Ning Zhiheng ducked low to avoid the bullets from behind. By this time, he had completely identified the pursuer behind him. With his keen hearing, he had heard Wei Dahai shouting several times.
This is a group of Chinese people trying to assassinate him!
Connecting this with previous intelligence, Ning Zhiheng instantly understood the whole story. This must be the start of an operation by the Shanghai station. This assassination attempt was likely a cover operation. The organizers' design was quite good, knowing how to mobilize the Japanese guards.
However, the fact that he was listed as a target of attack was completely unexpected.
However, the situation is critical now, and it seems that I must do everything I can to protect myself, otherwise being assassinated here by the Shanghai station would be too unjust.
But at that moment, a sense of alarm struck him again, this time so intensely that it terrified him.
Without a moment's hesitation, he crouched forward, and a bullet pierced the rear window, grazing his scalp just above the back of his head. His hair emitted a burnt smell, and the bullet shattered the windshield in front of him.
At the same time, Hirao Daichi also let out a scream. He was hit in the shoulder by a bullet, and his pistol fell from his hand, rendering him unable to fight.
With one tire blown out, the car's speed had decreased significantly, and the distance between it and the pursuing vehicle was closing, making the situation extremely critical.
"President, President, how are you!" Kimura Maki was thrown into a panic when he saw Ning Zhiheng crouching down. If something happened to the president, they would all be doomed.
"I'm fine, you focus on blocking them," Ning Zhiheng said in a deep voice.
He knew he couldn't hesitate any longer, or he would lose his life here.
He reached out and picked up the pistol that Hirao Daichi had dropped, glanced at it, raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet went through the shattered rear window and accurately hit the driver of the pursuing vehicle in the shoulder.
Despite the driver's low body posture, part of his shoulder was still exposed, yet he was still accurately hit. He felt a sharp pain and lost control of the steering wheel, swerving to the side and causing the adjacent car to veer off course. Both speeding cars crashed into roadside trees and came to a stop.
The team members in the vehicle were shaken off balance by the violent impact, and they fell haphazardly inside the vehicle, sprawling on the ground.
Wei Xuehai was also thrown out of the car due to the violent impact, landing on the hood of the car before falling to the ground. He felt a sharp pain in his chest and couldn't get up for a long time.
The sudden turn of events left the pursuing vehicles completely bewildered. When they saw their captain fall to the ground, they quickly braked and prepared to provide assistance.
Wei Xuehai lay on the ground, struggling to turn over, waved his hand, and gritted his teeth as he hissed, "Don't worry about me, chase them, keep chasing them!"
Upon hearing their captain's order, the remaining team members hurriedly resumed chasing after the car in front.
During this brief stop, Ning Zhiheng's car drove a long distance, allowing the people inside to breathe a sigh of relief. They hadn't expected the chairman's shot to be so accurate, taking out two cars in one shot.
"We got lucky this time, but we won't be so lucky next time. Hurry, the police station isn't far, let's hold on a little longer," Ning Zhiheng urged loudly.
No one in the car thought much of it. Of course, the shot was a fluke. They couldn't believe that someone could hit the other driver so accurately at such a high speed, especially with just that tiny bit of open space.
Not to mention them, even the best marksmen in the army would find it difficult to do this, let alone their own chairman, who is a weak scholar. He can handle a pen, but it's too much of a stretch for him to handle a gun. This time, it can only be said that he was blessed by the god of luck!
The vehicles behind them gradually caught up again, and bursts of gunfire rang out once more. The bullets from the rifles were powerful, and several bullets pierced the car's body. Even the back seat was riddled with bullet holes, and the driver let out a muffled groan, not knowing where he had been shot.
Ning Zhiheng crouched down, the sense of crisis lingering in his mind. He couldn't hold back any longer and was about to make another move when the driver suddenly turned the steering wheel, followed by a loud crash.
A series of loud crashes and the sound of police sirens filled the air. Ning Zhiheng looked up and saw that they had finally arrived at the police station at the last minute. The driver stepped on the gas, rammed open the police station gate, and rushed inside.
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