Icebergwoman's male bodyguard

Through the rear-view mirror, he saw three pure white cars coming up from behind, and a police helicopter was following in the sky.

"Ha ha, I'm haunted. I'm going to be a high-speed patrol this time."

Chen Hannan knows that the identity of the vehicle can be seen through the painting of the man-made vehicle. The vehicle with pure white painting belongs to the highway patrol team and is responsible for the pursuit on the highway.

Equipped with vehicles have been modified, fast, horsepower, staff driving technology is first-class.

Among the three cars, one is the modified Dodge Charger, and the other two are the modified Ford Taurus. These two models of modified cars not only have high horsepower and high speed, but also have a reinforced body and strong collision ability.

In accordance with the law of M country, the three vehicles turned on the strong lights to shine on the Buick V8, the red, white and blue warning lights on the roof of the car were flashing, and the loudspeakers began to shout: "vehicles in front, pull over immediately..."

He deliberately played a trick on these self righteous, invincible high-speed patrolmen, always keeping a distance of 20 meters with the three cars, which were completely angered.

As soon as the loudspeakers were turned off, the three cars roared like angry bulls, and the speed was raised to 250 km / h.

Buick V8 also accelerated, still keeping a distance of 20 meters from the three cars, which made the three never defeated cars feel seriously insulted.

The three cars were even more angry.

"Oh, poor little darling, just wait for me to pierce your chrysanthemum."

Driving Dodge Charger staff boric to this unkind Buick V8 made a fierce, the accelerator to the bottom, instant car rushed past.

The roaring voice was louder than just now. The other two cars also increased their speed to the limit this time, and rushed over, one left and one right with Dodge Charger.

The cooperation of these three cars is not a day or two. The Dodge driver boric is responsible for the rear collision of the Buick V8. His long tentacles are twice as long as those of the Victoria crown car patrolling in the city block, like two huge tusks, ferociously trying to tear up the front car.

Two Ford Taurus, one left and one right, were attacking each other on both sides of the Buick V8. They kept turning the steering wheel and bumped the car into the Buick V8 in the middle.

Chen Hannan wriggled around like a cat and mouse to avoid the collision of the three cars, and the distance was still kept at 20 meters.

Through the rearview mirror, he saw boric's face, which was twisted in anger.

"Damn it, are you kidding me? David, it's up to you to blow up that ugly four feet with a shotgun, and then I'll stab his chrysanthemum

"Yes, sir."

David, sitting in the co pilot's seat, picked up the shotgun and rolled down the window.

"Ha ha, such a great skill is not worthy of the name."

He decided not to play any more. By monitoring the encrypted communication channel of the police, he knew that more people were rushing here, and it would be more troublesome at that time.

Chen Hannan looked in the rear-view mirror. The front passenger's window of dodge had rolled down. David held out his shotgun and aimed the barrel at the rear tire of Buick V8.

"I won't play with you. Let's see if your bullet is fast or my car is fast."

He pressed a red button on the wheel.

The Buick V8 suddenly roared twice as loud.

In the earth shaking roar, the Buick V8 disappeared on Highway 66 like a flash of lightning.

Under the series connection of two V8 engines, Buick V8 roared away along the 66th kilometer. The pointer of pulse meter reached the highest point and stuck.

Chen Hannan points the brake and slows down the speed of the Buick V8. The pointer of the pulse meter slides to the position of 200. He presses the red button on the console and a V8 engine stops.

Turn on the car CD, Chen Hannan put on the music, the car atmosphere relaxed.

"Linda, I can't see that you're still a mechanical maniac. The car is about to fly. If it's not too expensive, I really want to speed up and see if the car can fly."

He gave Linda a firm thumbs up.

"Yes, there are so many secrets in this car." Louise, who had been watching Linda fiddle with the equipment in the car, also relaxed. "I've been a professional car maker for 20 years. You can think about it slowly. Two kilometers further, there's a gas station. We can add some gas."

Linda hummed and continued to fiddle with his equipment.

The Buick V8 was driving steadily forward, when suddenly the radar on the car gave a quick and sharp sound.

Radar shows that there are five cars parked in the center of 66 km, 1 km away.

"It's really a dog skin plaster. Let's have a few that we can fight."

Chen Hannan is quite helpless.

"Is there a guy in the car?"

"Big, small? The big one is the red square button. It's specially made by tribal chiefs in the Middle East. It's M134 Gatling vehicle mounted six tube rapid fire machine gun. The small one has Remington, M16. "Linda takes a handful of reminden from the back seat and hands it to Louise.

"No shooting without my orders."

He doesn't want to break up with the police in M country.

"Linda, positioning, navigation."

Chen Hannan did not dare to be careless. He tried his best to fight with the lion and the rabbit. This is the first battlefield survival rule he learned in s special forces.

V8 continues to maintain the speed just now, as if unaware of the danger ahead.

It's getting closer to the five cars.

At a distance of 500 meters, Chen Hannan saw clearly.

Five Chevrolet full-size SUVs are equipped with bright headlights, red, white and blue warning lights flashing on the roof, blocking Highway 66 to death. All the doors are open. FBI agents in bulletproof vests are hiding behind the doors, aiming at the direction they are driving with powerful M16.

Chen Hannan did not slow down. The road ahead reflected a white light in the sunlight.

"Three hundred meters in front, the special spike belt of the U.S. armored personnel carrier, two hundred meters, the tire breaker of the U.S. second generation armored personnel carrier, one hundred meters, the triangular nail row after the U.S. armored personnel carrier"

Linda quickly magnified the picture transmitted by the satellite.

"You have to wade through the minefield ahead!" Looking at the FBI agent, Chen Hannan was angry.

The V8 continues to accelerate and the pulse meter shows 290 kph.

The Buick V8 roared again, roaring forward.

Two hundred meters, one hundred and fifty meters.

The Buick V8 is still accelerating, reaching 380 kph.

Chen Hannan looked at the pulse meter, stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the engine was thoroughly stimulated to its potential.

V8 is crazy, like an angry bull with gunpowder strapped on his butt, red eyes, put up two sharp horns, and rush past regardless.

Where you step, the earth shakes.

"God, is he crazy? Detective York, don't they see the barbed belt under the ground? "

A young FBI agent hiding behind the car turned his head and asked.

"That's the temptation of the devil. He will regret it. The belt will let him go to see Satan with people and cars."

Detective York answered carelessly, with a smile on his face, as if he had seen the high-speed V8 rolling down on the ground, burning and exploding.

All of a sudden, detective York opened his mouth wide and glared at the front with his unthinkable eyes.

V8 rushed through the spike row, without slowing down or hesitation, and dashed through the spike belt.

The sharp nail stabbed into the front tire, and in an instant was violently bent by the rear tire, and the nail belt was ravaged by the mad bull.

"The mantis is pawning the cart!" Chen Hannan feels that he has integrated with the car. He likes the roar of the car.

Linda's excellent performance made him believe that the Buick V8's non pneumatic tire must be the best in the world, and the ten ply stab belt can't stop the car from moving forward.

The armed FBI was stunned, looking at the white steel lightning, dominating Route 66 like a tyrant, waving iron fists at the invaders and launching deadly attacks.

The V8 is still accelerating.

There is no suspense. Violence and wind run over the tire breaker.

Chen Hannan smiles.

In the roar, without the slightest hesitation, without a moment's hesitation, the white lightning flashed to the triangle nail row again.

York felt the shivering of Highway 66, and the White Lightning broke through the triangle nail row in a crushing way.

The agents fired in a flustered and unconscious way. The V8 didn't slow down, and the M16 bullet left only a shallow white mark on the Kevlar bullet proof glass.

The bullet that hit the car body also just left a shallow mark and was bounced away.

This is not a symmetrical gunfight, but another ruthless trample of iron will on human cognitive world.

"God, that's Satan, that's Satan's Mount..."

"God, run..."

The will of the armed agents was completely destroyed.

FBI agents in the back of the car ran off the road.

Chen Hannan used the refitted Buick V8 with a weight of 4 tons to crash, which was the fury of iron fist from the East.

In the roar of a huge engine, in the sonic boom caused by the speed breaking through the sound speed, the V8 smashed the defense of five full-size SUVs and rushed past

"Don't be infatuated with me, I'm just a legend..."

Chen Hannan, who is relaxed, follows the CD in the car, shakes his head and sings out of tune, forgetting that there are two listeners behind him.

Linda covered her ears with her hand. "It's too cruel and inhumane. Don't sing. I'm willing to be punished. I've watched director Zhang's remake of the adventures of the four losers ten times...""Chen, I didn't expect you to sing. It's so beautiful. I'll give you 32 compliments. When will you teach me..." Louise looked at his idol with adoration.

"Brain powder..."

The Buick V8 drives forward smoothly. In Chen Hannan's singing, the atmosphere inside the car relaxes.

"Long, elder, he, they rushed over and left the back to you." Hiding under the road, FBI detective York looked embarrassed, hands trembling and dialed the saint Liszt's phone.