Doomsday America

Chapter 42 I must be dreaming

Ahead, as the Tyrannosaurus Rex Pikachu roared closer and closer, the McLaren immediately began a new round of acceleration.

Its speed jumped from around 260 to around 300, and it's still going up!
Seeing this, Gavin floored the accelerator and yelled at Eugene.

"Fuck him, his car is faster, shoot him, suppress him!"

"I know, damn it, I should have brought a rifle!"

Eugene responded with a string of curses, and at the same time aimed the loaded Colt Python straight ahead and fired it all at once.

Unfortunately, the effective range of the SCAR tactical rifle is between 500 and 600 meters, and its maximum range is almost over 1,000 meters.

The Colt Python and Eugene lever shotgun have effective ranges of 50 meters and 40 meters respectively, and their maximum ranges are only 200 meters and 150 meters. How can they compete with the SCAR?
Thinking of this, Gavin gritted his teeth and glanced at the speedometer; the Tyrannosaurus Rex's speed had already increased to 300 kilometers per hour.

Even if Madison's Tyrannosaurus Rex had been modified, it probably could only reach a maximum range of around 310 kilometers.

And McLaren...

If Gavin remembers correctly, the McLaren can reach speeds of at least 340 or even 350 km/h!
As expected, when the McLaren accelerated further, the gradually narrowing gap between the two cars came to a sudden halt.

Immediately afterwards, the distance between the two began to widen!
Gavin had finally closed the distance to 210 meters, but in just two seconds it was widened to 230 meters.

"Fake!"

Gavin cursed angrily, then glanced at Eugene loading bullets and roared.

"Give me the gun!"

"Are you sure? Shit! Then drive carefully!"

Eugene handed the reloaded Colt Python to Gavin, who, with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the gun, immediately tried to aim at the McLaren.

Seeing this, Eugene quickly made a hallelujah gesture on his chest, then continued loading the pistol and shotgun.

Eugene couldn't help but be fearless, because once a car's speed reaches 300 km/h, even a small pebble on the road could cause it to skid and overturn!
Even now, when they are on the highway, they cannot guarantee absolute safety.

And Gavin... that's what he's betting on!

Gavin took aim briefly.

boom!
The first shot missed, but that didn't matter. Gavin continued to fire steadily at the McLaren at a rate of one shot per second to maintain the pressure.

He shouted at Eugene while firing the gun.

"Then shoot him. I want to see how long he can keep driving like that!"

"Shit, Boss, don't do this, I'm fucking scared!"

Upon hearing Gavin's words, Eugene swallowed hard and continued speaking while loading the bullet.

"I'm afraid I have to give you some advice. Sometimes we don't need to be so radical. I'm not even angry anymore. Being alive is the most important thing, really!"

"Alive? Bullshit! I almost died! Just a hair's breadth away!"

Gavin responded angrily, firing his sixth shot, emptying the Colt Python magazine once again.

He immediately threw the python into Eugene's arms, then reached out and snatched Eugene's revolver, continuing to fire the gun.

His action of grabbing the gun nearly scared Eugene so much that he peed himself.

"No... hold onto the steering wheel, I'm begging you, I'll shoot, I'll kill him right now!"

While desperately trying to stop Gavin, Eugene raised his shotgun and fired.

At the same time, Gavin also fired repeatedly while holding Eugene's revolver.

boom!
Wow!

It's unclear whose bullet struck, but nearly 270 meters away, the rear window of the McLaren shattered.

"Well done, keep it up!"

Gavin yelled and kept firing, while Eugene, looking panicked, clutched his shotgun and stared at the McLaren ahead.

"Shit, stop recklessly! It's slipping! It's slipping!"

To Eugene's delight, after the McLaren's rear window was smashed, the McLaren jerked its rear end sharply.

Immediately afterwards, the McLaren gradually lost its balance and began to sway left and right on the road like a snake.

Gavin stared intently at McLaren and took the opportunity to continue closing in on him.

But after a full five seconds, the McLaren still hadn't rolled over.

Fortunately, although the McLaren did not overturn, its speed inevitably decreased slightly, and Gavin narrowed the distance between it and the Tyrannosaurus Rex to about 140 meters.

In the passenger seat, Eugene loaded the lever-operated shotgun, then quickly picked it up and fired two more shots at the McLaren.

When the distance is within 150 meters, the power of the shotgun is immediately unleashed.

After two shots, the McLaren's left rear tire exploded with a bang, and then it spun wildly like a top, even bouncing twice in the middle.

"Fake!"

Seeing the McLaren spinning like a top, Eugene shouted excitedly.

"You can slow down now, boss!"

Hearing Eugene's words, Gavin let out a breath and glanced at Eugene with amusement. "Just because I scared you a little doesn't mean you'll call me boss?"
Putting aside his inner banter, Gavin controlled the Tyrannosaurus Rex to gradually slow down.

When the Tyrannosaurus Rex slowed down to about 140 kilometers per hour, the wildly spinning McLaren finally crashed into the roadside guardrail.

Then, the McLaren crashed into the guardrail with sparks flying all the way, and gradually came to a stop on the side of the road.

At this point, Gavin slammed on the brakes, bringing the Tyrannosaurus Rex to a stop approximately 25 meters from the McLaren.

After parking the car, he quickly jumped out and hid behind the hood of the Tyrannosaurus Rex to load the Colt Python.

At the same time, he shouted in the direction of McLaren.

"Are the people in the car still alive?!"

"He's still alive, you son of a bitch! I saw him holding a gun and still breathing. He's a god of war!"

Eugene got out of the car to answer Gavin's question, and casually opened the car door to use as cover.

The two hid for six or seven seconds without receiving any response.

Seeing this, Eugene shouted to Gavin.

"You keep an eye on him, I'm going to take a look!"

"Go."

Gavin waved to Eugene, then aimed a fully loaded Colt at the McLaren's cockpit.

At that very moment, the man in the suit in the McLaren's driver's seat was panting heavily, clutching his SCAR rifle.

Eugene, gun in hand, took two steps closer, observed, and growled.

"He's still alive, but he doesn't look like he'll live much longer. Let me check on that woman!"

As he spoke, Eugene walked to the front of the McLaren, circled around to the passenger side, and glanced inside.

At the same time, Gavin got out from behind the car, carrying a gun, and came to McLaren's side.

The McLaren's body has been torn and deformed, but the frame is still in relatively good condition.

The driver, who was holding the gun, was covered in blood and vomiting blood. He probably had many broken ribs and his lungs were likely punctured by bone fragments.

Gavin shook his head, reached out and opened the McLaren door, activated the airbag, and leaned into the driver's arms to grab his SCAR.

Gavin grabbed the rifle, put away the python, and dragged the driver off his seat with the rifle in his hand.

At the same time, Eugene yanked on the passenger door twice, cursing under his breath.

"Damn it, the passenger side was badly damaged; the door can't be opened!"

After saying that, Eugene used a sprayer to clean up the remaining half of the broken glass on the car door, and then pulled the woman in the red dress out of the window.

"Alas, what a damn pity!"

After finally managing to drag the woman out, Eugene smacked his lips regretfully and said to Gavin from a distance.

"I was hoping for a Hollywood-style hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress moment, but this girl broke her spine; she's doomed."

At this point, Eugene curiously lifted the woman's skirt and glanced at her.

"Aha, boss, this chick isn't wearing underwear!"

"You fucking..."

Upon hearing Eugene's words, Gavin, who was rummaging through the driver's body for magazines, cursed in annoyance.

Upon hearing this, Eugene responded nonchalantly.

"What did I do wrong? I didn't even eat it while it was hot. Isn't that considerate enough?"

"Speaking of which, this girl is really pretty, boss, do you want to take a look?"

After saying that, Eugene shook his head regretfully and gently patted the woman in the red dress on the face.

"Hey."

He asked the woman who was still barely blinking.

"Can you still hear me? If you can, then I'm sorry, I can't save you. I can only end your suffering sooner."

After saying that, Eugene released the woman in the red dress and aimed the shotgun at her heart.

At the same time, Gavin pulled out three magazines and stuffed them into his pockets.

Gavin then approached the woman and examined her condition.

With just one glance, Gavin knew this woman was beyond saving; she was lying on the ground, but her buttocks were facing the sky.

In short, my waist twisted all around...

Seeing this, Gavin waved his hand.

"Send her away."

(End of this chapter)