"Forget it." The corner of Sheyan's eyes locked onto the rapidly approaching vehicle, he suppressed the tempting thought of killing this FBI elite agent. Although this guy looked like an arrow at the end of its flight, to deal with him would still require a lot of effort. Seeing a bustling street nearby, he decided to jump out of the vehicle and blend into the crowd to escape.
But at this moment, the obviously beaten up elite FBI agent let out a wild roar, pouncing forward from behind as he tightly held onto Sheyan. Obviously, he saw his comrade chasing from behind, and wanted to drag Sheyan down with his life! In terms of pure strength, there wasn't much of a difference between him and Sheyan. It was just that Sheyan's explosive strength and defensive capabilities were much stronger. Thus, Sheyan, who had lost the initiative, found it hard to break free from Sheyan's clutches.
This sudden turn of events caused Sheyan's heart to be startled, but his thick black eyebrows immediately furrowed. Coupled with the fresh blood on his forehead, his entire face was filled with an indescribable malevolence, even his eyes were filled with a fiery ruthlessness. His accumulated combat experience allowed him to immediately lift his right leg and hook backwards, at the same time smashing his head backwards. If the enemy made a slight mistake, they would either be tripped and fall to the ground, or be knocked unconscious and have a nosebleed.
But not only did Sheyan's leg hook miss, even the back of his head only hit air. Obviously, this FBI elite agent had put in a lot of effort in capturing and counter-capturing, and successfully dodged Sheyan's follow-up attack. He then leaned close to Sheyan's ear, using a venomous tone he gnashed his teeth and said:
"You yellow pig, the electric torture chamber of Los Angeles prison awaits you!"
But Sheyan's reaction was incomparably quick, upon hearing this, he immediately exerted strength in his legs and used his back to fiercely ram backwards.
"Bang!" That FBI agent couldn't dodge in time, as he was forcefully squeezed by Sheyan and smashed into the solid side of the vehicle. The nerves around his spine immediately transmitted an intense pain, the force of this collision caused his vision to darken, and his arms couldn't help but loosen their grip on Sheyan. Seizing the opportunity, Sheyan's elbows smashed backwards, coincidentally smashing into the FBI agent's ribs. Under this incomparably tyrannical strike, only a slight cracking sound could be heard. Obviously, his ribs had been broken and penetrated deep into his organs!
Without a doubt, this elite FBI agent immediately coughed violently, as his entire body slumped powerlessly against the carriage. Pink foam seeped out from the corner of his mouth, followed by dark red blood. His abdomen had been struck repeatedly, and now both his lungs had suffered heavy damage. His entire body had sunk into an oxygen deficient environment, even a person with strong willpower would find it hard to endure.
At present, if Sheyan wanted to leave, no one would be able to stop him. But the ruthless bloodlust in his eyes intensified. Ever since witnessing Uncle Dasi's cruel torture, the dark side of his character was slowly being revealed. In the nightmare realm, without the restriction of the law, he had an intense and crazy impulse to crush anyone who dared to obstruct him! Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation Translator: Translation Nation Editor: Translation Nation
At present, the vehicle had already started to slam on the brakes, the slow driver finally noticed the commotion within the vehicle. Behind them, the pursuers were speeding over at high speed from 200 metres away. If Sheyan wanted to escape, then jumping out of the vehicle would be the best choice. But at present, his heart was filled with killing intent, how could he let go of this opportunity?
Thus, Sheyan pulled out his gun.
That terrifyingly powerful M500 revolver.
He then aimed at a 1974 Chevrolet sedan sedan that was about to overtake him, and pulled the trigger!
Although Sheyan's marksmanship was terrible, it wasn't to the extent that he couldn't hit a sedan sedan 3-4 metres away. "Bang!" The 1974 Chevrolet's tires emitted an incomparably sharp screeching sound as it swerved sideways, crashing into a public transport vehicle. Sheyan's right hand was also numb from the immense recoil.
After emptying the M500, Sheyan pulled out his shotgun, coldly aiming at another Ford sedan sedan that was approaching from behind! His actions fell into the driver's eyes, instantly causing the driver to be frightened to the core. Without hesitation, he fiercely turned the steering wheel and stepped on the brakes, instinctively stopping the vehicle horizontally to avoid a direct attack. But he ignored the other vehicles that were speeding behind him!
As a result, two major traffic accidents occurred on this bustling street. The screeching sound of brakes rose and fell one after another. "Peng Peng", as many as ten vehicles crashed into each other. In an instant, the street was completely blocked. The rear vehicles were congested into a long line. 200 metres away, even if the 5 FBI agents were driving at the speed of a Ferrari, they could only get off the car and walk over.
Furthermore, the delay was enough for Sheyan to kill the dying FBI agent 10 times over!
"Yellow pig?"
Sheyan retracted his gaze from the chaotic scene of the car accident, taking a step forward, he raised his right leg high and stomped down. The FBI agent was still able to raise his hand to block, but under this heavy stomp, it was all in vain. He was heavily stomped on in the chest, blood spurting out from his mouth as his body curled up like a prawn.
Sheyan expressionlessly kicked again, one kick, two kicks. He then bent down, using his right hand to grab the neck of this unlucky guy and lifted him up. This FBI agent was already on the verge of death, he could only struggle at death's door as he feebly kicked his legs in the air.
At this moment, the truck finally came to a stop. The driver furiously slammed open the driver's door and crawled out. But after seeing the blood spurting out, his face immediately turned pale as he shrunk back. Coincidentally, the signboard of a shop was right in front of him. Sheyan threw a backhand punch at it. With a loud crash, glass shards mixed with plastic flew out, revealing the steel frame inside. Coincidentally, a rusty iron pipe was pointed straight at him. Sheyan was stunned. Sheyan was stunned for a moment before he threw a punch at the signboard.
"You like to slap people's faces so much?"
"You like gay Sam so much?"
Sheyan ridiculed, the ruthlessness and bloodthirstiness in his eyes intensified. His right hand exerted strength, "Peng!" he smashed the dying FBI agent against the iron pipe! An incomparably mournful scream resounded before abruptly stopping. That blood stained iron pipe pierced through the back of this rosacea agent, and came out from his chest! Bits and pieces of twisted flesh fell off, it looked exceptionally bloody and cruel!
From afar, the 5 FBI agents had already jumped down from the truck. Witnessing this scene, their eyes almost popped out of their sockets. But from a distance of nearly a hundred metres, they could only watch helplessly as this tragedy unfolded. From afar, the criminal on top of the truck coldly laughed, he made a threatening throat-slitting gesture towards them, then he picked up the case and fled.
Blood dripped down drop by drop from above. It was still warm.
Jess who was nailed to the signboard would twitch from time to time, but his life had obviously left this body. His eyes didn't close until he died. His grey and dull pupils were still filled with fear. Probably due to the large amount of blood loss, his large rosacea nose was covered with a layer of grey.
The iron pipe that pierced through his chest was rusty, it was originally dull and dull, but after being stained with blood, it emitted a layer of cruel luster. Donovan raised his head to look at the corpse of his most disliked subordinate, he couldn't help but recall the string of shiny turkey hanging in the supermarket on the eve of Thanksgiving.
“SIR。 James and the rest have already chased after him, they have already caught him. " Hurriedly running over was Corey, he raised his head to look at the hanging Jess, coughing and spitting out a mouthful of saliva.
"Damn it, I just lent Jess a thousand dollars yesterday. Speaking of which, who is this guy we are chasing? He was obviously shot so many times, yet he still fled so quickly! " “
Donovan squinted his eyes.
"I'm afraid he is a veteran from the Vietnam war. These cold-blooded bastards kill without any hesitation, and most of them are mentally ill! The bulletproof vest he is wearing is not something an ordinary person can obtain … … it seems like we have been dragged into a huge whirlpool! " “
“OH,SHIT。 What is this? Los Angeles' version of First Blood? " Corey started to feel indignant, but he obviously had the intention to retreat.
"We don't need to wade into these muddy waters, why not … … ask for help from those guys from Delta?"
Donovan slowly shook his head.
"Those guys from Delta have always been on bad terms with us, when our boss exchanged greetings with their general, he was always eccentric. If we ask them for help after suffering such a small loss, then don't expect boss to look at us in the eye in the future. Furthermore I heard that recently those guys from Delta have also suffered a huge loss, even if we can pull down our face and ask for help, they might not come. "
Corey worriedly gazed into the distance, he clearly exposed a trace of fear.
"Then … … we have to endure?" “
Donovan suddenly became irritated and said.
"The battle damage manual clearly states that unless we meet with an irresistible external force, we can only request for reinforcements when we have suffered 40% casualties. Don't tell me you want me to tell my superiors, that damned criminal is an 'irresistible external force' to six veteran FBI agents who have undergone systematic combat training and firearms training? Oh, shit, I'm still hoping for a promotion in the second half of the year! "
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The correct answer for yesterday's interactive interaction should have been:
Vincent's father is an old lecher.
Because until his death he wanted to join the Mormon religion, and this religion promotes polygamy … …
But because my question wasn't very accurate, those who participated in the activity were rewarded with points.
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