newbobooks Chapter 236 Car Racing and Gunfights? System: Host, would you like to exchange for martial arts skil
Chapter 236 Car Racing and Gunfights? System: Host, would you like to exchange for martial arts skil
"Uncle Chen, tell Lone Wolf to cancel the evacuation."
"Tonight, even if God himself came, he couldn't save this one-eyed dog's life. I said it!"
Lin Zhou decisively cut off the miniature communicator.
He suddenly exerted force with his feet, and like a black cheetah gliding through the night, he rushed wildly into the depths of the dark alley.
Poison Wolf was incredibly fast, a speed completely at odds with his towering, white physique.
He was like a bloodthirsty hyena with an extreme sense of danger.
It knocked over several trash cans piled up in the back alley and rushed straight towards the neon-lit main road outside.
The edge of the Las Vegas Strip.
A flamboyant red Ferrari supercar is parked on the side of the road.
The car owner was a portly, wealthy businessman who was about to get into the car with a blonde woman in his arms.
The venomous wolf burst out of the dark alley, a hint of ferocity flashing in its single, pale blue eye.
Without any hesitation, he stepped forward, grabbed the wealthy businessman by the collar, and flung him away like a chick!
"Ah—! Robbery!"
The blonde woman let out a piercing scream.
Without even glancing at her, Poison Wolf roughly ripped open the driver's side door and climbed inside.
"boom--!!!"
The Ferrari's ferocious V12 engine roared deafeningly!
The tires screeched wildly on the asphalt, kicking up a cloud of acrid white smoke, and the supercar, like a red flame, plunged into the rolling traffic of Las Vegas in an instant.
"Trying to run away?"
Lin Zhou followed closely behind and rushed out of the dark alley.
His gaze swept quickly across the street corner, instantly locking onto a heavy Ducati V4 motorcycle parked on the side of the road.
The car owner was standing next to him smoking.
Lin Zhou rushed over and snatched the black full-face helmet that the car owner was hanging on the handlebars.
"Borrow it for a moment, the Lin family conglomerate will compensate you with a new one."
Lin Zhou put the helmet on his head and nimbly straddled the motorcycle.
He twisted the accelerator sharply with his right hand!
"Buzz—!!!"
A blue flame shot out of the Ducati's exhaust pipe, and the front wheel suddenly lifted high into the air!
The entire heavy motorcycle, like a completely berserk steel beast, chased after the red Ferrari with a terrifying posture that was almost flying close to the ground!
A race against time, a race against death, has officially begun in this sinful city in a foreign land!
The wind howled fiercely in my ears.
Lin Zhou pressed his body tightly against the motorcycle's fuel tank to minimize wind resistance.
The hands on the dial were shooting wildly upwards!
The wolf madly weaved and changed lanes amidst the dense traffic.
He violently slammed into a Honda sedan blocking his way, causing a series of screeching brakes and a chain-reaction collision behind him.
But instead of shaking off his tail, he discovered that the black lightning bolt in his rearview mirror was rapidly closing in at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye!
"Damn those yellow-skinned monkeys! They're like a persistent ghost!"
Poison Wolf gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with murderous intent.
He kicked the Ferrari's windshield and shattered it.
With his left hand gripping the steering wheel tightly, his right hand expertly pulled a MAC-10 submachine gun with an extended magazine from his tactical windbreaker!
He leaned most of his body out of the car window.
The single eye was fixed on Lin Zhou, who was relentlessly pursuing them from behind.
"Go to hell!"
The wolf let out a beastly howl and pulled the trigger!
"Da da da da da da—!!!"
The extremely violent flames instantly tore through the enchanting night sky of Las Vegas!
A dense hail of bullets rained down on Lin Zhou like a deadly barrage of metal!
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The bullets struck the asphalt road in front of the motorcycle, sending up a series of dazzling sparks and gravel!
The surrounding private car owners were so frightened that they frantically swerved their steering wheels, and the entire main road instantly descended into extremely chaotic chaos!
Faced with this onslaught of deadly bullets.
Lin Zhou's eyes, however, showed not the slightest fluctuation.
Thanks to the system's [Battlefield Crisis Intuition].
In his retina, the extremely deadly bullet trajectories seemed to draw clear red lines in the air.
Lin Zhou gripped the handlebars tightly with both hands, his body twisting and contorting in an incredibly unbelievable way on the high-speed motorcycle to avoid a collision!
"Whoosh—!"
A scorching bullet flew past the edge of his black helmet with extreme danger!
The immense kinetic energy carved a deep white mark into the helmet, and you could even smell the burning.
But Lin Zhou's speed did not slow down at all!
"Fuck! How is this possible!"
As Poison Wolf looked at Lin Zhou, who remained unscathed like a ghost amidst the hail of bullets, a look of extreme horror finally flashed in his single eye!
This is definitely not your average rich kid!
Such terrifying speed of reflexes and driving skills are something even the top assassins in the K organization could never achieve!
Poison Wolf was completely panicked.
He emptied a magazine and abruptly retreated into the car.
He dared not drive towards the crowded downtown area, but instead swerved sharply, crashing through the roadside guardrail and fleeing madly towards the industrial area on the edge of Las Vegas.
Two extremely violent steel machines, one after the other, rushed out of the bustling city that never sleeps.
The surrounding light grew dimmer and dimmer.
The buildings along the roadside gradually turned into extremely desolate abandoned factories and towering shipping containers.
This is an abandoned cargo terminal on the outskirts of Las Vegas.
Poison Wolf floored the accelerator, attempting to use the extremely complex terrain to shake off Lin Zhou.
however.
He ultimately underestimated Lin Zhou's determination to kill.
"boom--!"
The Ducati's engine let out a desperate, near-limit-reaching scream!
Lin Zhou actually completed an extreme 90-degree bend, almost touching the ground, between two extremely narrow containers!
Like a black lightning bolt, he took a shortcut from the side and instantly appeared on the left side of the Ferrari!
Two cars were speeding side by side!
Lin Zhou turned his head and stared intently at the Poison Wolf in the driver's seat through the dark helmet visor.
That look was as if he were looking at a corpse that had already gone cold.
Lin Zhou controls the car with one hand.
With remarkable decisiveness, he drew his Glock 19 pistol from his lower back.
Without any aiming, relying on his incredibly powerful muscle memory, he directly pointed the gun at the Ferrari's front left wheel!
"Bang bang bang!"
Three extremely crisp gunshots echoed across the empty dock!
The Ferrari's front left tire exploded instantly!
"Sizzle—!!!"
At speeds of up to 200 mph, a tire blowout leading to loss of control is extremely catastrophic.
The Ferrari instantly lost its balance!
It spun wildly on the rough cement ground, sparking sparks everywhere.
Finally, it was accompanied by an extremely terrifying loud bang.
"Boom!"
Lin Zhou calmly stepped off the motorcycle, gripped the Glock 19 in his right hand, and walked step by step toward the wrecked supercar.
"Stop playing dead, come out here."
Lin Zhou's voice was extremely cold, echoing across the empty dock.
"Clang!"
The deformed car door was kicked open from the inside with extreme brutality.
Poison Wolf crawled out of the carriage with his face covered in blood.
His left arm was twisted in an extremely bizarre way, clearly broken in the impact.
But in his pale blue right eye, there was no fear of death.
Instead, it revealed an extremely cruel, sinister smile, as if a wicked scheme had succeeded.
"Ahem... Young Master Lin, you certainly have guts."
Poison Wolf spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, leaned against the deformed car door, and gasped for breath.
"But do you really think I fled to this godforsaken, abandoned dock because I was desperate?"
The wolf had barely finished speaking.
"Clatter!"
All around the abandoned dock, more than a dozen extremely dazzling high-powered searchlights suddenly lit up without warning!
The pale beams of light intertwined, illuminating the spot where Lin Zhou was as if it were daytime!
Lin Zhou's eyes narrowed slightly.
A series of extremely rapid footsteps emerged from the shadows of the shipping containers from all directions.
Accompanied by a series of extremely crisp gun cocking sounds.
"Click-click-click—"
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Poison Wolf clutched his broken arm and laughed wildly.
He looked at Lin Zhou, who was surrounded, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.
"You're lucky you didn't die in that torrential rain seven years ago."
"Today, I'll personally send you off to reunite with that old bastard Lin Zhenguo!"
Poison Wolf extended his intact right hand, took a shotgun handed to him by his subordinate, and loaded it with bullets.
"Open fire! Turn him into a sieve!"
A life-or-death situation.
Lin Zhou was being pointed at by twenty automatic rifles.
But he did something that sent chills down everyone's spine.
He suddenly laughed.
The laughter was extremely cold and contemptuous, as if it were directed at a group of utterly pathetic clowns.
At this critical moment.
Deep within Lin Zhou's mind, the system's extremely piercing and insane mechanical synthesized voice exploded like thunder!
【warn!warn! 】
[An extremely deadly physical threat has been detected! The host's vital signs are at risk of dropping to zero!]
[Hidden points prize pool unlocked!]
[Should I immediately consume all reputation points to perform a final, ultimate transformation of my basic combat skills?!]
Under the pale searchlight, Lin Zhou's eyes transformed into an extremely deep abyss of death.
He casually took off the black helmet with bullet marks on his head.
It was thrown on the ground at his feet in an extremely casual manner, like throwing away trash.
"Clang!"
The sound of the helmet rolling off was exceptionally clear on the deathly silent dock.
Lin Zhou raised his head, his peach blossom eyes surging with a terrifying killing intent that could change the very heavens and earth.
His thin lips parted slightly, as if Death himself were delivering the final judgment.
"system."
"Exchange it for me."
"[Grandmaster-level Ultimate Fighting Technique]!"
"And [God-level Gun Mastery]!"