Derek must admit that when the small Mexican and the bald pair were in the same position, he was helpless with the other party. Even when he was at the peak of the Homeland Security Bureau, he would never have hope of winning against these two people.

If a special forces are strong, it is because of its cooperative combat, it can achieve an effect of 1+1>2.

Buzz!

The car increased its power and moved forward. In the car, Drek's body was swaying left and right. Unlike normal people who walked on a broken road that would curse, they tried to reduce the speed of the car to avoid damage to the car body. The tyrant never lowered the speed at all, no matter how difficult the distance was to go.

On a rainy night, the police car smashed the completeness of the drizzle in the bumps, as if it was suddenly coming to this world, and like a beast, it was about to tear everything apart.

The small Mexican heard the sound of cars getting closer and closer behind him and began to pay attention to the distance from where the sound came from. When the car approached, the impact of the slight cushion of the earth slope and the sound of rain falling into the puddle and splashing rain came into his ears, the ak47 made another appearance on a rainy night as his body turned.

The trained person will not accept his fate like an ordinary person in times of crisis. The small Mexican has been trained for many years. The natural reaction he cultivates is to fight back, and to use the experience accumulated by countless people in danger to complete the reversal.

Raising the gun, the small Mexican believed in his hand very much. The second he raised his hand to the corresponding position had already begun to pull the trigger. At such a close distance, he didn't even need to aim.

He didn't want to be arrested, nor did he want to be restricted by the police car in front of him. At this time, the current situation forced him to make the same choice as the bald man.

Scream...

After stepping on the brake, Derek slammed the steering wheel. Facing the other party's gun, his anger was so angry that he quickly calmed down. Years of practical experience told him that when a person chooses to be irrational in a very dangerous situation, the result that awaits him is death.

The police car started to shake its tail suddenly on the Gobi Desert, and the butt was swung horizontally from behind. On the way, countless potholes shaking the entire car mat several times. If it weren't for the large earthblocks, the car probably would have overturned directly when it shook its tail.

Derek didn't want to play tricks. All he wanted was the bulletproof door on this side facing the muzzle. This was the best choice in dangerous situations. Of course, since you chose to reduce the pressure of the bullet, you must face the danger of the Gobi terrain.

Da da da da da da da da da.

Bump...

Click!

The sound of gunfire, the sound of bullets hitting the car door, and the sound of the car slamming the tail appeared almost at the same time. The whole picture was from the small Mexican hanging on Heisenberg, intending to exhaust him and directly overwhelmed the two sides to fight for their lives, as if after the slow motion of the movie, the whole plot suddenly entered the top, and the sudden feeling was full of shock.

only!

Ak47 fell into silence with four sounds. In that second, Derek and the small Mexican looked at each other at the same time. The whole picture quickly triggered the battle to a moment of stillness as if it had experienced a whole cycle of reincarnation.

In the same second, the small Mexican shook his hand and threw down the ak47 with his other hand stretched out toward the back.

If the small Mexican had a camera behind him, everyone would see that murder was professional and amateur through the broadcast. He reached out and reached out to the position where the pistol was placed on the belt. This position must have been finally determined after many practices, otherwise it would not be so convenient. At the same time, his clothes were not covered on the pistol, but on the pistol, which would allow the pistol to be pulled out without any obstacles.

Judging from the small Mexican action, he is better than any of the priests, and is much more professional and calmer than everyone in the black gang, including Omar.

Buzz!

Just as the small Mexican threw the ak47 down, Derek immediately blew the accelerator and waited for the rear wheel of the car to throw out the soil created by the rainy night. The tyrant's hand speed was no slower than that of the small Mexican, and the gears were changed in one go.

Scream...

The rear wheel slipped in the mud several times in a row and finally threw out all the soil and hit the Gobi land, the car suddenly rushed out.

bump!

The gunshots and the car rushes out.

The two of them acted as precisely as filming. When the bullet was shot out from the muzzle by gunpowder, the car rushed out of the mud, and the bullet rubbed against the front window and hit the gap between the front and rear doors of the car body.

bite.

Mars jumped, and the front and rear doors of the police car had cracks of varying degrees under such a strong impact.

This is not a stunning movie stunt. The moment the bullet hits the car, Derek's first reaction was to lower his head when the sound came. He didn't even have time to watch the road in front of the car window, so he reached out to touch his head.

This is a life-threatening thing!

A desperate Mexican and a tyrant in the town police station that exploded completely in anger.

The car rushed out. After looking up, Derek found that he was not injured. He pressed the button with one hand and lowered the window. Then he took out a pistol and put it on his arm. He quickly turned the steering wheel without even having time to breathe.

Whoosh.

The police car turned the front of the car and began to circle along the Mexican buttocks. The Mexican didn't have time to think too much, so he squatted down and then began to roll wildly along the mud under his feet.

Touch, bump!

Derek fired, just as the car was walking around the Mexican, but he didn't expect the little man to be so flexible, and he didn't expect the little man to have such rich experience in close-range shooting!

In fact, just now, the other party just looked back at the car and would be dead. Even if Derek shot while the car was moving, he would have 100% certainty to hit the other party's torso, just...

Squirt.

Derek stepped on the brakes, and the car rubbed horizontally on the mud before slowly stopping. On the other side of the car, the surface mud was completely splashed by two tires.

bump.

Another gunshot was heard, and the gunshot was disturbing the mind and spreading farther and farther in the Gobi Desert.

The situation is stable now. The showdown between Derek and the small Mexican is not that anyone who has the best marksmanship can win. They are waiting for each other to make mistakes!

From the perspective of a small Mexican, Derek has a bulletproof police car with a front door and a bulletproof vest, which is equivalent to hiding in a fortress. However, he does not have an advantage, that is, Derek can only rely on the movement of the car when aiming, otherwise the aiming line will never exceed the fan of the window's diffusible range. In other words, the other party is not as flexible as him. Therefore, the small Mexican used squats and rolls to avoid Derek's aiming fan. With the two of them being so close, this is the best dodge he can do.

At the same time, when he was lying on the mud for the last time after he rolled, the small Mexican was lying on the ground with guns in his hands waiting for Derek to make a mistake.

That is when Derek thought he could stop and shoot in a stable condition, he only had to step on the brakes.

As he wished, Derek stepped on the brakes. He watched the small Mexican roll on the ground, and all he thought was to stop and kill the other party. Unexpectedly, before he could wait for the focus of the star, the other party had already shot.

In Derek's eyes, the small Mexican man was lying on the ground and aimed diagonally above. Needless to ask, the opponent was aiming at his own head within a distance of less than ten meters. A special forces soldier who was lying on the ground with a stable shooting environment aimed at the opponent's head. This situation was impossible to escape.

Lost.

Derek must admit that he is old!

He found that his combat ability was not only unable to fight against the two Mexicans with 1+1>2, but also unable to win with absolute advantage in close shooting battles.

honor?

anger?

revenge?

Derek didn't have these things in his mind, and he had only one idea that became clearer and clearer... Will he die?

Sorry!

A crisp sound woke Derek up. At that time, he was gasping for breath and blinking his eyes twice. He was not dead, not only did he not die, but no special feeling came from his body.

The small Mexican was also surprised, but in a flash he understood his mistake. He aimed at Derek when the brake sound came out. The distance he rubbed out on the mud after the police car was braked was not estimated. When the police car could not hold on the mud in an instant but had gone out for a distance, this precise shooting aiming at the head was very prone to errors caused by distance changes.

"ah!!!!"

Derek didn't know where the strength came from, his muscles were tense in an instant, and he yelled wildly and pulled the trigger when he was about to die.

Touch, touch, touch, touch!

Four guns shot in succession.

He had a different goal from the small Mexican. The other party had to shoot him in the head to be considered a victory. Derek aimed at the back of the Mexican lying on the ground, regardless of his head and butt.

Fortunately, Derek's accuracy was still there. After the bullet drilled out of the barrel, each shot hit a bloody mist on the small Mexican.

Puff, puff, puff, puff.

Four guns, four eyes.

Life and death are only in one encounter.

Ten meters is nothing to Derek, tempered by the military and the Homeland Security Bureau, and the luck of resurrection does not allow him to make any mistakes.

Touch, touch...

After hitting all four shots, Derek shot empty the magazine. During the next step of resuming the gun, Derek kept as tight as possible. He didn't care whether the small Mexican was dead. All he wanted was to use bullets to confirm that the other party would not perform a scene of the male protagonist turning the tables on his dying blow in the TV series before he died.

“Hu…hu…”

Derek had exhausted all the bullets before he dared to take a breath. For the first time, he found that his legs were numb in the battle.

"D, are you okay?"

The f-pin and police car in the rear chased after the gunshots. Heisenberg was the first to get out of the car and rushed towards the police car driven by Derek.

"I'm fine, I'm fine."

When he opened the car door and walked out of the car, he began to touch his body around, for fear that a bullet would penetrate his body in a high degree of tension. He didn't know.

"D, what's wrong with you? Why did you rush up and fight with this Mexican?" Heisenberg didn't understand at all.

"Kerry, dead."

Derek reached out to hold the roof of the car and stood and gasped. Heisenberg immediately reiterated all his words and stood there blankly.
Chapter completed!