The Guest: Book 3
Chapter 39
The crazy racing
“The time which the Charter Bureau grants the level V permission is just one day…”
In the high-speed FBI car, the eyes of a middle-aged official were same as the falcon’s, stared at that escaping car in front. This official pressed on his headset and listened for a while, then turned to the watch small screen on his wrist, and gave the orders to his subordinates:
“Make it clear who your target is! He is a nefarious terrorist! He is an outstanding soldier graduated from the First Academy! He knows the FBI arrest process better than you do! So you don’t have any arrogant ideas!”
“Before get into the city, we must stop that car in front. If the other party resist, I allow you to fire!”
After finished giving the orders, this middle-aged official scolded angrily, “those bastards of the Charter Bureau, incredibly only give me the permission for one day, and it’s just a fucking level V, don’t they know how dangerous in front that named Shielding boy is?”
Sheilor’s face was a bit pale, the scenery outside of the window was backwards in a terrifying speed. The automatic heating and deicing system of the highway had already been on, otherwise with this speed to drive on the snow and ice, perhaps no need the cars behind caught up with them, this black off-road vehicle, which they were in, would turn over and they would be dead.
Shielding didn’t have any nervousness on his face, except he had a little anxiety in his eyes, he licked on his that dry lips gently, seemed somewhat excited instead.
“Do you know how to drive?” he took a look at those chasing in high-speed cars on the rear view screen.
“No.” Sheilor answered very quickly, without the slightest hesitation, he knew in such a tense moment, any hesitation would cause the serious consequence.
“Dare to drive?”
“Yes.”
These few words of question an answer are very wonderful and very absurd, probably only Sheilor and Shielding these two guys could make it. Sheilor didn’t know what’s the meaning Shielding putting the control right of the car to him, but he could imagine, Shielding must wanted to empty his hands, to deal with getting closer and closer behind those several black cars.
Shielding pulled a rope which had been hung by the side of the sun visor, just heard the loud noise “Huala”, didn’t know what kinds of things on the trunk of the black off-road vehicle, were all dumped out.
A pile of messy rusty metal components landed o the highway of the Coastal state. The speed carried by these components made them disorderly flied heavily and dangerously on the pavement.
At the most front that black car was hit severely by a just sprang up from the ground iron bar, in the strange metal split sound, that car was shocked to bounce in situ, made a loud crash, and then rushed out of the pavement obliquely.
The chasing cars was stopped a moment by these things, and after paid the heavy price of losing a car, pulled away a distance by the vehicle which Sheilor and Shielding were in.
“Fire!” the angry voice of that official came from the fleet.
The “Qiu Qiu” sharp bullet whistles suddenly split all around the highway, didn’t know how many pedestrian were shocked badly, and didn’t know how many birds were shocked to fly away.
Took the advantage of this period of time, Shielding changed the seats with Sheilor, he took a long gun from the backseat, put it over the rear of the trunk. After a few broken sounds, the rear window of the vehicle was all broken, he narrowed his eyes, aimed at the pursuing cars behind, and began to pull the trigger calmly or should say somewhat ruthlessly.
“Puff” with a stuffy sound, Shielding had a shock on his right shoulder, the car which was aimed at by him, one of the front wheels exploded suddenly, in the state of high speed, lost control and hit to the sidebar of the highway.
The cold wind poured into the car, it’s very gloomy and cold. Sheilor hid his body under the seat completely to avoid the flying bullets.
Although he never drove a car before, but when he was in East Forest, he once followed behind uncle Fengyu to repair cars, he was extremely familiar with the power control system of the cars. Moreover, for a could start the mecha people, driving the car, it’s like playing with the toys.
Just this toy was very dangerous, Sheilor operated the steering wheel and gear absorbedly, avoided those cars ahead stopped blankly by the gun fight, tried to increase the speed of the car, and tried to pull away the distance from the pursuing cars behind.
This was the first he was driving a car, but his that pair of keen eyes and the matchless intrepid hand-eye cooperation ability, let his manipulation seem very fluently, he looked more like a racing driver.
No, Sheilor was crazier than the racing driving. Because there was a big Z-turn ahead of him, but it seemed that he didn’t have any meaning to loosen the throttle and slow down, just right before the moment when the car was going to enter the turn, his left feet stepped down ruthlessly, the right hand pulled the hand brake abruptly, let this civil black off-road vehicle make a drift on the slippery pavement very dangerously. Just right before the vehicle was about to hit the crook of the cliff, adjusted the car body, and continued to drive forward violently.
In the process from entering the curve to exiting the curve, Sheilor had been loosening the throttle, the tachometer had been maintaining the number over four thousand five hundred.
The cold sweat had been all over his forehead, the bullets hit on the car body from time to time, and the strong cold wind blew in from the cleft, let Sheilor feel the unprecedented nervousness… and excitement.
In the whistles of the bullets, he roared loudly to Shielding behind his back, “your those block the way things, throw some more down, otherwise we can’t get rid of them!”
Shielding had been maintaining the aiming posture calmly, he was rarely to pull the trigger, but every time when he pulled the trigger, the pursuing fleet of the FBI would lose a car.
Heard the roaring of Sheilor, he shouted back in the fierce wind, “I threw the drop tank earlier… last night I took a trip to the waste yard, how many things you think that this car can hold?”
“Rascal! I think that we are going to die over here today.”
While Sheilor was shouting, he was watching all the situation on the road nervously. His eyes and his hands had the perfect unity at this moment, all the sights his eyes saw, were inducted to his mind very methodically, then through the special channel of the non nerve tract in the body, transferred the response measures to his three limbs.
All the manipulations didn’t have any additional action and didn’t have any hesitation, and seemed very smooth. Besides that been stepping on the accelerator foot, was stubborn, unflinching and not moving resolutely like Sheilor this guy.
The perfect driving, the heroic driving and the crazing driving.
Although Shielding didn’t turn his head around, but he still know how fast the speed of the car at this moment, his face was a bit pale and he shouted loudly, “rush into the city in the front, three minute later, the FBI could set up the first interception.”
Sheilor’s face was also incomparably pale, he looked at the numerous scenes turning backward in high speed, felt that he returned to that horrible black dream again, he bit on his teeth, lifted the right hand, and turned the steering wheel at full tilt, prayed in his heart that the car wouldn’t roll over.
When the FBI secretly pursuing Shielding fleet reached the seventh toll station of the Coastal state, had already become five cars from nine cars. The look extremely gloomy middle-aged official, walked down from the car, looked at the struck into fragments rail in front of him, turned his head around and took a look at his subordinates behind him, squeezed the voice out from the teeth, “contact the Charter Bureau, position the whereabouts of them at present immediately.”
“Contact the Traffic Control Bureau, blockade the traffic around this area, and at the same time, track that black off-road vehicle down.”
“Inform the group members, ready to gather at any time.”
There were only the fragments all over the ground at this time, the staffs of the toll station were all dumbfounded, where they could see the sight of that black off-road vehicle.
The officials of the FBI, all knew it clearly that the target they were pursuing at this time, was a very excellent spy, and the other party had been working in the FBI for many years, he had the incomparable understanding to the internal communication and the fixed process of the FBI. So before their this action, this group of FBI team chose the non-traditional channel especially.
Even if that heavy long gun stuck out from the civil off-road vehicle overturned several cars ruthlessly, the officials of the FBI still didn’t have any retreat meaning.
Because if Sheilor didn’t have this kind of ability, then he wouldn’t graduate from the First Military Academy with the first place performance in those years, and he wouldn’t receive the favor from the superior in the FBI.
To the up coming difficulties, they had already had the fully psychological preparation, and firmly believed that they could catch the other party in the help of the Charter Bureau positioning.
But the problem was the guy who was driving the off-road vehicle.
The middle-aged official had the angry fire in his eyes, he looked at the seemed endless road in front of him, issued the drawing net commands quickly. But he thought in his mind, was that guy a madman? Even the been toughest trained special soldiers, also couldn’t drive a civil off-road vehicle to that kind of speed and so crazy.
Thought of earlier that roaring and gone like a black ghost off-road vehicle, the mood of this middle-aged official became abnormal heavy. The other party was totally not like running for life, but more like losing life. Any normal people, in that kind of speed, would slow down the speed subconsciously, this is the instinct. But that driver, seemed to don’t have fear this word in his instinct.
Stamped his foot down severely, the slid for two hundred meters in neutral position black civil off-road vehicle, still kept the high speed, in the collective cooperation of three kinds of brake modes, still bumped into the garage door ruthlessly, and made a huge sound.
Shielding carried the backpack, walked down from the car with the pale face, and he almost threw out. He was a well-trained professional, faced the hail o the bullets earlier, he still wouldn’t be so panic. But sat in the car drove by Sheilor, he had the fear feeling instead.
“I won’t ask you to drive in the future!” Shielding stared at sitting on the driver seat Sheilor very painfully, “I would be rather caught by the FBI and tortured by them, than risking my life needlessly with you together.”
Sheilor’s face was also abnormally pale, his hands stretched out in the air and shook slightly, but he couldn’t have any way to leave the seat. He took a look at Shielding, and said with the trembling voice, “do me a favor, I can’t get out.”
Shielding thought that Sheilor experienced the previous crazy racing escape, he finally couldn’t stand that kind of fear and nervousness, and was frightened in chains. He had the sorry emerged on his face, pulled open the car door, took off the seatbelt which constrained Sheilor’s body, and wanted to lift him out, but he found out that he couldn’t lift him up.
He stared at Sheilor’s right feet, that wrapped like a white cement pole right foot, his face began to become very wonderful in the silence.
Sheilor still had the lingering fear, he wiped the cold sweat off from his face and said, “in order to avoid the bullets, I slid down, then my right foot got stuck on it, and couldn’t loose the accelerator.”