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Lin Fan's words made Murongxue react immediately and said, "Yes, after throwing them away, we quickly moved away. No matter how much they chased, they couldn't catch up."

"Ok."

Lin Fan nodded and said, "I will open the door for you later, can you hit the tire of their car?"

"I can try." Murong Xue replied.

She had no confidence in her heart. This was not a simple shooting operation, but involved relative movement in it, and everyone's speed was not slow.

Under such circumstances, it is not a simple matter to hit the tires of those cars behind.

"Okay, then you try first." Lin Fan nodded again and said: "You are ready, I will open the door immediately."

"it is good."

Without delay, Murongxue reached out to her waist, took out a pistol in her hand, and walked to the car door.

Lin Fan glanced at the corner of his eye, and after seeing Murongxue ready, he immediately opened the car door.

Murongxue held a pistol in one hand, and buckled the other hand on the door of the car and held it firmly to ensure that her body would not be thrown out of the car.

Since the door is not very spacious, it is almost full when standing alone.

Therefore, even if Old Weng and others wanted to help, they couldn't help at all.

In order for Murongxue to shoot at the tire of the car behind, Lin Fan deliberately shifted the car toward the edge of the road.

After Murongxue glanced for a while, she pulled the trigger with her finger, and a bullet flew out quickly.

boom!

The bullet did not hit the tire of the car, but hit the hood of the car, and a very clear sound was heard.

"Brother Yang! They are shooting!"

The evolutionary in his twenties suddenly widened his eyes.

Lao Yang's expression also changed, and he cursed: "Grass! They want to blow our tires!"

"Then what should I do now? If you continue to follow up, it is very likely that you will be shot!" The person was a little anxious.

"Huh! How can it be that easy? Unless it's a sharpshooter, it's almost the same!"

Old Yang snorted coldly, and said: "Continue to follow this, the route of the car will change a lot, pay attention that they directly hit the windshield with a gun!"

He knows how difficult it is to blow the tires with bullets when the two cars are traveling at such fast speeds.

"Okay, Brother Yang." The driver hurriedly responded. Following Lao Yang's instructions, the steering wheel was constantly adjusted, as if the car was driving on the road in a serpentine curve.

The cars that followed saw Lao Yang and the others driving in a serpentine curve, but they followed suit, but they might not be as good in their technical skills.

boom! boom!

Murongxue continued to fire several shots, of which two shots hit the tire rims, and the remaining three shots were shot elsewhere.

In short, these shots still failed to hit the tire of the opponent's car.

"Old Weng, ask them if anyone can drive such a car?"

After realizing this situation, Lin Fan asked, "This is a remodeled RV. Anyone who can drive a RV can drive it."

Old Weng looked back at the people in the car, and said, "Will anyone drive?"

"Old Weng, I can drive." A 37-year-old middle-aged man stood up and said: "I used to drive a caravan, I think I should have no problem."

"You come to drive." Lin Fan glanced at the middle-aged man through the rearview mirror.

Murong Xue was not as proficient in his marksmanship as he was unable to hit the tires of the car behind, so he had to get out of the way.

The middle-aged man came forward and Lin Fan said, "When I get up, you sit down and operate."

"No problem." The middle-aged man nodded.

When the car is moving, it is impossible to stop and change the driver, so it can only be changed quickly.

Seeing the middle-aged man nodding, Lin Fan immediately stood up and walked to the side without any delay.

The middle-aged man's movements were also quite agile. The moment Lin Fan got up, he sat down in the driving position, holding the steering wheel to continue driving.

Lin Fan expressed his satisfaction with the middle-aged man's satisfaction, then walked towards the car door and said, "Let me come!"

"Sorry, I couldn't hit it." Murongxue said apologetically. She wanted to behave well, but because the speed was too fast, and the opponent's car was driving in a snake-like trajectory, she really couldn't hit it.

"It's okay. Marksmanship definitely requires more practice. When you shoot more times later, you will become more and more proficient." Lin Fan smiled and comforted.

"Yeah." Murong Xuezhen lightly tapped, took it back from the car door, and handed the pistol to Lin Fan.

Lin Fan reached out to take the pistol and exchanged positions with Murong Xue.

At the same time, in the rear vehicle.

"Haha, Brother Yang, the woman didn't continue firing. It seems that she knew she couldn't hit, so she gave up!" A laughter spread.

Several other people in the car also laughed.

A thick smile appeared on Lao Yang’s face, and said: “Our car is moving so fast. Under this prerequisite, there are only two possibilities for shooting the tires. Either a sharpshooter or luck. Extremely good."

"That woman is obviously not a sharpshooter, and her luck is not incredible. Of course she can't hit the tires of our car."

Old Yang said triumphantly. As soon as he finished speaking, he saw another figure appeared at the front door of the caravan house.

"It's that kid Lin Fan!" A fierce light flashed across Lao Yang's eyes.

Originally, he had no impression of Lin Fan, but when Lin Fan successively defeated Wu Huaqing, Nie Yuanjia, Cheng Libai, and even tied with Hu Jiaqi, Lin Fan's appearance was like a soldering iron, which was deeply burned on him. In his mind.

"Brother Yang, it seems that he is still planning to use a gun against us." One person said, already seeing Lin Fan holding a pistol in his hand and pointing them in this direction.

"Haha, don't worry, although this kid's own strength is indeed quite powerful, it does not mean that his marksmanship is also great."

Old Yang smiled disdainfully, and said, "Didn't I just tell you? In this case, if you want to shoot the tires, you must be a sharpshooter or you must be extremely lucky."

"We won't consider things like the extreme luck. See for yourself, is that kid like a sharpshooter?"

Hearing what Lao Yang said, the others laughed.

Although it is night, Lin Fan's eyesight is indeed very good. With the help of the moonlight, even if he can't hear what Old Yang and his friends are saying, he can still see them smiling happily.

That kind of laugh, you don't need to guess it, is mocking his self-defense.

boom!

The corner of Lin Fan's mouth also provoked a faint smile, then without any delay, his eyes condensed, locked the tire of that car, and quickly pulled the trigger.

Along with the sound of gunfire, a bullet flew out like an arrow from the string.

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