Chapter 43

The white gunman simply couldn't fire his gun. Because of the warning of No. 3, the security team took out the gun when they approached.

At the moment when the white gunman raised his rifle, more than a dozen. 45 caliber air pointed bullets had penetrated the thin body of the van with Mars. Broken warheads and metal fragments splashed in the car, beating and shouting at the people in the car.

Because the initial speed is not high, the fragmented warhead did not cause any fatal injury to the killer in the car, but it is painful enough to have more than a dozen bleeding holes in the body.

"Go, go, go!" The security personnel who got out of the car kicked away the gun in the hand of the wailing white man and jumped back into the car.

"Mr. Harpy, please follow us!" The engine of the first car roared and the tires rubbed black on the ground.

"I followed, followed!" Harpy spat out of the window, then clenched the steering wheel with both hands and focused on the road ahead.

Peper is also pale at the moment. He takes out his cell phone and calls Tony Stark.

"What, why don't you stay well!" Stark was so anxious and angry that he wanted to slap his secretary on the head first.

"You said you must give those things to you at the first time. I don't have a network or portable terminal at hand. I can't send them to you. I can only run over!" Peper was also angry and quarreled directly with stark on the phone.

"Sorry, it's all my fault!" Listening to the voice of little pepper crying, stark inexplicably regretted that he shouldn't have dragged her in.

"Let them drive to me!" Rhodes grabbed the steering wheel in his left hand and picked up the car radio in his right hand. "Hey, boys, get your M16 ready. We're going to have guests!"

"Copy that, sir!" Then there was a sound of loading on the radio. In order to help the brother Town, Rhodes directly brought out the base's guard force. He wanted to see which one with no eyes wanted to perform violence in front of the largest violent organ in the United States.

The attack of the white van was just the beginning. Before the motorcade went far, a motorcycle followed. The rider took out an Uzi submachine gun and shot indiscriminately. Bullets jingled on the body of the rear guard car, splashing white spots. When he found that his weapons could not break through the shell of the car, the rider gave up the pursuit and turned into another road, Uzi dropped the bullet into the Potomac, then accelerated and disappeared into the city.

There are abandoned killers, of course, there are iron ones. A large truck, which is very common on intercontinental highways, also joined the fun. The driver honked his horn all the way and drove the truck at full speed to the speeding motorcade. The security team guarding peper was also anxious. Rolling down the window and crackling at the truck glass was a gun, and a non mainstream head was sticking out of the truck, Holding a short pipe nozzle high, he banged with the team at a distance of tens of meters.

Fortunately, this is a suburb. The fierce exchange of fire between the two sides did not accidentally hurt civilians. At most, some flowers and plants were thinly broken by stray bullets. However, just because this is a suburb, the Washington police can't catch up here for a while and a half. The two sides can only fight and run at the same time.

"Damn it, I must apply to equip us with carbines or PDW next time. If not, give us a shotgun!" While replacing the pistol with a new magazine, the female team leader scolded that the killer's truck had been transformed, and the hood and glass were bulletproof. As a result, they had shot more than 100 shots, and the other party was still intact. However, the other party's transformation was not without cost. The extra weight provided by armor made the truck's engine a little worse than the team, In other words, the other party can keep this distance at most, but if you want to narrow it, don't think about it.

"Ready, they're coming!" Rhodes held 1911 in his hand, which meant a lot of Patton. He commanded the soldiers he brought to park the jeep on both sides of the road, ready to fire and stop the enemy when peper arrived.

As the gunshot got closer and closer, Stark's heart was tense. "If I had a war suit, I wouldn't have solved any problems!" Stark, who remembered to rub his hands, didn't find that he just seemed to have a new idea about war clothes, but even if he remembered, he would wait until his little secretary was saved.

"Here they are, sir!" A soldier shouted, pointing to a speeding car in the distance.

"OK, aim a little and stare at the truck behind!"

Seeing the army in front of him, the giant God's security team was inspired. The truck behind was like brown sugar. It couldn't be thrown away. Now there is reinforcements. If the driver still wants the latter to go back, he should give up.

Unfortunately, it seemed that the driver was either too much or too determined to take the $2 million. The truck gave a long cry, and then followed the giant God's Mercedes Benz and crashed into the Hummer on both sides of the road. The air force soldiers hiding behind could only hide in embarrassment. At this time, Colonel Rhodes reacted fastest. He picked up M16 and pointed a shuttle at the truck's water tank.

The killer whose water tank was exploded panicked, but he didn't have time to run. He had to bite his teeth, turn the front of the car and drive to the woods under the road, but Rhodes naturally won't let go of the credit. With a big hand, he chased after his soldiers.

Stark naturally ran to his secretary.

"Get out of the way, harpy!" Pushing away the driver who wanted to hold him, stark took peper and held her in his arms, with an apology on his face.

"I'm sorry, pepper, I shouldn't have let you go!"

"It's okay, I'm really okay, this is the data!" Peper's face was still wet with tears, but she remained finally strong in front of her boss. She shivered out a USB flash disk from her tightly held bag and handed it to stark.

"This is the evidence of obadya's arms trafficking. He made a bill. He clearly remembered who sold each sum and what goods it was!"

"OK, I see!" Stark nodded. He used to regard obadai Adam as his most important dependence. Now it seems that this dependence is the one that hurt him the most.

"Hello, is this director Martin? I'm Tony Stark. I have a document here to prove that obadya, executive director of stark industry, has committed treason. I don't know if you are interested!" After taking a cursory look at the contents of the USB flash disk, stark called a friend of the FBI in New York who was very familiar with him.