radicalducati Chapter 805: The person who fired the gun was actually Vermouth?
Chapter 805: The person who fired the gun was actually Vermouth?
The moment the bullet tore the glass, Baijiu slammed on the brakes and spun the steering wheel rapidly!
McCarron was confused and instinctively curled up with his arms over his head in defense: "What's going on?!"
Baijiu had no time to respond. "Bang! Bang!" Several bullets attacked again!
Fortunately, the front windshield had been modified with bulletproof material, and the bullet was stuck in the spider-web-like cracks like a branch embedded in a tree trunk.
Baijiu instantly locked onto the source of the gunfire—the bridge overhead! The wheels rubbed against the ground, making a sharp screeching sound. After a brief drift, he exerted force with his knees and slammed the accelerator!
A streak of orange flame erupted from the rear of the vehicle, which was then engulfed in thick black smoke. Like an arrow shot from a bow, the vehicle sped past beneath the bridge arch!
The moment they drove into the shadow of the bridge tunnel, Baijiu braked again, swung the steering wheel quickly, and said in a calm voice: "Everyone get out! Quick!"
Seeing the target disappear, the female rider took a step with her long legs, stepped sideways onto the motorcycle, and neatly stuffed the marksman rifle into the black gun bag underneath.
"Buzz!" The engine roared like thunder! She tightened the throttle and rushed down the bridge from the other end, intending to intercept.
Under the bridge, McAllen and others had just staggered out of the back seat, and before the car door was closed tightly, Baijiu had started the engine again!
He pulled off the hood that was covering Ryan's head and checked his injuries anxiously.
Ryan looked like he had just woken up, with his sleepy eyes half open, his eyeballs moving slowly, and he looked into the void in a trance.
Being so close to death, he could remain so calm and composed.
Even... have the time to sleep?!
Elsewhere, a female rider sprinted out of the bridge entrance on her motorcycle, swooping down a steep flight of ancient stone steps! The steep slope sent the motorcycle careening wildly, relying entirely on her incredible arm strength to maintain control. Her wheels practically brushed the edge of the stone handrail, her body tense and her posture focused like a falcon.
Catching a glimpse of the taillights of the liquor truck ahead, she abandoned all scruples and stepped on the accelerator! The front of the motorcycle suddenly lifted up, risking a huge rollover, and the motorcycle leaped into the air, crashing heavily onto the street!
The drunk driver rammed the street recklessly, knocking over trash cans and lampposts like a game. He swerved under the overpass, leaving Ryan unprepared and hurtling forward. With a dull thud, his nose slammed into the windshield.
The female rider's speed was getting faster and faster, and the street scenes on both sides turned into blurred afterimages.
Ahead, a busy intersection loomed! Several cars whizzed by at high speed. Baijiu took a deep breath, his eyes sharp as a knife. Seizing the fleeting opportunity, he brazenly charged into the traffic!
A black BMW was driving normally, frightened out of its wits by the sudden "arrow," and slammed on the brakes to a stop in the middle of the road. The owner rolled down the window and cursed at the receding taillights of the white wine.
The female rider was blocked by this "black roadblock" and had to slow down and take a detour. She learned her lesson and chose to cut in from the side street, keeping pace with Baijiu.
The motorcycle was incredibly powerful, and after all, a phoenix's tail was stronger than a chicken's head! She quickly pulled out her pistol and fired continuously at the liquor truck!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Baijiu glanced at the newly added bullet hole tracks on the car window glass, and instantly understood - her target was Ryan!
The bullet's trajectory perfectly avoided him, but one thing puzzled him: why didn't they just kill him? If he were dead, wouldn't it be easier to kill him if the vehicle lost control?
The thought flashed through my mind as a car was coming head-on! The distance was less than a meter!
In a flash, Baijiu swerved the steering wheel! The car spun sideways across the street, emitting a sharp friction sound! The car violently rammed a row of electric bikes on the side of the road, narrowly narrowly narrowly avoiding several speeding cars! His eyes were calm as he scanned the several intersections ahead, and he intuitively chose the street directly ahead.
Ryan remained expressionless, as if he was out of the matter.
"Squeak!" Baijiu drifted again at the intersection, its tires rubbing against the cobblestone street, leaving a blurry afterimage behind the car.
There was a heavy flow of traffic ahead, and a head-on collision was imminent! He had no choice but to turn into a narrow old street.
Along the old street, people in open-air cafes sipped coffee and enjoyed the afternoon. They discussed the world situation, casually and deliberately emphasizing their backgrounds, strength, and financial resources, and their manners were elegant.
A "steel behemoth" driven by liquor suddenly broke in!
The "upper class" who had been so elegant just now were instantly horrified and jumped onto the table one after another, not caring that their luxurious leather shoes were soaked in coffee, and huddled together and screamed like a frightened flock of sheep.
Before one wave subsided, another wave arose! The road ahead came to an abrupt end, leaving only a half-meter high stone staircase!
Baijiu's mind raced: At this speed, the car would most likely flip over if it rushed up the stairs! But it was too late to brake!
Half a second later, his eyes flashed and he made a decision!
His left hand tightly gripped the joystick inside the car, his arm muscles bulging and veins popping out! His eyes were fixed firmly on the front!
The car body tilted suddenly, the front wheel left the ground, and the rear wheel followed closely behind -
The whole car leaped into the air and landed steadily on the stone steps!
Baijiu glanced in the rearview mirror. The motorcycle was chasing him relentlessly, like a thorn in his side. He knew that if he were driving a motorcycle, he could do the same thing - the motorcycle was light and accelerated rapidly.
The car drove into a quiet old European-style street. The soft sunlight shone on the light beige old buildings, neatly arranged window frames, and quaint doorways. The roar of the engine was the only noise.
He decisively turned right at the intersection ahead.
However, the female rider did not follow.
She suddenly turned into an archway on the side! On both sides of the archway, the mottled stone pillars told of the years, and the walls were stained with the color of time.
The motorcycle headlights tore through the darkness of the passage, and the strong light was dazzling.
Baijiu turned his head to check the empty streets behind him, and couldn't help but wonder: How could this "dog-skin plaster" be thrown off so easily? He couldn't escape such a dangerous situation just now, and now that he has entered a flat area...
Before I could finish my thoughts, the figure of a female rider appeared like a ghost at the intersection ahead!
She raised her hand and slowly lifted up the black helmet on her head.
Beneath the helmet, a pair of extremely familiar eyes were revealed.
It was Vermouth.