Chapter 67 My Heart Aches
However!
Even among super assassins who have mastered both Bullet Time and Curved Shot, there are still differences in skill.
Cross was an assassin whose mastery of Bullet Time and Curved Shot had reached a peak level, while Fire Fox, at best, had only a beginner to intermediate grasp.
Many of the bullets she fired were shot down by Cross, and those that weren't shot down were the ones that completely missed Mo Fei's Ford GT500 Cobra, simply flying past.
This was only because Cross's son was in Fire Fox's hands, making him hesitant to act directly, so he didn't dare to shoot the accelerator, tires, or other places. Otherwise, Fire Fox would have long since died by Cross's hand.
"Bang! Bang!"
Cross shot and blew out the taillights and rear window of Fire Fox's Dodge Viper.
"Screech!"
The sound of the rear window glass shattering directly scared Wesley, who screamed, clutching his head!
"He's catching up, shoot him dead! Kill him!"
Hearing Wesley's angry shouts from behind, Cross felt a severe pang in his heart. 'Fatty, how long has it been since I last hit you?'
'Son, your father is very disappointed in you. If you weren't my biological child, I'd kill you first, believe it or not?'
"Control the steering wheel!"
Fire Fox ignored Wesley's screams. With a bewildered look from Wesley, she calmly shattered the front windshield, pushed down the windscreen, and climbed out.
She hooked one foot onto the steering wheel, the other foot onto the car window, lay on her back on the engine hood, spread her legs wide, and her long, rounded, athletic legs gently clamped Wesley's head, handing both steering wheels to Wesley.
Another knowledge point: Wesley's current expression was the legendary look of utter bewilderment!
Fire Fox held an M1911 in one hand and an M16 automatic rifle in the other, firing fiercely at Cross.
In the assassin industry, assassin skills are certainly important, but heavy firepower firearms are equally important. Both hands must be grasped, and both hands must be firm, just like in the internet industry; neither software nor hardware can be missing. Only with both soft and hard capabilities can one achieve the strongest.
Now Cross was suppressed by Fire Fox in terms of firepower.
Mo Fei, who had already chased to not far behind Mindy and Cross, heard the heavy firepower accompanying Fire Fox's outburst, and the accompanying crackling sounds from his Ford GT500 Cobra. He pounded his chest in agony.
The windshield was definitely shattered, and the interior decorations were probably pretty much damaged.
Damn it, my heart aches!
That's my car, my new car that I haven't driven many times, and it's been shot into a sieve by you all?
Even though he now had a better old, second-hand Chevrolet, it was, after all, his first car, and a sports car at that, in this World, and he cherished it greatly!
It was also fortunate that the modifications Mikayla was preparing for it were still in the design phase, otherwise Mo Fei would have died of heartache here today.
Wesley, on one hand, gripped the steering wheel of the Dodge Viper with his right hand, dodging cars in the opposing lane.
Wesley, on one hand, gripped the steering wheel of the Dodge Viper with his right hand, dodging cars in the opposing lane, and on the other hand, stabilized the other steering wheel.
Hmm, the steering wheel felt very good, it must have been made of genuine leather. Just by looking, Wesley realized that this was definitely a high-performance sports car.
(Mo Fei: "Where can I buy such a luxury sports car? I'll pay double the price!")
Gradually, Wesley started to bleed from his nose.
"I've been too hot-headed lately, maybe I should ask that Dr. Mo to prescribe some medicine for me!" Wesley wiped his nosebleed with his hand: "Although the medicine he prescribed didn't help my anxiety one bit, it's quite effective for reducing internal heat!"
Driving two supercars at once, Wesley inevitably got a bit distracted, almost crashing into the vehicles ahead several times.
"Concentrate!"
"OK! OK!" Wesley quickly composed himself and focused on driving the car speeding down the highway.
"Shit!" Mindy, who had been focused on driving the Ford GT500 Cobra, suddenly cursed.
"What's wrong?" Cross asked, puzzled, while firing his gun.
"My brother is catching up!" Mindy said gloomily. The reason she didn't take Mo Fei with her in front of the pharmacy was because she didn't want him to get involved in such dangerous matters, but she didn't expect Mo Fei to come running himself.
And she was driving the Ford GT500 Cobra, a supercar, to its limit. How did her brother, driving a dilapidated Chevrolet that was almost scrapped, manage to catch up?
This was completely unscientific!
Mindy had no idea that Mo Fei's hands were not even on the steering wheel.
Mo Fei: "You, you're already a mature Chevrolet, and almost fully ripe, so you should learn to run by yourself."
bumblebee: "Meow meow meow?"
"Your brother? Dr. Mo and his wife's son?" Cross and Mo Fei's parents were very good friends. The reason Mindy was able to apprentice under Cross to learn assassin skills, as well as Bullet Time and Curved Shot, was because of Mo Fei's parents' introduction.
"That's right!" Mindy said through the rearview mirror: "He's in that dilapidated Chevrolet behind us!"
Cross looked through the rearview mirror and saw a person behind him, pounding his chest and stomping his feet, almost crying like a 200-plus-pound fatty. Is this Dr. Mo and his wife's son?
He's probably not an idiot, is he?
Cross and Fire Fox's positions were getting closer and closer. After all, Fire Fox was far inferior to Cross. And with Mindy, who was afraid that delaying too long would involve Mo Fei, also joining in as a fresh force, half-driving and half-firing at Fire Fox, even if Fire Fox bravely wielded two guns, a short but powerful M1911 and a long, thick, and powerful M16 automatic rifle, she gradually couldn't keep up.
After all, Mindy was also a super assassin who had mastered Bullet Time and Curved Shot. If they were to truly compete one-on-one with Fire Fox, it's hard to say who would win!
The two cars in front were performing flashy maneuvers, but Mo Fei's situation was even flashier. Covering his heart with a look of utter despair, he mourned his lovely, charming, and sexy little car. The steering wheel was completely unattended, yet the car's speed and maneuvers were even flashier than Cross's and Fire Fox's!
The two sides were getting closer and closer, but before Cross could even smile, an accident occurred.
A pile of Police cars had set up a roadblock ahead, and the faint shadows of heavy armored vehicles could be seen.
Fire Fox smiled, climbed back into the car window, slapped Wesley's hand off the steering wheel, and then performed a death drift, taking Wesley past the Police blockade… "Get out of the car!" Fire Fox's words were so concise and brief.
Wesley got out of the car as instructed.
"Promise me, never let anyone else take the steering wheel again, okay?" Before Fire Fox could speak again, Wesley suddenly pressed Fire Fox's shoulder, looked at her with sincere eyes, and said with a very serious expression.
Fire Fox: "Meow meow meow?"