End of the Sky (Multiverse's End)

The game between the top assassins is extremely dangerous, especially Cross and Firefox. They have the ability of bullet time and can deliver fatal blows from various weird angles at any time.

Both of them are aware of this point. Firefox is the one being pursued, and he is very passive if he cannot get rid of the cross, and it is difficult to fight back. Although the cross doesn't need to drive the car himself, but his son is in the hands of the other party, so it is inevitable that he will be a little bit cautious.

Seeing the box truck in the rearview mirror getting closer and closer, Firefox slammed the steering wheel in his hand, and the Dodge-Viper rushed directly from the fast lane into the reverse lane, driving in the opposite direction.

Firefox kept changing the steering wheel to dodge, dodging cars coming from the front, which frightened Wesley. The strong lights made him dizzy, and the piercing horns were all around his ears. He felt unprecedented in the first half of his life. stimulation.

The speed of life and death, a little carelessness can result in a car crash and death.

On the other side, the van followed closely behind, constantly performing coquettish moves on the reverse road, perfectly avoiding the fast-moving cars. Russell swayed his body along with the explosive music, yelling and shouting to the beat. BABY's superb driving skills allowed him to do a job with ease. Holding the steering wheel in his hand, he felt omnipotent, as if he owned the whole world.

Cross had a strong tolerance in his heart, realized that Russell was a super driver, and immediately raised his gun to shoot at the supercar, and soon he hit the rear tire, slowing down the speed of the supercar.

"Oh, my God! He's catching up, we're going to die!" Wesley screamed in horror, as if he was beaten with a sap from behind while picking up soap, surrounded by a dozen strong black men.

"Quiet!"

A cold light flashed in Firefox's eyes. She has never been a passive woman. She likes to ride... Ahem, she likes to take the initiative. Under Wesley's puzzled eyes, she smashed the front windshield with a gun, handed the steering wheel to Wesley, and then turned over and crawled out.

With two guns in hand, Firefox hooked one foot on the steering wheel and the other on the window frame, laying on the hood with his back, and launched a counterattack at the van behind him.

Firefox's favorite gun is a modified Browning M1911 with orchid tattoos, lion totems, ivory grips, muzzle devices and extended magazines. The 11.5MM caliber bullet is powerful, even surpassing most submachine guns, and it can be fatal even if it misses a vital point.

Firefox's M1911 is both violent and beautiful, and it is one of the most perfect works in pistols.

She held a submachine gun in her other hand, and the two guns fired continuously, and the firepower instantly suppressed the cross.

Looking at the two strong and tight long legs in front of him, Wesley forgot to scream. He was not fascinated, but he accidentally shed two nosebleeds.

"Tsk tsk, it turns out to be a big beauty! Your son is very lucky. In terms of the big beauty's current posture, her two thighs just clamped his head." Russell put on his upper body, concentrated on driving the van, and said Don't forget the flamboyance.

"Shut up and focus on driving!"

"It's been on all the time!"

Cross raised his gun to fight back, and Russell stopped teasing. Whenever he felt a sense of crisis, he would turn the steering wheel to dodge. The box truck was like a sprinting snake, but its winding speed did not decrease at all. The distance from the Dodge-Viper The snake is also getting closer.

Seeing that he was about to catch up with the red supercar, Cross couldn't help showing a smile on his face. The brotherhood wanted to take his son away, but there was no door. However, at this moment, urgent sirens sounded from both sides, the cross glanced left and right, and more than ten police cars were rounding them up.

Although these police cars were quickly thrown out of sight and could only eat Russell's exhaust, Cross knew very well that there must be road cards ahead, and there might be armored explosion-proof vehicles.

"Damn it, the cops are so efficient, they haven't been so fast before!" Cross looked displeased.

Russell rolled his eyes, the former guy didn't want to talk now.

On the red supercar in front, Firefox gave up the counterattack due to lack of ammunition, turned over and climbed back to the driver's seat, pushed away the upright Wesley, turned the supercar into the normal driving lane, and tried to use the police car to fish in troubled waters.

Russell then drove into the normal driving lane. When turning, he skillfully shifted into gear and leaned up a little bit. This distance was already within the range of the cross, but a police helicopter appeared in the sky at some point, and its searchlights shot directly at the van.

Russell frowned: "The situation is a bit wrong. If I read correctly, the police seem to be targeting us!?"

Without raising the head of the cross, he replied directly: "It must be Sloan. He has a relationship with the congressman. There are people from him in the police station."

"How about it, do you want to continue chasing?"

Cross expressionless: "Chasing!"

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three bullets were fired in a row, and time seemed to slow down. The special threaded warhead crossed the arc and killed the remaining three tires with precision.

The tires suffered a critical blow and fell off and were thrown out. The red supercar was only left with the wheels, but it was still galloping stubbornly, but at a slower speed.

Russell slammed on the accelerator, no, the accelerator had already been pressed to the bottom, the van directly hit the rear of the Dodge-Viper, and rushed forward against it.

Boom! Boom!

When Firefox turned around, two bullets were fired, Russell lowered his head to dodge, the van slowed down, and retreated a certain distance.

Russell dissatisfied: "What are you doing, cover me!"

Cross unwillingly glanced at the red supercar: "There are snipers nearby, they are killers from the fraternity, let's leave!"

When Russell heard this, he immediately bowed his head and bowed his head, without asking where the sniper was. Cross is a professional in this area, and it was not his turn to question.

Seeing a row of police cars forming a roadblock from a distance, and two black armored explosion-proof vehicles pressing down like giant beasts, Russell knew that he would not be able to chase Wesley back tonight. Even if they recover, the weapons and equipment of the two of them are not enough to successfully retreat, not to mention that there is a helicopter in the sky, shooting a few bombs at will is enough for the two of them to drink a pot.

Russell slammed the steering wheel, and the van flicked sideways, and at the same time as it entered the sidewalk, it turned around and rushed straight out.

Looking at the abandoned cross in the rearview mirror, Firefox couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief, and stepped on the brake.

The Dodge-Viper's braking system... is not good. No one has ever been able to make an emergency stop when this car is driving at high speed, so the red supercar finally crashed into the police car blocking the road. As for the two rows of car studs arranged by the police, the red supercar with only metal wheels remains the same.

Four policemen in special police gear rushed forward, and the two pointed their guns at Firefox and Wesley, who were responsible for escorting them into the explosion-proof car. Firefox cooperated in the whole process, and the special police did not make things difficult for her. Instead, Wesley was clamped behind his arms and handcuffed.

In the explosion-proof car, Firefox took back the M1911 from the lean black special policeman, sighed and leaned back on the seat, the encounter tonight was not very pleasant.

The black special police officer is a core member of the fraternity, the "gunsmith". He ignored Wesley's damn expression and asked directly, "Firefox, you almost failed, what's going on?"

Firefox couldn't bear to look back, and supported his forehead and said: "Cross has found a powerful driver from somewhere, I have never seen such a perverted driver..."

"Okay, you report this to Sloan yourself, and we will take Wesley back first."

On the other side, Russell drove a box truck away from the police car behind him, but the helicopter in the sky followed him like a shadow. He drove the truck into the downtown area, stopped and got into the crowd with the cross, and soon disappeared.

The two took a taxi to make a detour, Cross found a car in a remote garage, and Russell drove back to the factory building.

This time, Russell's speed was much slower, and the 'Character Card: BABY' had expired. Unless it was drawn again, it would be difficult to reverse the car.

But it doesn't matter, for a god-level driver like BABY, losing a little experience is enough for Russell to pretend to be an old driver.

【Ding! The host acquires the skill: Vehicle driving proficiency! 】

Not a one-time skill, but permanent.

[Skill: Proficiency in vehicle driving (there is still a distance from the master and the car god, but in the eyes of Mengxin, you are already an old driver who is out of reach)]

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