Its primary function is to protect against artillery shell fragments.
I put on a bulletproof vest under my clothes, got in the car, and set off.
Sitting in the back row, he held Su Ya's small hand tightly, while Su Ya leaned on Xing Baohua's shoulder, as if enjoying a sweet moment.
Shortly after crossing the river, Xing Baohua's car was suddenly impacted. Xing Baohua's large physique pushed Su Ya to the other side of the car door.
Su Ya screamed in pain. Still shaken, Xing Baohua couldn't get up for a while. Once the car stabilized, he braced himself against the door, creating a space for Su Ya.
"Where are you injured?" Xing Baohua quickly asked.
"It's nothing, it's just that my arm hurts," Su Ya gasped, her face contorted with pain.
Xing Baohua patted the driver's seat: "To the hospital, Changhai Hospital."
Xing Baohua's first thought was that place, since there were two patrol teams stationed there, making it the safest place.
As for what just happened, Xing Baohua doesn't need to worry about it; the cars in front and behind will handle it.
Immediately afterwards, Xing Baohua took out his phone and called Captain Han; "I've been in a car accident and am on my way to Changhai Hospital. The accident happened at the Yangtze River Bridge."
"Who is injured?"
"My wife."
"that"
"..."
Xing Baohua hung up the phone without explaining, which was extremely awkward. Fortunately, her phone was set to have a low volume, so she could hear it anyway.
The candybar phone he designed back then could be heard from ten meters away; if the speaker was turned on, the noise was comparable to a village loudspeaker.
While comforting Suya, he also informed the guards in front of him about the situation.
Eight people got out of the cars in front and behind, all armed with weapons, and cautiously approached the black Santana that had been involved in the crash. Once they were close, the Santana started, quickly turned around, swerved to avoid the cars in front and behind, knocked down several cyclists and a motorcycle, and sped away.
Everyone quickly got into the car, and the two cars in front and behind quickly followed. No matter the Santana's performance, speed, or even the thickness of its steel plates, it couldn't match the Mercedes-Benz that Xing Baohua had equipped for his guards.
Captain Han's men weren't too far away. They contacted the people in the cars in front and behind them by phone, found out their approximate location, and then led their men to follow.
The way to force it to stop is to crash into it. Anyway, the Mercedes is sturdy; why bother with driving skills? A direct side impact is best; the thickest parts of the Mercedes are its four doors.
The chassis is heavy and has a very solid grip; it barely shakes after a few collisions. In contrast, the black Santana's side is already flattened.
When someone was riding a bicycle, the driver slowed down. When there were fewer people, the driver started to bump into them. After a few times, the two Mercedes-Benzes ended up one in front of the other, squeezing the Santana in the middle.
The Mercedes in front braked suddenly, and the Santana behind accelerated slightly, squeezing it into the middle. The rear and front of the car were clearly deformed.
The Santana driver kicked open the door and ran towards the riverbank.
After running a few steps, I turned around and saw the person in the Mercedes-Benz opening the door. I decisively took out a metal lump from my pocket and banged it open twice.
Both shots hit the bulletproof glass, leaving only a net-like pattern.
"They're armed, be careful. .45 caliber, can penetrate body armor at close range, keep your distance." The guard who had just opened the car door saw the bullet holes on the window and quickly warned his colleagues.
.45, not available domestically, clearly an imported product, mostly the US version.
.45 is an imperial unit, which is equivalent to 11.48 mm in diameter, while the standard diameter in China is usually 9 mm.
This thing is powerful; it can kill an adult wild boar in one go.
At close range, it can penetrate ordinary bulletproof vests. Even if it doesn't penetrate them completely, it can still cause some injury to the person, such as broken ribs, and it's normal to get bruises all over.
With just that reminder, the young man driving the Santana had already sped more than fifty meters away.
Due to some domestic restrictions, the guards didn't have any long weapons; they only had short ones with a range of about fifty meters. They were confident they could hit them, but there was no need; they had to capture them alive.
Keep your distance and follow.
Captain Han and his team arrived five minutes later. The driver who stayed behind to watch the car gave them a general direction, and they followed him and ran towards the riverbank.
Captain Han learned that the other party was using a .45 diameter tooth, and his back alveolar ridges were a little sore.
Look at my team members, none of them came wearing bulletproof vests, how could they have time to go back and put them on! Let's hurry up and chase after them.
The riverside is nice! There are few people, but that's about it. Captain Han can occasionally hear a few gunshots.
Before long, Xing Baohua's guards appeared, crouching low and trying to keep their height low, slowly following the dark figure in front of them. Judging from his build, he looked like the tenant the landlord had mentioned.
Well, I thought he was already far away, but who knew he still wanted to strike Xing Baohua. He didn't even bother to find out that the kid had modified his car into an armored type. Trying to ram him with a regular car is like throwing an egg against a rock. The best way would be to get a tank or an anti-tank mine or something.
Even rocket launchers don't work.
As they ran, the distance between them was about 100 meters. There were fishermen, elderly women taking walks, and tourists scattered along the riverbank. Captain Han was worried that someone from the other side might suddenly appear as a hostage.
He waved his hand, signaling everyone to stop.
"There aren't many people around here, snipe my leg first," Han said to a teammate behind him.
They're unrestricted; they have all sorts of guys.
I didn't bring a sniper rifle, but I have plenty of Type 81 rifles.
Adjust the sights slightly, kneel and aim. A perfectly standard shot, a leg kick from over 100 meters is too easy for the Bayi bar.
Normally, we practice target shooting at 100 to 200 meters, with a maximum of around 500 meters.
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