Chapter 411 (1/2)

The front door of the truck opened, and the soldiers in the black special combat suit raised their rifles. The black muzzle pointed to Aisha sitting in the driver's seat.

At that time, almost at the moment of seeing the rifle, Aisha released the gas pedal, slammed on the brake, and hit the steering wheel with both hands.

The sound of toothy friction exploded, the tires rubbed a black paint on the ground, and the two people's cars drifted to the side of the path with an angle of nearly 90 degrees. Meanwhile, the shooter on the opposite side pulled the trigger.

Dada!

Rifles spit fire tongue, by the jump of the spark, Jiang Chen with the remaining light to see two shooters shooting in the carriage.

The glass crashed on the two people, and the loud bullets broke the glass, leaving a series of bullet holes in the car cover. The passers-by on the street gave out a shrill scream and ran away from here. The traffic on the street is also in a mess, rushing to the steering wheel, even into the road.

”Er!”

There was a cry of pain, and blood bloomed on Aisha's shoulder and spread on her white shirt.

”Aisha --!”

Seeing the spatter of blood, Jiang Chen's pupils contracted violently, and his anger rushed into his heart, almost making him uncontrollably crazy.

”I'm fine.”

Biting her silver teeth, Aisha's hands didn't leave the steering wheel, so she drove back to the driveway.

The use of nitrogen shield in a narrow space will lead to suffocation. Jiang Chen and Aisha can only lower their bodies as far as possible to avoid the bullets whizzing overhead.

”To the deep water port.” Jiang Chen gritted his teeth and took out pk2000 from the storage space, and repressed his anger.

”Understand!”

Beyond the rubber fence on the road is the sea. One careless two people may rush into the sea, but Aisha won't let it happen. Even though the pain in her left arm is almost going to make her unconscious, she still clings to the steering wheel.

Fortunately, this short cut to the deep water port is usually empty. On the road, only two of them staged a shooting battle like Hollywood.

The car body gradually stabilized. Jiang Chen smashed the window with a butt on his side. He aimed the muzzle at his back and pulled the trigger.

Whoosh!

However, before he could shoot, the opposite side reacted to it step by step. The shooter, who had climbed to the top of the truck, held his rifle and pulled the trigger out of Jiang Chen's window.

The bullet shuttles past Jiang Chen's hand and stifles him from the muzzle of the gun outside the window. Obviously, these men have undergone special training, and their shooting skills are far beyond that of ordinary soldiers. Even Jiang Chen, who has been through a lot of battles, is also vaguely smelling a trace of danger from the fierce murderous atmosphere.

”Grass NIMA.” Jiang Chen dark scolded, took out the heat feeling grenade from the storage space, and threw it out of the window mercilessly.

The side of the grenade, which locked in the heat source, ejected a flame and made a sudden splash in the air and rushed to the obviously modified van.

The fire exploded. Shrapnel scratched the front of the van. However, these shooters are obviously prepared, not only the car body has been reinforced, but also the glass is bulletproof. The truck went straight through the explosion smoke, roaring the modified engine, and ran after the two men.

Because of blood loss, Aisha's vision has begun to be a little trance, but she still clings to the steering wheel. My eyes are fixed on the winding road. Jiang Chen noticed that there was a layer of sweat on her forehead.

Looking at the chair dyed red, Jiang Chen's heart is dripping blood.

Taking a deep breath, he lowered his head with gloomy eyes.

”Stop.”

”I can still hold on.” Aisha was bleeding her lower lip, and her foot didn't release the gas pedal.

”I said stop, I'm going to kill them.” Jiang Chen's pupil emerged a layer of thin blood.

The blood soaked scarlet sparkled with bloodthirsty anger.

Not far away, a painted black helicopter appeared in the air. Keep parallel to the speed of Santana. Jiang Chen noticed that the Sniper at the window of the car was holding the muzzle of the gun and pointed to it from a distance.

The sniper didn't shoot. Maybe he was worried about shooting Jiang Chen. He didn't shoot.

Obviously, their target is kidnapping, not assassination.

”No... your secret will be seen. It's almost at the port. There's no one there. ” Very rarely, Aisha disobeyed Jiang Chen's orders and said intermittently.

”Grass! Is it you or TMD that matters? ”

Roaring, Jiang Chen kicked the car door.

When she heard that, Aisha's pretty face suddenly turned red.

But before she could savor the warm feeling, she widened her eyes in horror.