Chapter 52

With the lessons learned from the front car, the black brothers in the rear car buckets of other pickups no longer had the courage to stand up and control the machine gun.

Speeding on such an uneven road, even if you wear a seat belt in the car, you might get hurt. Not to mention these people who have no protection measures, and still want to stand up in the rear car bucket?

However, the machine gun couldn't be used, but other pistols and rifles didn't have such problems. As long as they could fix their bodies, these black brothers still poured bullets at the two escaping cars.

But the main one being beaten was still the Range Rover driven by Mark following behind. The lead car ran fast, almost all vehicles were chasing, so the rear car that fell behind naturally became the target of the pursuers' first attack.

Sam and Old Bernie fought back from the car windows on both sides, but unfortunately, two guns couldn't beat the other party's dozen guns.

Although at such speed and road conditions, sharpshooters and black brothers who only know faith shooting are at the same level. But there are always some bullets that are lucky enough to drill into the car, beating Sam and others to scream.

Sam, who is also a young man, said indignantly, "Fuck! Mark, can't you also pick up that damn motherfucker gun and fight back?"

Mark, whose hair was blown up, roared, "Shut up! Shut your dog mouth! Don't disturb me. Do you know how nervous I am now, just to keep up with that dog cub in front!

"Motherfucker, did the lady find that damn assistant from the rally track? If you don't want to roll over, don't disturb me driving. I don't have time to pick up a gun now, you know. No time to pick up that damn gun!"

Glancing at the speedometer of over 100, Mark's nervousness was even more serious than what he said. He had never been cowardly when attacking enemies in a hail of bullets, who knew that he was now sweating on his palms and forehead.

Others might be distracted by the gun battle and didn't notice what speed they were moving at, but would Mark, who was following the car, not understand?

First of all, the road they were driving on was not a regular road, which meant the ground was not flat. But no matter how bumpy the ground was, you could still find a relatively stable route, which was the route walked by the front car driven by Henry.

You know, the car they were driving was four-wheel drive, as long as the four tires could tightly grasp the ground, they could provide maximum power. So trying to drive in a stable place as much as possible, reducing the bouncing of the car, could run the fastest speed.

This is what Henry did.

At first Mark didn't notice this, just simply followed behind the front car's butt. At that time, their Range Rover was like Tigger, bouncing and bouncing.

Until he discovered the trick of the front car, which was as stable and smooth as driving on a racetrack. Mark noticed the tracks of the front car and moved forward along the same route.

This walk made his speed increase a lot, and the vehicle was much more stable.

But the increase in the rear car's speed didn't let him catch up with the front car, but instead prompted the front car driven by Henry to further accelerate. As if the front car didn't try hard to run before, it was just waiting for the rear car to catch up.

Such a discovery, although it didn't blow Mark up, also stimulated his self-confidence. Looking at the car butt in front that was slightly swaying left and right, Mark chased even more seriously.

It's just that when he adapted to a stage of speed, the front car would take him to the next stage. Until now, both Range Rovers were galloping at an average speed of around 120 kilometers.

On the grassland, the speed of herbivorous animals that use running as their main means of escaping is about 60 to 80 kilometers per hour.

The top speed of a lion is around 80 kilometers, and the fastest cheetah can reach 120 kilometers. But the top speed of these predators doesn't last long, only a very short burst.

Cars in the grassland are actually not famous for this kind of speed, but for so-called "endurance." As long as there is fuel, they can keep running.

But cars in the grassland won't gallop at this high speed. No matter what, racing and off-road racing are two fields of competition, and no one dares to play them together.

But now the two Range Rovers have run out of the speed that can only be run on regular roads. No matter what, the pursuers' vehicles, whether off-road vehicles or pickups, are like bouncing cars, bumping until the black brothers in the car doubt life.

And the biggest problem with the pursuers' cars besides bumping is that their tires are not tightly grasped on the ground and cannot provide complete power output. Naturally, the speed will not be as good as the two Range Rovers, so they gradually fell behind.

If someone steps on the accelerator hard to follow, you don't need bullets to clean up, just roll over a hole on the ground, and the whole car will lose control immediately. If you are lucky, you will bounce a big one, or skid and tail-flick, if you are unlucky, you will roll over directly.

These people are old black men who have lived on the grassland all their lives. They couldn't drive out this speed, but Henry in front did it.

Mark, who was following, was sweating profusely, fearing that those rollover scenes would reappear on himself. He didn't want to be shot to death, and he didn't want to die in a car accident either.

If the car rolled over and didn't die, and was beaten to death by the old black men who caught up... Tragedy multiplied by two, what a damn tragic ending.

Sam actually wanted him to shoot now! If Mark had the spare capacity to get a gun, the first thing would be to stuff it into Sam's mouth and pull the trigger a few times.

However, Mark's hard work in chasing the car was not without benefits, at least they were gradually pulling away from the pursuers.

But the disadvantages were also obvious, that is, the pursuers began to concentrate fire on this rear car that was closer; instead of the front car that was further away for the pursuers.

It's just that Mark didn't even have the spare capacity to scold people now. Because the madman leading the way increased the speed again...

Suddenly, one of the chasing vehicles rushed forward at a speed that didn't consider the consequences. Sure enough, although it rushed out of the original car formation, it didn't rush out for a long distance, because of the bump on the road, it bounced into the air, and the whole car even started to roll in the air.

Just when Mark thought this was another fool, a black brother jumped out of the rear car bucket of this flying pickup truck. His jumping ability was amazing, already exceeding the level of ordinary people. And the direction was straight towards the front car driven by Henry.

"Fuck mutant!" Mark guessed the other party's identity and couldn't help but curse.

If he really jumped on it, interfered with the front car's driving, and slowed down the speed, it would be quite unfavorable to their situation.

But such a situation did not happen. A Colt pistol extended from the driver's side window of the front car, bang bang bang three shots, directly intercepted the mutant with amazing jumping ability in the air.

The force of the bullet hitting the body made this mutant who didn't succeed in the teacher's attempt fail to bounce to the destination, but fell halfway. His body happened to fall in front of a pursuer's car, becoming a sudden obstacle.

Without any accident, the car that rolled over this unlucky mutant also flew into the air and rolled in the air.