Ace of the Dragon Division
Chapter 881
Chapter 881: I lose if I hit đ§đđ˛đweđnoŃľđl.đođŽ
Seeing that the car behind them was about to catch up, the driver couldnât care less. He suddenly stepped on the brakes, opened the back door, and pulled Lin chuxue out. This was his last life-saving straw, and he had no other choice. After Lin chuxue was pulled out, the agent had a gun pointed at her forehead. The agent knew that his broken car wouldnât be able to outrun the sports car, so he had a plan in his mind and could only temporarily threaten Lin chuxue to protect himself. Before diesel and Dulsonâs car even got close to the agent, Lin chuxue was in front of them. They pointed their guns at her head, pulled the trigger, and shouted,ââIâll kill her if you take one more step!â âWhat are you doing?â The command center was anxious. The higher-ups had instructed that this woman must be kept alive. âI need backup. Only then can I control the situation. Otherwise, I will die, they will take my people away, and the mission will fail.â âHow much more time do you need?â the agent asked the headquarters. âTheyâre almost there. You must hold on. This woman canât be taken away by them.â âI understand. Thatâs why I can only do this.â The agent said in a low voice and pulled the trigger of his pistol to let the two people opposite him know that he was not joking. Diesel and Dulson stayed in the car and didnât come out. They just watched the agent nervously step back a little. This Special Agent hostage-taker was very professional. He covered his vital parts with Lin chuxueâs body, and the exposed parts werenât enough to kill him. âDo you think this guy can survive?â Diesel smiled and asked Dulson beside him. âYou can kill it? Arenât you afraid that heâll hurt sister-in-law?â Dulson frowned, afraid that diesel would take the risk. Diesel laughed.âIâm guessing that Big Brother Cheng wouldnât let him live after what he did to sister-in-law.â The two sides confronted each other for about 10 minutes, and the agentâs back was covered in cold sweat. His forehead to the fingers of the arm holding the gun were all covered in sweat, and it was enough to show how nervous he was at the moment. He didnât even dare to expose his head for fear of being shot by the other party. He could only hide behind Lin chuxue and raise Lin chuxueâs palm to see if the other party moved. If the other party wanted to shoot at his eyes, they would definitely shoot through Lin chuxueâs palm, and he was confident that these people wouldnât do that. At that moment, the military helicopters and police cars from the headquarters arrived from afar. âLetâs retreat. â Diesel said to Dulson. Dulson nodded, turned the steering wheel, and stepped on the gas towards the road in front. The characteristics of the sports car came out at this time. It would take some time for the helicopter to catch up from a long distance. By the time they caught up, the people in the sports car would probably be gone. Seeing the car leave, the agentâs legs almost gave out. The police cars arrived one after another and sealed off the road. They disposed of the bodies and the scene of the explosion. After the agent handed Lin chuxue over to another officer, the officer said to him,ââYouâve worked hard!â The agent heaved a sigh of relief. He kept swallowing his saliva and taking in deep breaths. He had almost suffocated during the ten minutes of confrontation. After Lin chuxue was taken away by the other police officers, the culprit agent who held Lin chuxue hostage didnât even notice that he had entered Chekhovâs sniper scope! Chekhov had already locked onto him with his sniper rifle from a distance, and the corners of his mouth curled up.ââIf you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being too rough just now. The leader is very angry!â Then, he pulled the trigger. Just as the police surrounded the scene and were busy taking stock of the commotion, just when the agent thought that he had just brushed past death and saved his life with his wisdom, just when he thought that the majority of the people had arrived and it was relatively safe, a gunshot broke the silence of the night. It was the last song of the night after the explosion just now. When a bullet went through the agentâs head, it also became his last song! The officer who was patting the agent to calm him down did not expect that the agentâs head would be pierced right in front of his eyes. Fresh blood splattered all over his face, and he was dumbfounded. âSir, get down. Thereâs a sniper.â The first thing the soldiers did was to push the officer away and hide behind the car. âAttention, Air Force,â someone picked up a communicator.âThereâs a sniper within a thousand meters in our 70-degree direction.â The military helicopter that was going to chase Dulson and diesel had no choice but to turn around and chase Chekhov, who was the closest. Diesel and Dulson both heard the gunshots in the night sky, and diesel smiled.ââSee, I guessed that the agent was dead for sure. I think big Brother Chengâs text was already sent to Chekhov when he strangled sister-in-law. We were in a confrontation for about ten minutes, and it was easy for the godly driver Chekhov to get here. We took twenty minutes to get here, and ten minutes is enough for his technology. Believe me, these two helicopters might not be able to catch up with Chekhov, and heâll show them what speed and passion are. â âGreat,â Dulson said.âHeâs attracted the combat helicopters.â Diesel: âthis military helicopter is useless. Chekhovâs direction is towards the center of Londonâs big city, so they canât fire and chase him there. Donât worry about him, heâll get rid of the helicopter. Letâs go, letâs go back.â Chekhov, who was speeding in the car, did enjoy it. A helicopter not far above him shone its headlights on his car, and Chekhov made a crazy voice,ââWow! Come on, if you hit me, Iâll admit defeat!â The soldiers on the plane saw that he was heading towards the London Bridge and knew that things were not looking good. âStop him. Donât let him enter the city. Otherwise, we canât shoot anymore.â A man with a machine gun opened the door of the helicopter and aimed the muzzle at the land screecher. Without a word, he fired wildly. Because it was high up in the air and the distance was a little far, the wind resistance must be very high, and the bullets were naturally biased, so the speed must be slightly slower. However, this speed was good enough for Chekhov to use ultrasonic feedback, so before the bullets hit his body, he could already turn the steering wheel and frantically avoid those dense bullets. Wherever his car passed, the lime of the asphalt road was lifted up, and many bullet holes appeared on the road. âHurry up! Heâs about to enter the city center!â A soldier yelled at the guy in the helicopter impatiently. The helicopter pilot saw the bridge in front of him and smiled bitterly.ââSit tight!â He could only fly higher, but in this case, it was even more difficult for bullets to hit the fast-moving Chekhov. After the helicopter crossed the bridge, they were already in the city. However, Chekhov rushed into a densely packed house with a particularly large population, and the helicopter suddenly lost sight of him. âSH*T!âThe few soldiers on top of the helicopter could only curse and kick things inside!