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Chapter 406 - 243: Yo, Armored Vehicle (Supplement)_2

Chapter 406: Chapter 243: Yo, Armored Vehicle (Supplement)_2

This move, commonly seen in the entertainment industry,

had nothing to do with Brian.

Taking advantage of the slowed speed of the convoy, which also happened to be at a corner of the lane,

Brian didn’t hesitate and quickly approached the vehicle guarded in the middle.

His actions immediately raised the alarm of the leading vehicles.

The driver asked his companion, "Did we arrange for any other reporters today?"

His companion shook his head, "No, and those guys from the operations department never arrange for strangers."

As he spoke, he rolled down the window and said to the approaching Brian, "Buddy, if you don’t want trouble, stay back... this is..."

Bang~

Along with a gunshot,

the bodyguard’s eyes went wide.

Streams of blood flowed from his forehead.

His lips moved twice and, powerless, he collapsed on the window, shot dead instantly.

The shot came very suddenly.

The driver was startled at first, then immediately tried to close the window and step on the gas to speed away from the corner.

Bang~

Another shot.

The bullet precisely passed through the body hanging in the window, hitting the driver in the neck.

He clutched his neck and turned to look outside.

All he saw was the electric window moving up and down, trapping his companion’s head, never to close again.

"FK!"

The two bodyguards in the rear seat finally realized what had happened.

They quickly rolled down the windows, ready to return fire.

The two vehicles behind also reacted.

The windows of the middle vehicle, hastily closed.

The last vehicle began to reverse, with the barrel of an automatic rifle peering through the slowly lowering window gap.

...

All of this happened in just a few seconds.

Across the street, the two young people taking photos screamed.

The boy with the camera, after taking two close-up shots of the relaxed-looking Brian as he continued to approach the vehicle, pulled his companion and rushed into the crowd of tourists screaming and hiding.

Brian didn’t care in the slightest.

Almost in the instant the windows were opened,

his pistol’s bullets poured through the gaps straight into the heads of the bodyguards trying to retaliate, killing them instantly, brutally.

In the blink of an eye,

three of the vehicles, except for the last one that started to back up, trying to return to the back of the hotel, fell silent.

Brian paid it no mind.

He arrived in front of the middle vehicle.

The windows here had already been closed.

These vehicles had special glass; you couldn’t see inside from the outside.

Brian aimed at the window and bang, bang, fired two shots.

Thud, thud~

The bullets that struck the window actually bounced back.

Inside the vehicle, a woman’s slightly frightened voice came through the speaker, "The car is the best bulletproof vehicle, the hotel staff and police will be here any moment, tell me who sent you to kill me, or you’re a dead man!"

Listening to her voice, there was something odd in Brian’s eyes.

This woman was so timid?

His ears twitched, and without delay, he raised his fist high.

Bulletproof vehicle?

Can it stop my fist?

Inside the car,

a well-dressed woman curled up in terror.

Beside her, two bodyguards lay dead, their heads blown open.

The driver was much calmer than she was.

He waved his pistol, "Don’t worry, the security team is on its way, this lunatic is as good as dead."

Judging by his tone, he had no respect for his boss.

Swinging a fist at a bullet-resistant vehicle?

What else could that be if not insanity?

The next moment,

Boom~

The modified stretch limousine, weighing a full seven tons, suddenly jolted and forcefully slid several inches across the ground.

The two survivors inside the car were both shocked as they looked towards the window.

Outside the window, the attacker raised his fist again, as if lifting a huge hammer, and slammed it down at the edge of the car window.

Boom~

The car shifted and vibrated once more.

The driver, who had remained relatively calm, now trembled with the handgun in his palm, "FK, I must have taken too many drugs..."

One punch had shifted a seven-ton modified car.

It was outrageous!

Even ramming the car wouldn’t do the job this easily!

...

Outside, Brian didn’t care about the terror brewing in the hearts of those inside the car.

He could hear the sound of sirens.

His full-power burst mode had too distinct a signature.

Brian would not use it in public.

Looking at the immovable bulletproof glass windows and their frames, he holstered his handgun at his waist, raised his hands high, his muscles and bones tensing like the tightest machinery, readying for the quickest charge and release of energy.

Boom, boom, boom~

Accompanied by the ground shaking, the vehicle swayed, and countless afterimages enveloped the expensive bulletproof modified vehicle.

One punch wasn’t enough.

Then a hundred punches, a thousand punches!

Endless strength gathered, a continuous rebounding force transmitted through Brian’s bones and muscles, which his ingenious mechanical body then redirected back into his fists, making each punch more ferocious than the last.

The armored car didn’t have such an advanced stress dissipation structure.

The power continued to build up.

In just four or five seconds, the metal frame of the car window and the corners of the bulletproof glass began to twist, deform, and even shatter.

Under the horrified gazes of the two inside the car.

Boom~

With a final explosive sound.

The special alloy window, unable to withstand Brian’s violent destruction, deformed under the stress, dragging along the bulletproof glass riddled with countless cracks, and smashed into the interior of the car.

"Hoo~"

Brian exhaled a breath of foul air and looked inside the car.

He saw inside, on the luxurious seat, a woman in a tight-fitting pencil skirt, now one with the flying window.

The reason there was only a description of her lower body in a work skirt was that the upper part was completely flattened.

A bit further on.

A man holding a handgun, with a vacant expression in his eyes, was also staring at Brian as he poked his head inside.

"Hm?"

Brian’s eyebrows furrowed.

Why hadn’t he received the notification of his "obsession" being fulfilled?

He knocked on the car’s frame, "Buddy, this woman isn’t Sudan?"

The driver shook his head mechanically, "No, Sudan never really appears in public, the one on TV and outside is always a body double."

Brian nodded, "Where is she?"

"I don’t know..."

The more the driver spoke, the more sober he became.

He looked at Brian with alarm, "I really don’t know Sudan’s whereabouts, probably only the casino manager knows; he’s at the very top of the hotel."

The driver, holding the gun, had never felt so vulnerable before.

The handgun didn’t offer him any sense of security.

How could a human be so terrifying?

"Thank you."

Brian politely thanked him and turned towards the car that had sped off.

As they saw his retreating figure.

And listened to the sound of sirens approaching.

The driver bit his teeth, his hands shakily gripped the muzzle of the gun, aiming at Brian’s back.

Bang~

Accompanied by a gunshot.

The handgun fell.

The driver, who could have lived, touched the empty space on his forehead in a daze and then collapsed, powerless.

Brian, without turning his head, stuffed the handgun back into his pocket.

It was difficult to sneak attack him now.

He would suggest a direct barrage of fire or supersonic missiles instead.