Up ahead, the Tyrannosaurus pickup roared as it drew closer, and the McLaren immediately began accelerating again.
Its speed shot up from around 260 kilometers per hour to around 300, and it was still climbing!
Seeing this, Gavin floored the gas and shouted at Eugene.
"Fuck, his car's faster! Shoot at him and keep him pinned down!"
"I know, damn it! I really should've brought a rifle!"
Eugene cursed in reply, then aimed the loaded Colt Python straight ahead and emptied it in one go.
At a distance of more than two hundred meters, a handgun wasn't very accurate. After six shots, he hadn't even hit the McLaren.
Gavin gritted his teeth and glanced at the speedometer. The Tyrannosaurus had already reached 300 kilometers per hour.
Even with modifications, Madison's Tyrannosaurus could probably only reach around 310 kilometers per hour at most.
But the McLaren...
If Gavin remembered correctly, a McLaren could reach at least 340, or even 350 kilometers per hour!
Sure enough, once the McLaren accelerated further, the gap between the two cars stopped shrinking.
Then the distance between them began to grow!
Gavin had finally closed the gap to 210 meters, but in just two seconds, it had widened to 230.
"Fuck!"
Gavin swore, then glanced at Eugene as he loaded his gun and shouted.
"Give me the gun!"
"You sure? Shit! Then be careful driving!"
Eugene handed Gavin the Colt Python, now loaded again. Gavin kept one hand on the steering wheel and immediately tried to aim the gun at the McLaren with the other.
Seeing this, Eugene quickly made a hallelujah gesture over his chest, then went back to loading the handgun and shotgun.
Eugene had every reason to be scared. Once a car hit 300 kilometers per hour, even a small pebble on the road could make it skid and roll!
And Gavin... that was exactly what he was betting on!
Gavin took brief aim.
Bang!
He missed, but that didn't matter. He kept firing at the McLaren at a steady rate of one shot per second, keeping up the pressure.
As he shot, he shouted at Eugene.
"Keep shooting at him! I want to see how long he can keep driving like a maniac!"
"Shit, BOSS, don't do this! I'm fucking scared!"
At Gavin's words, Eugene swallowed and kept loading as he continued.
"I have to say, sometimes we don't need to be so reckless. I'm not even angry anymore. Staying alive is what matters, really!"
"Staying alive? Bullshit! I almost died! I was this close!"
Gavin snapped back, firing a sixth shot and emptying the Colt Python again.
He immediately tossed the Python into Eugene's arms, then snatched Eugene's revolver and kept shooting.
His sudden move nearly scared the piss out of Eugene.
"Don't... Keep your hands on the wheel, I'm begging you! I'll shoot, I'll fucking kill him!"
Eugene desperately tried to stop Gavin while raising the shotgun and firing.
At the same time, Gavin kept firing Eugene's revolver.
Bang!
Crash!
It was impossible to tell whose bullet did the trick, but nearly 270 meters away, the McLaren's rear window shattered.
"Nice shot! Keep going!"
Gavin shouted and continued firing. Eugene, gripping the shotgun in a panic, stared at the McLaren up ahead and said,
"Shit, stop risking your life! It's skidding, it's skidding!"
To Eugene's delight, the McLaren's rear end lurched violently after its rear window shattered.
Then it began to lose balance, swaying from side to side on the road like a greedy snake.
Gavin kept his eyes fixed on the McLaren and took the opportunity to keep closing in.
But a full five seconds passed, and the McLaren still hadn't rolled over.
Fortunately, even though it hadn't crashed, its speed had dropped a little, allowing Gavin to close the gap to around 140 meters.
In the passenger seat, Eugene finished loading the lever-action shotgun and quickly raised it to fire two more shots at the McLaren.
Once they were within 150 meters, the shotgun's power came into play.
After two shots, the McLaren's left rear tire exploded. The car then spun wildly like a top, even bouncing twice along the way.
"Fuck!"
As the McLaren turned into a spinning top, Eugene shouted excitedly,
"You can slow down now, boss!"
At Eugene's words, Gavin let out a breath and looked at him with amusement.
One little scare and now you're calling me boss?
Brushing aside his teasing thoughts, Gavin slowly eased the Tyrannosaurus to a stop.
When its speed dropped to around 140 kilometers per hour, the wildly spinning McLaren finally slammed into the guardrail.
Then it scraped along the rail in a shower of sparks before gradually coming to a stop by the roadside.
At last, Gavin hit the brakes and brought the Tyrannosaurus to a stop about 25 meters from the McLaren.
After parking, he hurriedly jumped out, took cover behind the front of the Tyrannosaurus, and reloaded the Colt Python.
At the same time, he called toward the McLaren.
"Is anyone in there still alive?"
"He's alive, the son of a bitch! I can see him moving. He's a fucking war god!"
Eugene got out and answered Gavin, then opened the car door to use it as cover.
They stayed hidden like that for six or seven seconds, but no response came.
Seeing this, Eugene called out to Gavin.
"Keep an eye on him. I'm going to take a look!"
"Go ahead."
Gavin waved Eugene on, then aimed the loaded Colt at the McLaren's driver's seat.
At that moment, the suited man in the driver's seat was clutching a SCAR rifle and gasping for breath.
Eugene approached with his gun, peered inside, and muttered,
"He's alive, but it doesn't look like he'll last long. Let me check on the woman!"
As he spoke, Eugene moved to the front of the McLaren and glanced into the passenger seat.
At the same time, Gavin emerged from behind the car and approached the McLaren with his gun.
The McLaren's body had been torn out of shape, but the frame had held up fairly well.
The driver, still clutching his gun, was covered in blood. He was spitting blood, too. His ribs were probably badly broken, and bone fragments had likely punctured his lungs.
Gavin shook his head, reached up to open the McLaren's door, shoved the airbag aside, and leaned in to grab the SCAR from the driver's arms.
After taking the rifle, Gavin put away the Python, then dragged the driver out of his seat by the rifle.
Meanwhile, Eugene tugged at the passenger door twice and cursed.
"Shit, the passenger side's hit worse. The door won't even open!"
After that, Eugene used the shotgun to clear away the remaining shards of glass from the door, then pulled the Red Dress Woman out through the window.
"Whoo! What a shame!"
After finally dragging the woman out, Eugene clicked his tongue regretfully and called to Gavin from a distance.
"I was hoping for some Hollywood-style heroics, but this chick's got a broken spine. She's done for."
As he spoke, Eugene lifted the woman's skirt and peeked underneath.
"Ha! Boss, this chick isn't wearing any underwear!"
"You son of a bitch..."
Hearing Eugene, Gavin cursed irritably as he searched the driver for magazines.
Eugene answered without a care.
"What? I didn't even take advantage of her while she was still warm. Isn't that considerate enough?"
"Anyway, this chick's really pretty. Boss, want to come take a look?"
After speaking, Eugene shook his head regretfully and lightly slapped the Red Dress Woman's cheek.
"Hey."
He asked the woman, who was barely managing to blink.
"Can you still hear me? If you can, I'm sorry, but I can't save you. I can only put an end to your suffering a little sooner."
After he finished speaking, Eugene let go of the Red Dress Woman and aimed the shotgun at her heart.
At the same time, Gavin found three magazines and stuffed them into his pockets.
Then Gavin came over to the woman and looked at her condition.
One glance was enough for Gavin to know she was beyond saving. She was lying on the ground, but her backside was pointing up at the sky.
In short, her waist had twisted around...
Seeing this, Gavin waved a hand.
"Put her out of her misery."
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