to race.
Now, there was still a car that Cao Huainian had bought for her parked in the F1 racing track outside the capital. When she had time or was under great pressure, she would either run a few laps outside the capital by herself or go with Cao Huainian to race with the other racers in the club.
With her level, she could already participate in large-scale competitions.
At this moment, she was driving a car with a broken wheel. After turning into the outermost side road of the industrial park, she suddenly reversed the car. The wheels rolled over the asphalt road at high speed, and the air was filled with the smell of rubber and asphalt.
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