The appearance of the extraordinary profession was beyond Fernan's expectations, and he was still a guy with a double extraordinary profession.

More importantly, this guy wants to kill him!

The name of the cursor is Songpa. What does it have to do with Songpa who he killed that time?

Before she could think too much, Fenan suddenly braked and parked the car on the side of the road.

“Wow!”

The long hair was caught off guard and got into the angle between the operating table and the windshield.

"hiss!"

Changmao rubbed her head that was so painful that she stood up straight, and then Fei Nan whispered to him: "Get out!"

"Master, what's wrong?"

Changmao doesn't understand.

"I don't have time to explain, if you want to survive, get off!"

Fernan leaned forward and opened the passenger's door directly, and pushed Changmao down with all his might.

Changmao stood on the side of the road in a daze, looking at the taillights of Fei Nan's car that were quickly leaving, and was still holding half of the cigarette butt in his hand.

He vaguely felt something was wrong. This was the first time he saw such a solemn expression appear on Fernan's face.

Even when facing so many gunmen at Aomon, Fernan was quite calm, but this time, Fernan gave him a feeling of being facing a great enemy.

What exactly happened?

After experiencing a battle with Fernan, Changmao left a deep impression on Fernan's shooting skills. In his heart, Fernan can be called the strongest!

But even Fernan, who is so powerful, feels like he is facing a great enemy, and something very dangerous must be happening.

Changmao was a little hesitant, and Fernan asked him to get out of the car, obviously because he was afraid that he would drag him down.

But just leave like this? Let Brother Nan face the danger alone?

The roar of the engine came from a distance and quickly approached. A Citroen, which was obviously much faster than other vehicles, passed by Longhair and headed towards Fernan's disappearance.

After hesitating for a moment, Changmao suddenly gritted her teeth, reached out to stop a taxi, and jumped in.

"Master, keep up with the car ahead!"

...

Fernan maintained the highest speed and headed west.

Looking at the rearview mirror, a pair of headlights were passing through the traffic behind him, quickly approaching him.

The other party had obviously locked him in.

He reached out and pulled open the storage box. Feinan took out the m9 inside, checked the number of bullets, and stopped entering the back.

A gun, two magazines, a total of thirty bullets, and this amount of firepower was not enough to make him feel at ease.

Unexpectedly, the first extraordinary profession enemy appeared so suddenly.

Unlike a small character like Brother Xia who can be killed by just taking afternoon tea, the pressure of being targeted by extraordinary professions is undoubtedly much greater.

If Li Jie is here, at least you can share some pressure for yourself...

But even if it is not here, Fernan has to deal with this guy today, otherwise it will be a disaster.

He gradually drove out of the downtown area, with fewer vehicles on the road, and the car behind him became even more unscrupulous and followed blatantly.

With the high beam, the rear car gradually approached the rear of Fernan's car, and was still provocatingly honking the horn, very arrogant.

Fenan looked at the rearview mirror. Through the reflection, he could even see the slightly ferocious expression on Liu Sheng's face in the driver's seat.

His subordinates quickly shifted gears, and Fernan directly stepped on the accelerator to the bottom. The engine roared, and the car accelerated again, instantly stretching the distance.

After a while, the headlights were dazzling and the car behind followed again.

This time, the rear car drove directly to the position flush with Fernanping. Asheng looked to the side through the window.

In the night, under the contrast between the light and dim light of the headlights, he could not see Fernan clearly, but could only see a rough outline.

Suddenly, he saw Fernan in the driver's seat raise his hand, and a flash of flames in his hand.

Without any hesitation, he quickly nodded his brakes and the car nodded violently.

when!

The next moment, a bullet hit the b-pillar, and the impact force of the bullet directly hit the windshield and cracked several cracks.

What a accurate shooting technique!

It's him indeed!

Asheng stared at Fernan's taillights, stepped on the accelerator again, and speeded up and caught up.

He had learned from his brothers at the scene in the Inner Harbor of Haojiang that day that the world's gambling king had a superb marksmanship and shot perfectly. The person who was shot was either on the forehead or on the chest.

Later, he even shot his brother Bento's head hundreds of meters away with a single shot through the machine.

Fei Nan almost killed him with this shot just now, but it was equivalent to declaring his identity.

This kind of sharpshooter is not available everywhere.

Anger rose, and the vengeful poisonous snake chewed on his heart, allowing numb blood to flow all over his body, but it did not swallow his reason.

Asheng is very self-aware. He cannot be the opponent of that guy, but he brings a god of death!

In the co-pilot, Songpa sat steadily in the seat. Asheng's sudden brakes just now could not even make his body shake.

He was concentrating on wrapping his fists in his arms.

He held a leather strip about two centimeters wide made of buffalo leather and wrapped it around his hands one by one.

The pants are very flexible and well maintained, and even reflect metallic colors in the night.

The pier was neither tight nor loose, gradually covering the entire back of his left hand and every joint, wrapping it all over the wrist, like wearing a piece of leather armor for his fist.

He bit the rope with his teeth and tied the fist armor tightly. Songpa made the same method and wrapped a layer of fist armor on his right fist.

Songpa's eyes were serious, as if he was doing something extremely sacred.

He was wearing a red sleeveless cloth and shorts, and the tough coarse cloth was tattooed with fine Hinayana Buddhist scriptures.

A golden belt was tied around his waist. Its outer layer was gold foil and the inner layer was cloth with Buddhist scriptures.

He wore a Bajie arm hoop woven with red cloth on his left arm, which was bright red stained with dragon and snake blood.

He solemnly took out a hollow-covered band made of snakeskin and put it on his head. He stroked the amber in the center, which was as yellow as dragon and snake eyes, and his eyes became more and more firm.

Asheng caught up with the car in front again, and the two of them had gradually left the city while they were chasing.

The engine roared, and Asheng clenched the rear of Fernan's car tightly, hoping to wait for an opportunity to overtake and force him to stop.

Fernan changed directions from left to right, pressing him behind him tightly.

But in this way, his car speed will inevitably drop, otherwise frequent changes in direction will directly lead to overturning.

The car gradually approached Dongshan. Fei Nan suddenly pulled the handbrake and turned the steering wheel hard. The tires let out a harsh scream, and the car moved sideways in an instant!

Fernan grabbed the steering wheel with one hand, raised his gun with the other, and pointed to the window on the left. Then, Asheng's front of the car appeared in front of him.

The dazzling headlights made his pupils shrink instantly, and Fernan squinted his eyes and pulled the trigger!

Bang!

Bang!

Two bullets instantly came out of the borehole and flew towards the direction of the pilot position!

Bang!

Bang!

Two gun holes appeared instantly in the windshield!

Asheng buried his head and the speed dropped sharply.

The co-pilot Songpa did not dodge. He stared at Fernan in the driver's seat with a expressionless face.
Chapter completed!