He rode onto the curb, looking for a suitable distance to go up the mountain.
Huo Qi drove against traffic onto the highway, and after two consecutive S-curves, he came to a stop. Yue Zhongqi also got out of the car and ran away.
Oh, and they also had Yu Guangxu, whom they'd caught on the way, in their car. He was handcuffed and struggling frantically.
The indomitable Xiao Aqiang, Lu Zhongqi took the lead, rushed onto the highway but then froze.
Zhang Ziqiang's ability to climb the railing already impressed him greatly, but Chen Rou had somehow caught up with him and followed.
How did she get up there? There's a cliff on the other side. What if the car couldn't jump over and fell down?
Yue Zhongqi was on a run, followed by a large number of motorcycles and cars, their headlights illuminating the road as bright as day, coming from all directions.
Despite his immense worry, he chased after the car, shouting that he hoped Chen Rou would stop.
But for viewers who stayed up all night, this is the Christmas feast they've been waiting for after several hours of waiting, a scene that makes everyone applaud in front of the screen and feel that staying up all night was worth it.
Because from the sudden encounter with the crosswind to the killing of Ah Ming, nearly ten minutes had passed, and Zhang Ziqiang's car speed was no more than 100 miles per hour, giving the two Bentleys and the police motorcycles enough time to catch up.
In Chen Ke's opinion, those reporters should all be arrested and shot, because they can't run fast, but by keeping them in front, their movements are restricted, and it's difficult for them to overtake. Even if they manage to overtake successfully, the other car is better and can overtake them.
As Hu Yong was about to exit the highway, Chen Ke, anticipating a fierce battle, ordered Hu Yong, "Good luck!"
Hu Yong said, "Boss, we're already going very fast. I'm afraid we're going to crash."
He had never been on a plane before and didn't know how fast it was, but he was now traveling at 140 km/h, which was comparable to fighter jet training. He had always been a co-pilot in fighter jets and had never flown one himself. This was the fastest he had ever flown since he was born.
They weren't wearing helmets, and the wind was practically blowing them silly.
Suddenly, a reporter in front shouted: "Hey beautiful, you're so cool, so awesome, beautiful, look at me!"
What Chen Ke and his group saw was less than what the viewers in front of the television could see.
In the dim light of dawn, thanks to the super telephoto lens, they could even clearly see how Chen Rou first put one foot on the motorcycle before lifting it, then stepped on a tree branch before lifting the rear wheel, changing lanes in the blink of an eye, and managing to drive the motorcycle onto the highway guardrail.
Of course, all of that happened in the blink of an eye; to see it clearly, you need to watch it in slow motion afterwards.
But being able to ride a bike on a highway guardrail that's only 15cm wide, about the same width as a tire, is already impressive. Cheung Tze-keung was able to kidnap the richest man, so he must have had some skill, but the female bodyguard was no exception.
Poor Amin died so mysteriously, his body was run over by a car and no one cared.
But the reporter disregarded the wind speed and climbed directly onto the roof of the car, carrying a camera to lock onto the vehicle.
There are no wires, no protective pads, and it's not a film studio; this is a real, authentic motorcycle battle.
It also served as a source of material for film directors for many years to come.
With a few screeching tires, the cars came to a stop, the cameras turned around, and even the top paparazzi carrying cameras were finally scared, exclaiming, "Damn, these are desperate criminals!"
The driver was also yelling, "If we fall, we'll definitely die!"
But the reporter had already jumped out of the car and run to the side of the road: "A once-in-a-lifetime shot, Brother Qiang, jump, jump now!"
He shouted again, "Hey pretty girl, jump! Go for it, up up!"
The highway guardrail was about to turn, but Cheung Tze-keung didn't turn. He picked up his car and rushed out of the guardrail. As the reporter's camera showed him descending, he didn't fall directly off the cliff. Instead, he landed on the lower level of the highway guardrail below the S-curve. He drove steadily for a while before falling. At this point, he was about 9 to 10 meters above the ground when he landed on the rocks.
He was awesome, and the female bodyguard was just as awesome, because she was right behind him. But after her car landed on the guardrail on the first level of the S-curve, it didn't continue to descend but chose to land directly. Every second counted, and the height of her landing was at least 12 meters.
Cheung Tze-keung landed on a relatively flat beach, rolled around in the broken car, and then ran away.
After running a couple of steps, I saw a police officer pointing a gun at me, so I turned around and ran in the other direction.
That was Huo Qi, the only tough guy among all the police officers in Hong Kong. Damn it, he'd been a traffic cop for so long and smelled exhaust fumes for so long and he hadn't gotten lung cancer. He deserved to die. Zhang Ziqiang raised his AK and fired a barrage of shots behind him.
However, apart from a group of police officers, no one paid attention to him; the audience and reporters wanted to see the female bodyguard.
She followed closely behind him and jumped, but jumped faster and landed more dangerously.
The Kawasaki, worth hundreds of thousands, crashed directly into a boulder and disintegrated, scattering into a pile of broken steel and scrap metal.
She was neither killed nor fell to the ground; a loud bang was heard, and her helmet absorbed the impact.
But as the car landed, she climbed with one hand and stopped in mid-air.
Holding her gun in her other hand, she shouted, "Brother Qiang, are we still going to run?"
Because the helmet was already broken and shattered, the sound was exceptionally clear in the dawn light.
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