Start! Terminator's Counterattack Chapter 26 Thanksgiving Turkey and Traffic Accidents

Chapter 26 Thanksgiving Turkey and Traffic Accidents

"Forget it." The corner of Sheyan's eye locked on the vehicles rushing behind him. He suppressed the tempting thought of killing the FBI elite agent in front of him. Although this guy seemed to be at the end of his fight, in fact, it was still possible to deal with him. It takes a lot of effort. He saw a busy street with people coming and going next to him, so he planned to jump out of the car and blend into the crowd to escape.

But at this moment, the FBI elite agent who had been beaten extremely miserably screamed wildly, jumped up from behind and grabbed Fang Senyan tightly. Apparently he saw his colleagues chasing after him from behind and wanted to hold Fang Sheyan back with all his strength! In terms of pure strength, his strength is not much different from Sheyan's. It's just that Sheyan's explosive power and ability to withstand blows are much stronger. He hugged her tightly from behind, and for a moment, she was really lost. Fang Senyan, who had the upper hand, had difficulty breaking free.

Fang Sheyan was also startled when he became hasty, but his thick black eyebrows immediately twitched, and coupled with the blood on his forehead, his whole face had an indescribable ferocity, and even his eyes were a bit more hot and violent. meaning. The fighting experience accumulated in these days caused him to immediately lift his right foot and hook it backwards, and at the same time, his head jerked back and hit him. If the enemy's response is slightly wrong, they will either be tripped to the ground, or they will be hit with blinding eyes and nosebleeds.

But Sheyan's feet not only missed the air, but the back of his head only hit the air. Apparently this elite FBI agent also put in a lot of effort in grappling and counter-grabbing, and successfully evaded Fang Sheyan's subsequent pursuit. He leaned even closer to Sheyan's ear and said in a venomous tone with gritted teeth:

"You yellow-skinned pig, the electrocution chamber of the Los Angeles Jail is waiting for you!"

But Sheyan's response was also extremely quick. After hearing these words, he immediately used his legs to force himself and slammed his back towards the back.

There was a loud "bang", and the FBI could no longer dodge. He was squeezed hard by Sheyan and hit the hard edge of the truck. The nerves in his spine immediately sent him a crushing pain. The huge force of the impact made his vision go dark, and the arms holding Fang Senyan couldn't help but loosen. Fang Senyan took advantage of the situation and exerted his strength. He bent his arms into elbows and slammed back, hitting the FBI agent's ribs. Under this brutal and heavy blow, only a slight "click" sound was heard. It was obvious that the ribs had been broken alive and then penetrated deeply into the organs!

There is no doubt that this FBI elite agent immediately started coughing violently, and his whole body collapsed on the carriage. Pink foam spread from the corners of his mouth, and dark red blood was behind him. His abdomen was continuously covered with blood. Suffering a violent blow, both lungs were severely damaged at this time. The entire body fell into a hypoxic environment in a short period of time, and even a person with strong willpower could not sustain it.

If Sheyan wants to leave at this time, no one can stop him, but the violent and bloody meaning in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger. Ever since he witnessed the brutal abuse suffered by his fourth uncle, the hidden dark side of his character seems to have been developed bit by bit. In the nightmare world, without the constraints of the law that is deeply rooted in his concept, Sheyan is not willing to dare to The person standing in front of him actually had a strong and crazy urge to crush him to pieces!

At this time, the truck had started to brake hard. The driver, who was obviously slow, finally noticed the strange movement in the car, and the pursuers from behind were also approaching at high speed from 200 meters away. If Sheyan wanted to escape, jumping out of the car right now would be the best option. But with the violent murderous thoughts in his heart at this moment, how could he let this opportunity pass?

So Sheyan pulled out his gun.

That extremely powerful m500 revolver.

Then he aimed at a 1974 Chevrolet sedan next to him that was about to overtake, and pulled the trigger!

Although Fang Senyan's marksmanship was very poor, he could not even hit a car target three or four meters away. After the loud "bang" sound, the tires of the Chevrolet 1974 had already made a sharp friction sound and hit a bus on the opposite side. And Sheyan's right hand was numbed by the huge recoil.

After emptying the M500's magazine of bullets, Sheyan pulled out the shotgun again and pointed it coldly at another Ford taxi approaching from behind! His actions caught the eye of the driver, who was immediately frightened to death. He turned the steering wheel and pressed the brakes without hesitation, and instinctively stopped the vehicle sideways to avoid being bombarded from the front. But he ignored the other vehicles speeding behind and on the opposite side!

As a result, two major traffic accidents occurred on this busy street. The screams of brakes were heard one after another, and as many as ten vehicles collided with each other, blocking the street in an instant. The vehicles behind were suddenly blocked into a long queue. The five FBI members two hundred meters away could only get out of the car and walk over, no matter how good their driving skills were, and they could drive Xiali out of the Ferrari.

And the time spent in this delay was enough for Sheyan to kill the dying FBI agent ten times!

"Yellow-skinned pig?"

Sheyan looked away from the messy car accident scene, took a step forward, raised his right foot high and stepped down hard. At this time, the FBI member could barely raise his hands to resist, but his efforts were in vain under this heavy kick. He was hit hard in the chest and abdomen, and a bloody arrow was immediately drawn from his mouth. The whole person is also curled up and bent like a shrimp.

Fang Senyan kicked again with an expressionless face, one kick, two kicks, then leaned over, grabbed the unlucky guy's neck with his right hand and lifted him up alive, while the FBI elite was already on the verge of death, and could only linger on, kicking in the air with his legs in vain and weakly.

At this time, the truck finally stopped, and the driver slammed the door of the cab with an angry face and got out - but after seeing the blood spraying, his face turned pale and shrank back. Fang Senyan happened to be facing a light box sign of a store next to him, and he punched it with his backhand. There was a loud bang, and glass shards mixed with plastic splashed, just revealing the supporting steel frame inside, and there was a rusty iron pipe straight in front of him.

"You like to hit people in the face so much?"

"You like gay Sam so much?"

Fang Senyan said sarcastically, with a stronger violent and bloodthirsty look in his eyes. He exerted force with his right hand, and with a loud bang, he smashed the dying FBI agent in his hand towards the iron pipe! The extremely shrill scream stopped abruptly as soon as it sounded. The end of the blood-stained steel pipe pierced the back of the rosacea and emerged from the front of the chest! There were even some fragmented and twisted body tissues falling on it, which looked particularly bloody and cruel!

The five FBI elite agents in the distance had already jumped off the car. Seeing this scene, they were naturally horrified, but they were nearly a hundred meters away and could only watch the tragedy happen. The prisoner in the distance smiled coldly from a distance in the car, made a very threatening throat-cutting gesture towards them, and then picked up the box and rushed away.

Blood dripped from above, drop by drop, and it was still warm.

Jace, who was nailed to the sign alive, would still twitch from time to time, but life had obviously left this body. His eyes never closed until he died, and the remaining fear in his gray and dull pupils. Perhaps due to the massive blood loss, his huge rosacea nose was also covered with a layer of gray.

The iron pipe that pierced his chest was rusty, originally very dull, but after being stained with blood, it emerged with a faint cruel luster. Novan looked up at the body of this subordinate whom he disliked the most, but for no reason he thought of the string of naked turkeys hanging in the supermarket on Thanksgiving Eve.

"Sir. James and the others have caught up and have already bitten that guy." It was Corey who hurried over. He looked up at Jace hanging in the air, coughed and spat.

"Damn, I just lent Jace a thousand dollars yesterday - who is this guy we are chasing? He was shot so many times but he escaped so quickly!"

Novan squinted his eyes:

"He may be a veteran from the Vietnam War. These cold-blooded guys kill people without any burden, and most of them have mental illnesses! The bulletproof vest he wears is not something that ordinary people can get. We seem to be caught in a huge vortex!"

"Oh, lost. What is this? The Los Angeles version of the first drop of blood?" Corey began to feel indignant, but he also showed the idea of ​​retreating:

"We don't need to wade into this muddy water, otherwise... ask for help from those guys in the Delta?"

Novan shook his head slowly and said:

"The guys in the Delta have never been good to us. When our leader greeted their generals They are all sarcastic. If we ask them for help after such a small loss, then don't expect the boss to look at us straight in the eye in the future. Besides, I heard that the group of people in Delta also suffered a little loss recently and suffered heavy casualties. Even if we can lower our face to ask for help, they may not come. "

Corey looked at the distance worriedly, and he clearly showed a trace of timidity:

"Then... we have to hold on?"

Novan suddenly said a little irritably:

"It is clearly stated in the battle damage manual that unless there is an irresistible external force, the team that goes out to perform the mission can only request reinforcements when the battle damage reaches 40. Do you want me to tell my superiors that the damn criminal is an "irresistible factor" for six senior FBI agents who have received systematic combat training/firearms shooting training? Oh, my god, I was still counting on a promotion in the second half of the year!"