Chapter 255: The enemy not only refuses to surrender, but even dares to resist?

"Did you get rid of it?"

"It should be gone!"

The white driver, feeling uneasy, glanced at the car's rearview mirror, and after confirming no one was catching up, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn it, I told you not to stick the camera lens out; if you get caught it's over!"

"Who would have thought a guy would suddenly pop out from the roadside and run that fast? I swear, I've never seen a yellow‑skinned person run that fast; is he an Asian sprinter?"

"No matter who he is, he can't outrun four wheels; the most important thing is to get out of here quickly."

Beep—, beep-beep!

From behind, a vehicle is blasting its horn!

The white driver frowned, cast a puzzled glance at the right rearview mirror, and angrily shouted, "Fuck."

"Someone's on your right!"

"What?"

The guy in the back seat quickly turned his head to look.

Sure enough, he saw Lu Yang, clinging tightly to the right door handle, being dragged a short distance.

"Open the door quickly and kick him out!"

"Can't open the door; what if I get pulled down too?"

The backseat guy chose the safest method.

He lowered the window and kept punching Lu Yang's arm with his fist, trying to make him release his grip so he could fall.

But Lu Yang's arm was as solid as iron; no matter how hard he struck, it didn't budge.

A large chunk of the sole of Lu Yang's shoe was worn away, yet his hands clutched tightly.

Earlier, with a final desperate lunge, he managed to grab the door handle.

Having finally caught him, he couldn't let the person escape.

"Stop the car; you can't get away!"

"Bastard, let go, quick, let go!"

The Toyota kept accelerating and swerving left and right, trying to fling Lu Yang out.

Seeing the punches on Lu Yang's arm ineffective, the backseat guy forcefully tried to snap Lu Yang's fingers.

No matter how strong the grip, a finger can't resist an entire hand.

Lu Yang's fingers were broken off one by one.

Soon, only two fingers remained clinging to the door handle.

The man in the back seat impatiently thrust his body slightly out of the window, hoping to push Lu Yang out in one go.

But the next second, Lu Yang surged upward, his right hand forming a loose fist, delivering a Through-the-back Fist strike that slammed hard into his face.

The white driver instantly saw stars, and his nosebleed streamed down as if it were free.

Lu Yang timed it, punching the opponent's eye, then grabbed his collar to pull him out of the window.

But he hadn't expected the move to be hard to power, and with the opponent being tall and broad, it was difficult to pull him completely out of the window.

Lu Yang simply punched his temple, knocking the man out cold.

Then he pushed the man inward, grabbed the rear window edge, and with all his strength, squeezed himself in.

The whole sequence looked complex, but it was done in just a few seconds, so when Lu Yang crawled in through the window, the white driver was stunned.

He had thought his companion could easily deal with the guy, but didn't expect the opponent's skill to be so good; in a couple of moves the crisis was resolved.

It was like a circus monkey, slipping into the car with ease.

While Lu Yang was only half in, the white driver pulled out a kitchen knife and, without looking, jabbed it toward the back.

Since he had to keep his eyes on the road and steer, he could only thrust it backward in this awkward manner.

Lu Yang, being extremely quick, anticipated the weapon and swiftly pulled his companion forward to block the knife.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

The wildly swung knife mostly stabbed the spy in the back seat.

Although the wounds weren't deep, they still bled.

The final slash, due to the cramped trunk space, Lu Yang couldn't dodge and a cut was carved across his forehead.

The white driver glanced back when he got a moment, saw several holes in his companion's body, while the reckless Lu Yang was basically unharmed, which almost drove him mad.

"You audacious guy, you're far too bold, you crazy dog, get out of here!"

The white driver eased off the speed, turned his head toward Lu Yang, and swung the knife again.

This time it wasn't a wild swing, and half his body was still hanging out the window.

So Lu Yang couldn't dodge, only passively defended, and his arm quickly got several bloody cuts.

He didn't hesitate, grabbed the opponent's knife‑wielding arm and forcefully twisted it aside.

In pain, the knife fell from the white driver's hand and rolled under the seat.

Seizing the chance, Lu Yang used his arm as a rope, pulling hard to pull his lower body in.

The moment he got into the car, Lu Yang lunged at the white driver.

It was clear this guy had trained in some hand‑to‑hand combat.

Lu Yang's several attacks were all blocked by the opponent.

Perhaps because the car interior was cramped, Lu Yang couldn't unleash his wide‑ranging attacks.

Beep—, beep-beep!

Their fight caused the vehicle to swerve in S‑shaped patterns on the road, as if drunk on fake liquor.

Vehicles on both sides, seeing this, quickly slowed down or stopped to give way.

What the hell, why is that Toyota ahead acting like it's gone crazy?

The driver couldn't be drunk driving, could he?

It's not even dinnertime yet, and it's not dark; how could it be drunk driving?

Could it be drugged driving? I just saw someone clinging to the car window, with his legs hanging outside.

Just as the people outside were confused about the situation, Lu Yang seized the opportunity.

From behind, he used his arm to tightly choke the white driver's neck, and with his other hand applied a Cross Lock.

The other party wanted to fight back, but Lu Yang's body was hidden behind the seat, giving him no chance to retaliate at all.

As the pressure on his arm kept increasing, the white driver's eyes bulged with bloodshot, and he opened his mouth to utter a painful 'uh-uh' sound.

Stop the car immediately, or I'll break your neck!

Don't harbor any wishful thinking; I'm a soldier, not a police officer, so I won't show mercy. I'll count to three, one...

Upon hearing that Lu Yang was actually a soldier, the white man, whose brain was gradually losing oxygen from suffocation, felt utterly desperate.

If it were the police, it would be better, since they handle cases and rarely kill people.

But soldiers are different; they often strike without restraint.

Two!

Lu Yang's warning took effect.

The other party seemed to gradually lose hope, his body stopped struggling, and the speed decreased as he slowly pulled over to the side of the road.

Lu Yang also breathed a slight sigh of relief; he didn't want to strangle this guy to death, but if the other insisted on fighting to the death, he had no choice.

After all, the primary duty is to ensure one's own safety, especially when one's life is threatened.

Who knows, this dog spy might suddenly pull out a handgun?

Just as Lu Yang slightly loosened his grip, giving him a gap to breathe.

Lu Yang's body was suddenly hit by a great force, his head slamming hard against the car door.

It was the guy he had knocked out earlier, waking up!

The impact left Lu Yang's mind blank, but his long-term combat training made his body react instinctively.

Lu Yang almost reflexively lifted his leg, first pushing the person away a bit, then, like releasing a latch, he kicked the other's face with his foot.

Damn it!

Lu Yang glanced at the bloodstain on the glass, felt the throbbing pain in his forehead, and his heart filled with anger.

The dog spy not only dared to flee, but also put up a desperate resistance, attacking a soldier?

Who gave you the courage, Liang Jingru?

Lu Yang lifted his leg again, stomping on the guy's face, directly breaking his nasal bridge, shattering his front teeth, and covering his mouth and face in blood.

After dealing with that guy, Lu Yang, taking advantage of the fact that the front driver hadn't recovered, applied a Throat Lock again.

But he didn't expect that this time the enemy wouldn't surrender, but instead chose to fight to the death.

The car windows were all shut and locked, and this guy pressed the accelerator all the way into the fuel tank with his foot.

The Toyota's engine roared like a mad beast, it turned around in place, and shot off at a speed of 120 yards.

It consecutively rammed several private cars, then broke the bridge's railings, and shot like an arrow straight toward the moat below.

A sensation of weightlessness suddenly came over him, and Lu Yang, in terror, gripped the interior handle tightly.

The car's front hit the water surface, sending up a huge spray, and Lu Yang was also flung outward by the impact.

His back smashed into the rear window, then he slammed onto the front seat, the pain making his bones feel like they were about to fall apart.

At this point, most of the car's front was already submerged, with dirty water continuously seeping in through the vehicle's seams; the doors and windows were all locked....