The wanton life of a certain beauty

What is lightning speed?

Holding the roof of the car with one hand, facing the wind of 180 miles per hour, Booker completely realized the meaning of this word at this moment.

so big!

It's a pity that there is no way to change the costume!

Booker thought in his mind, Tyrone's standard shirt is the one with a row of sharp blades, not the neat suit now.

really.

Skin determines the online battle power.

"Shet!"

Booker stood up slowly against the F-level wind: "I should have bought a skin card for secret agent Xin Zhao."

Think about it.

Booker took it out of his pocket. The moment he took it out, a dagger flashing with cold light was already in Booker's hand.

next second!

Cold light appeared.

The blade flashed and arrived in an instant.

"Ok?"

In the pickup truck in front, when I looked at this scene through the rearview mirror, I thought Booker was a clown. When I saw the sudden flash of cold light, I was confused and then took out the gun with my right hand: "Bang!"

The yellow bullet came out instantly.

Bang!

The extremely sharp blade collided with the unpredictable special bullet in an instant.

Tai Lung's extremely sharp blade was evenly matched with the specially made tough bullet of Cross. At the moment of collision, sparks continued to splash out from the position of the blade and the bullet.

"interesting!"

"interesting!"

The eyes of Booker and Cross met in the rearview mirror of the pickup truck. He flipped his right hand and in an instant, Booker took out five blades: "Try this again!"

Cut the weeds!

The five blades shot out instantly, making a whistling sound that broke through the air while spinning at high speed and whizzing towards the pickup truck in front of them.

Not to be outdone, Cross kept his speed parallel to the Chevrolet next to him, while aiming at the five blades whizzing towards him like a harvester, pulling the trigger and firing continuously.

"boom!"

"Bang!"

"boom!"

"Bang!"

"..."

Bullets collided with the whizzing and high-speed rotating blades again.

Sparks fly!

but……

This time, the bullet did not collide with the blade and die together with the blade like before. After all, this time, it was a skill attack.

Buzz!

The high-speed rotating blade is like a harvester. After the bullet of the cross came into contact with it, when it originally wanted to die together with the last time, the rotating and sharp blade split the bullet that was going to die together almost in an instant.

The bullets that killed the warrior before he could escape fell to the ground with clanging sounds.

next second.

"Chila!"

"Fake!"

Cross's eyes narrowed. Almost at the moment when the blade came, the steering wheel jerked to the right, but even so, the sharp and rotating blade tore his left rearview mirror into pieces.

at this time.

Seeing this, Firefox spotted the gap where the cross moved to the right, and with a flick of the accelerator, the sports car that was originally biting behind was smoothly inserted into the middle of the Chevrolet and the pickup truck.

moment.

The FBI's Chevrolet, the Firefox sports car, and the Cross's pickup truck were driving in parallel on Route [-].

The federal agent in the Chevy is numb!

Another carjacker?

Since when did anyone dare to steal FBI vehicles?

Could it be that after Hoover's death, anyone dared to step on him?

"Shet!"

In the back seat of the Chevrolet, the two detectives who were guarding Wesley excitedly reported to them that someone was hijacking the car. However, after hearing the answer that they might not be able to provide support so quickly due to the heavy traffic jam on Route [-], His emotions broke down instantly and he cursed: "We need..."

The words are not over yet.

Bang!

Firefox directly turned the steering wheel to the left side, and the body of the sports car hit the body of the Chevrolet on the left, causing the body of the Chevrolet that was already close to the side to make a sharp and unpleasant sound. , and bursts of fire.

"Hey!"

Booker directly pulled up the roof of the car, pressed his face directly against the windshield, and said loudly to Firefox who was driving: "I'm still on top. The next time I crash, can you..."

Firefox looked expressionlessly at Booker, who was blocking her view. Under Booker's gaze, the steering wheel suddenly turned to the left again.

Bang!

In an instant, the Chevrolet with sparks on the side was completely unsteady. After being hit by the Firefox, the front of the car on the left side hit the guardrail. Then, as the speed stopped, the entire car body began to take off. .

At this time, Booker also opened the car window again and flexibly returned to the car.

"laugh!"

While the Firefox brake was pressed, he looked at Booker who had re-entered the car: "Sorry!"

Booker raised his eyebrows: "Drinking while apologizing makes you more sincere!"

Firefox said nothing, unbuckled his seat belt and opened the car door.

Behind, a Chevrolet fell to the ground with its butt up and its head down. Its four wheels were still spinning at high speed. With a bang, the door of the back seat opened, and a detective with blood on his head looked a little confused. He kicked the car door in a daze, and then tried to climb out of the car onto the road.

A shot goes off!

The agent's body paused, and even before he died, he did not complete the only muffled sound he was currently making.

But this wasn't Firefox's shot.

It's a cross!

Unbuckled his seat belt, opened the car door, and walked out with the same silver M1911 pistol placed on the gear handle in his right hand. With a cold face and a gorgeous move, he aimed at the same parking lot and solved the problem. After finishing the detective, he quickly shot towards the cross where Chevrolet was running.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The bullets fired by Firefox and the bullets fired back by Cross constantly collided in the air, splattering countless sparks.

but……

The strength of Firefox is obviously not as good as Cross.

After just two bullets, Firefox, who was supposed to have the advantage of attacking first, suddenly became a passive defensive position. After the second bullet, Firefox's third bullet had not yet been fired, and the cross was already fired. The one who arrived first fired the third bullet.

moment.

Easy to attack and defend.

Bang!

After dealing with two weird and tricky bullets in succession, Firefox, who originally wanted to block the cross, finally couldn't hold on and took a step back. He no longer chose to shoot down the gun-fighting bullets with the bullets of the gun-slinging technique, but instead used a Turning sideways, close to the sports car, she avoided the bullet that passed over her head at this critical moment.

The bullets spinning at high speed took away a piece of long hair that was too late to dodge with her master.

Firefox, who was hiding against the hood, caught a glimpse of the empty co-pilot inside the sports car and was slightly startled: "Huh?"

and many more!

What about people?

Where's Tyrone?

……