“Da da da da!!!”
The fierce firepower instantly tilted towards the two cars chasing behind.
Even though the two cars behind were bulletproof, the fierce firepower still blew up the tire of one of the cars in an instant.
The car in pursuit twisted and turned and rushed directly towards the woods next to it, while the other car did not retreat but instead advanced and caught up closely.
"Bang!"
A figure appeared from the skylight without fear of the hail of bullets in front of him, and fired directly. Vodka felt his hair stand on end at that moment, and he immediately twisted his body forcefully.
The bullet broke through the flesh, and drops of blood even splattered on Gin's face.
"Hmm..."
Vodka covered his shoulders in pain, his back already wet with cold sweat.
Although this crazy output just now repelled one of the pursuers, it almost cost him his life.
If it weren't for his instincts from years of wandering around in danger that saved him, he wouldn't have paid the price of being shot in the shoulder.
"Damn it, don't let me know who it is..." Vodka didn't see who it was, and gasped in pain while covering his wound.
In fact, it was Judy who fired the shot, and it was Camille who was driving. The threat level of the two people's cooperation increased sharply.
The two cars chased each other and turned the previously hidden path into the highway. Seeing the normal road ahead, Gin stepped on the accelerator to the bottom in an attempt to shake off the enemy behind him.
But Camel is not good at anything else except driving. Even under the fire suppression from both sides of the Vodka and submachine gun, he still keeps close behind.
"It's really haunting." Gin looked at the enemy behind him who kept shooting as if trying to blow up his tires, and a trace of anger flashed in his eyes: "Vodka, come over and drive!"
Vodka, who was covering his wound and shooting separately, turned his head and was stunned for a moment when he heard Gin's words, then quickly jumped to the passenger seat and took over the steering wheel.
Gin adjusted the driver's seat to the lowest position with a cold face, snatched Vodka's submachine gun and thrust it forward, then moved his body to the back seat.
Avoiding the bullets shot by Judy, Gin went to the other side of the car window and began to calmly fire bullets.
Compared with the irritable Vodka, Gin at this moment was like a precise and ruthless machine. He did not waste any bullet and in an instant he suppressed the two people behind him so that they could not raise their heads.
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