Super Special Forces King

Chapter 754 Bloody Battle in No Man's Land (2)

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"I can't speed up? What should I do? You must think of a way." Sharapova hurriedly urged.

Hearing Sharapova's slightly complaining urging, Zhang Feng did not have the time to quarrel with her, nor did she feel that way.

Frowning, after hesitating a little, he said in a deep voice: "The other party has not fired yet, it means that the other party wants to survive, so we have a chance. Since we do not have the advantage in the car, then we give up the car."

"What are you talking about? Give up the car? Walk? Are you a lunatic, how can we walk to Brasilia on foot!" Sharapova exclaimed.

Dai'er has learned to be smart, and she honestly shut her mouth. She can see clearly that in this three-person team, she is the least effective, even zero, and needs someone to protect it.

"Shut up!" Zhang Feng was also irritated by her words, and directly said without anger: "Now I will drive!"

Sharapova was a little angry, but did not refute Zhang Feng's words.

Zhang Feng turned from neutral on the front seat. Sharapova lifted her upright buttocks and let Zhang Feng get in front of her.

The space is small, Zhang Feng’s thighs inevitably rub against Sharapova’s hips, but he has no fascinating thoughts. After all, there are still people behind who are chasing after him. If this is the case, what can be messed up? Thoughts, that's the real hell.

Sharapova sat in the back seat and picked up the two submachine guns Zhang Feng had placed on the back seat.

Zhang Feng stretched out his tongue, licked his lips, and adjusted the driving mode to manual gear.

Although the operation of automatic transmission is simpler, it cannot do subtle operations.

The speed was slightly slowed down after unloading the gear and reducing the oil. Since your own car is not the opponent's opponent in terms of speed, there is no need to blindly drag racing with the opponent.

One side slows down, while the other side continues to accelerate. The two are facing each other, and the car behind quickly shortens the distance between the two.

The man sitting in the co-pilot behind the Grand Cherokee was white, with a beard and fierce eyes.

The corner of his mouth sneered and said: "Give the other side a warning. How can you not return the color when you shoot at us."

His words were transmitted to the two cars on both sides through the headset.

There were only two people in the Grand Cherokee, and four people in the sedan on the left and right.

They were all ordered to lower the window, and the hand and half of the body carrying the automatic rifle protruded out of the body.

Accompanied by the frantic roar, he frantically pulled the trigger at the SUV driven by Zhang Feng.

Accompanied by the violent gunfire, the bullet whizzed and leaned on the body.

The windshield at the back shattered into glass particles at the sound, but Sharapova realized that it was not good for the first time, and lay tightly on the seat.

The glass particles fell on her body, rising through the skin from the clothes.

Dai'er had never felt that death was so close to herself, screaming loudly, holding her head in her hands, her body curled up on the seat.

The stress response from her subconscious horror minimized her injury area.

Zhang Feng didn't have any reaction. The other party's pouring shot didn't have much precision at all.

And there is a seat behind the body, as long as it is not too unlucky, it will not be shot by the stream.

However, Zhang Feng realized one thing from the opponent's crazy shooting, that is, the other party didn't want to keep alive!

That is to say, the other party did not rush to Sharapova, there may only be one remaining, and that is to kill Dai Er.

Looking at the terrified Dai'er involuntarily, Zhang Feng also sighed for her.

A girl her age should enjoy a leisurely life and bitter love in school, but now she is facing merciless killing.

The reason for everything is her identity!

"Zhang Feng, the other party doesn't want to stay alive at all!" Sharapova exclaimed.

"Don't be too much nonsense! Prepare to listen to my orders!" Zhang Feng shouted.

Although the situation was urgent, Zhang Feng didn't panic too much. The opponent's firepower was fierce, but not fatal.

When driving the vehicle, the oil is still being collected slowly, and the speed of the vehicle seems stable, but in fact it is accelerating continuously.

Slowly decelerate like this, even if the car behind doesn't notice it.

The distance between the two sides keeps getting closer, two hundred meters, one hundred and eighty meters, one hundred and fifty meters... one hundred meters... eighty meters... sixty meters.

He can even see the expression on the opponent's face clearly from a distance.

Just when the distance between the two sides was fifty meters, Zhang Feng suddenly unblocked, collected the oil and braked!

The SUV brake device made a sore sound because of the sudden braking, and the tires showed long brake marks on the road.

The car behind was caught off guard!

The Grand Cherokee is right behind the SUV. The braking distance of 50 meters is not enough. Such a fast distance will inevitably lead to a rear-end collision!

Although the white-faced man sitting in the co-pilot wanted to kill, he didn't want to die with him.

"Get out, get out!"

The driver slammed the steering wheel and stepped aside.

But the side is the car. The car was too late to respond and didn't give way in time. The sides of the two cars suddenly rubbed against each other, and clusters of sparks sputtered everywhere, making a sound of metal tearing, which made the teeth sour.

Everything was in Zhang Feng's expectation, and he shouted: "Sharapova, get ready!"

Although there was a scratch, neither the Grand Cherokee nor the car had an accident. After a little adjustment, it stabilized and started to brake.

The same is true for the car on the other side. The rear window is still on, and the black man is holding a gun, frantically shooting at Zhang Feng's fast-decelerating car.

The bullets left finger-thin bullet holes on the car body, and half of the car body was almost hit like a hornet's nest.

They braked later and were faster, so when the SUV stopped, they were still moving forward fast by inertia.

When the two cars passed by, Zhang Feng suddenly shouted: "Do it!"

Sharapova, who was always crawling on the back seat, stood up suddenly, holding the submachine gun in her hand, and pulling the trigger frantically with her fingers.

With a gun in his hand, the black man leaning out of the window stared with big eyes, hurriedly trying to retract his body, but it was too late!

The bullet fired by the MP5 directly exploded the SUV window, whistling and leaning on the black man.

The body of the black man was trembling constantly, and the blood blossoms bloomed mercilessly, and the splashed blood was swept back by the wind.

Finally, his body was hung on the window, half of it stuck to the window, and half of it remained in the car.

All three cars rushed to the front of Zhang Feng's SUV, and Zhang Feng suddenly shouted, "Get off!"