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The leisurely race of Henry and the other two cars also turned into a dangerous chase.

Take those pickup trucks with machine guns, for example. If someone could stand up and start firing, at least one of the two vehicles here would have to be killed today.

Fortunately, at the current speed, no one can stand on the bumpy rear bed.

A black man who didn't believe in evil stood up from the rear truck, pulled the bolt of the machine gun, and was ready to fire.

Unexpectedly, the pickup truck bounced, allowing him to fire his gun directly at the front of his own car, blowing the driver's head off.

After being thrown into the air, Xiao Hei's machine gun finally slipped from his hand and he was thrown out of the car. The car he was originally riding in also suffered a similar fate.

Seeing the driver being shot dead by a bullet from nowhere, the black guy in the passenger seat hurriedly grabbed the steering wheel.

The impact of the car hitting the ground caused the black man in the passenger seat, who was holding the steering wheel, to lose control of the vehicle. The sudden change in the angle of the front wheels caused the pickup truck to completely lose control. It first skidded, then rolled sideways several times.

But the car that was still being chased had already gone far away.

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Chapter 104: Fleeing

After learning from the previous experience, none of the other black guys in the back of the pickup truck had the courage to stand up and control the machine gun.

Even if you were wearing a seatbelt, you could get hurt while speeding on such an uneven road. And what about those people who had no protective gear and were still dreaming of standing up in the back of the truck?

While the machine guns couldn't be used, other pistols and rifles weren't a problem. As long as they could hold their bodies steady, the black men continued to pour bullets into the two fleeing vehicles.

But the car that took the most heat was the Land Rover driven by Mark, who was following behind. The leading car was moving very fast, and almost all the other cars were chasing it, so the lagging car naturally became the first target of the pursuers.

Sam and Old Bernie fired back from the car windows on both sides, but unfortunately their two guns were no match for the enemy's dozen guns.

Even though at such a speed and in such a condition, the sharpshooter and the black guys who only believed in shooting were all at the same level, there were always some bullets that were lucky enough to penetrate into the car and make Sam and the others scream.

Sam, who was also a young man, said indignantly: "Fuck! Mark, can't you also pick up that damn Mad Fuck gun and fight back?"

Mark yelled, "Shut up! Shut up! Don't bother me. Do you know how nervous I am right now, just trying to keep up with that bastard in front of me?"

"Madfake, ma'am, are you looking for that damn assistant from the rally? If you don't want to flip the fucking car, then don't bother me while I'm driving. I don't have time for a gun right now, you know. Not time for a damn gun!"

Glancing at the speedometer, which was breaking 100 km/h, Mark's inner tension was even greater than he let on. He had braved a hail of bullets and charged the enemy without flinching, yet now, cold sweat was pouring down his palms and forehead.

The others might have been distracted by the gunfight and failed to notice how fast they were moving, but wouldn't Mark, who was responsible for following the car, understand?

First of all, they were not driving on a regular road, which meant the ground was not flat. However, no matter how bumpy the ground was, one could still find a relatively smooth route, which was the route taken by the car in front driven by Henry.

You have to know that the car they drive is a four-wheel drive, as long as all four tires can grip the ground tightly, they can provide the maximum power. So if you drive on a flat surface as much as possible to reduce the vehicle's bounce, you can run the fastest speed.

That's what Henry did.

At first, Mark didn't notice this and simply followed the car in front of him. At that time, their Land Rover was like Tigger, jumping up and down.

It was not until he discovered the trick of the car in front of him, which was so smooth and silky that it felt like driving on a racetrack, that Mark paid attention to the ruts of the car in front of him and followed the same route.

This move increased his speed a lot and the vehicle became much more stable.

However, the increased speed of the car behind him did not allow him to catch up with the car in front. Instead, it prompted Henry's car to accelerate further. It was as if the car in front had not been running as hard as before in order to wait for the car behind to catch up.

Although this discovery didn't make Mark explode, it did boost his confidence. Seeing the car swaying slightly from side to side, Mark chased it more seriously.

Just as he adjusted to the speed of one stage, the car in front would take him to the next stage. Until now, both Land Rovers were running at an average speed of around 120 kilometers per hour.

On the grassland, herbivorous animals that use running as their main means of escape can reach speeds of approximately 60 to 80 kilometers per hour.

A lion's top speed is around 80 kilometers per hour, while the fastest cheetah can reach 120 kilometers per hour. However, these predators can only maintain their top speed for a short period of time, only in brief bursts.

On the grasslands, human cars are not known for their speed, but for their endurance. As long as there's fuel, they can keep running.

But cars wouldn't be able to speed at such high speeds on the grasslands. Anyway, speed racing and off-road racing are two different events, and no one dares to mix them together.

But now the two Land Rovers were driving at speeds only possible on official roads. Didn't you see that the pursuers' vehicles, whether SUVs or pickup trucks, were like go-karts, shaking the black guys in them so much that they questioned their lives.

Besides being bumpy, the biggest problem with the pursuers' vehicles was that their tires didn't grip the ground tightly, preventing them from delivering full power. Naturally, their speed was slower than the two Land Rovers, and they gradually fell behind.

If someone slams on the accelerator and keeps following, there's no need for bullets to deal with it. As long as it runs over a hole in the ground, the whole car will immediately lose control. If you're lucky, you'll get a big jump, otherwise you'll skid and drift, and if you're unlucky, you'll flip directly.

These guys were black men who had lived on the prairie their whole lives. They couldn't drive at that speed, but Henry in the front did it.

Mark followed until he was sweating profusely, afraid that the scenes of the car rollover would happen to him again. He didn't want to die in a robbery, but he also didn't want to die in a car accident.

If he didn't die after the car overturned, but was beaten to death by the black man who caught up with him... the tragedy would be doubled, what a fucking tragic ending.

Sam actually wanted him to shoot now! If Mark had the time to get the gun, the first thing he would do is stuff it into Sam's mouth and pull the trigger a few times.

However, Mark's efforts in chasing the car were not without benefits. At least they were gradually distancing themselves from the pursuers.

But the disadvantages are also obvious, that is, the pursuers began to focus their fire on his car behind, which was closer, rather than the car in front, which was farther away from the pursuers.

But now Mark didn't even have the time to curse. Because the madman leading the way had increased his speed again...

One of the vehicles suddenly pursuing them rushed forward at a reckless speed. As expected, although it broke free from the original traffic jam, it didn't get very far before the bumpy road sent it flying into the air, even tumbling mid-air.

Just as Mark was thinking this was another idiot, a black man jumped out from the back of the flying pickup truck. His jumping ability was amazing, surpassing that of an average person. He fell straight towards the car in front of Henry.

"Fuck mutant!" Mark guessed the other party's possible identity and couldn't help but curse.

If the other party really jumped on top, it would interfere with the driving of the car in front and slow down the speed, which would be very unfavorable for their situation.

But that didn't happen. A hand reached out from the driver's window of the car in front, holding a Colt pistol, and with three bangs, it intercepted the mutant with amazing jumping ability in mid-air.

The force of the bullets prevented the unsuccessful mutant from reaching his destination, and he fell halfway. His body landed right in front of a pursuing car, becoming a sudden obstacle.

Not surprisingly, the car that ran over the unfortunate mutant also flew into the air and rolled in the air.

Chapter 105 Temporarily Escaped the Pursuit

The two vehicles that took off from the pursuers were unable to land safely. They both rolled across the African savannah with a magnificent posture rarely seen in movies, making a terrifying and loud noise.

Especially the car group chasing from behind, in order to avoid being affected, they exploded like flowers scattered by fairies, dodging the two cars that were out of control and rolling.

It can be said that these old blacks' driving skills are much better than the police in the movies. In the movies, as long as one of the pursuing police cars overturns, the following ones will crash into it one after another, forming a chain reaction.

But in reality, these black men who drive on the grasslands as a daily routine expertly avoid rolling vehicles. Even if they sacrifice a little speed, it is better than crashing and overturning.

This sudden incident caused the pursuing vehicles to fall further behind. As the shield behind them, Mark and the other two suddenly felt relieved.

Before, their car was trapped in a semi-encirclement, and bullets were fired from all directions, making them suffer terribly.

Now the pursuers were far behind, and the distance between them was getting farther and farther. The bullets could only be fired sparsely, posing no threat.

After taking a breath, Sam and Old Bernie emptied a magazine and retreated into the car to reload. Sam said, "It looks like they can't catch up now. I wonder if they will take a shortcut and block us again."

Mark was also too busy to speak, and Old Bernie echoed, "The prerequisite for cutting in front of us is that we have a shortcut to the airport. As long as the lead car doesn't take the wrong road and drives straight towards the airport, they won't have a chance to cut in again."

"So, we can only hope that Henry doesn't lead us astray?" Sam asked worriedly.

"Yeah, we can only count on him." Old Boni said as he took out a few hidden grenades from the bottom of the ammunition box.

Sam's eyes lit up when he saw the grenades. Without further ado, they each took a few.

He pulled the latch, popped up the safety bar, and counted silently a few times before lowering the grenade out the window.

There was no need to throw it, the grenade exploded right in the middle of the pursuers' vehicles, causing chaos among the pursuers and giving the two who had been suppressed a sigh of relief.

If the pursuers dared not follow them directly, they would throw the grenades farther away. After all, they could always make the grenades explode where they were supposed to, slowing down the pursuers' pursuit.

From this perspective, we can see how solid their military training was. At least they were quite adept at controlling grenades.

You just have to use fragmentation grenades to deal with vehicles, but you can't blow up one car at a time like in the movies.

Some unlucky guy just happened to drive his car into an exploding fragmentation grenade, and it only shook the car a little.

Under normal circumstances, this damage to a car is insignificant. Unless the shrapnel damages some important parts, it may cause the vehicle to malfunction.

But now they were driving at high speed, and the bump caused the vehicle to lose control.

The skidding car swerved left and right, throwing off a few black men squatting in the back bed before it finally stabilized. However, they were still a long way behind the convoy.

Sam, who was frying with great enthusiasm, stretched out his hand and shook it, and said to Old Bernie: "Come again. I will fry these pickled carrots to death and not eat them."

"No more. The ones just now were the last ones in stock."

"Fuck, you went out with grenades, and that's all you got?"

Old Bernie shrugged and said helplessly, "Ladies are not allowed to bring it. Otherwise, we should start calling names with RPGs now."

Although some high-end goods were smuggled in before, they were all used for another mission to support certain local forces, so they had been given away long ago.

"Fuck!" Sam, who had few good swear lines, grabbed the rifle, leaned half of his body out of the car window, wrapped one foot around the seat belt, and started shooting backwards.

Old Bernie didn't dare to be as bold as the other party, he just stretched out his rifle and fired at the pursuing vehicles he could hit, especially those that were ahead.

Neither of the two shooters considered that they alone could wipe out the entire group of black pursuers. Considering the Vietnam War average of 70,000 rounds to kill one enemy, the ammunition they carried was far from sufficient.

The U.S. military's tactics have always been to rely on pouring bullets to achieve its tactical goals, and killing is not ranked high on the mission objective list.

The two Land Rovers' goal now was to flee to the airport and board a plane to escape. The reckoning with these gangsters could be left for another day!

With Henry leading the way madly, Mark chased the car desperately, and with the harassment of Sam and Old Bernie, the two Land Rovers gradually left the pursuers behind.

However, the jeep driven by the guide was still there, which meant that he knew his destination. So even if he couldn't see anyone, he couldn't relax.

Sam and Old Bernie returned to the car, took the time to check everyone's condition, and loaded bullets into the empty magazines.

If the two sides continue to exchange fire, even if they still have ammunition, the magazines prepared in advance will be almost used up.

Even if one person shoots and the other loads the magazine, they will be suppressed sooner or later without the firepower of one gun.

It was at this moment that they noticed the car's unusual speed and how Mark, whose nerves were almost broken, was concentrating on driving.

"Be careful!" Mark shouted. Old Bernie and Sam immediately dropped everything they were holding and firmly grasped the car door and the handrail on the door to stabilize their bodies.

Sure enough, the car gave a heavy jolt, took a small leap, and then landed smoothly. They were back on the road.

Although Somalia's roads are in a state of disrepair, the driving experience is still better than on the grasslands.

This means two things, one good and one bad.

The good thing is that they are closer to the airport, as long as they take the right road.

The bad thing is, once the pursuers also take to the road, their advantage in choosing the route is gone. The only thing left is a competition of vehicle performance.

Mark saw the rear door of the car in front open, and Brian gestured for Mark not to follow directly behind. Then he pushed the extra boxes of supplies out of the car.

He then shouted to the two people in the car, "Reduce the weight of the vehicle! We can't take the stuff away anyway, so there's no need to leave it in the car."

The two men, understanding the situation, immediately took action. Sam climbed to the back of the car and opened the door. Just as he was about to push the things out, he was stopped by Old Bernie.

Old Bernie took the spare oil tank, poured some gasoline into the wooden box that was scheduled to be discarded, and then threw the whole tank of oil in.

Sam saw this and immediately realized what Old Bernie was up to. He immediately made a simple ignition device and pushed the half-empty ammunition box out.

The crate immediately shattered to the ground, but the fuse successfully ignited the remaining combustible material. Even the ammunition burst into flames like firecrackers before exploding.

Although the pursuers hadn't caught up yet and couldn't set booby traps to inflict any damage, being able to destroy the road and slow down the enemy's advance was still a great benefit.

After pushing several half-empty ammunition boxes, creating several obstacles on the road, some of which were burning and some were not, the two Land Rovers drove away.

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Chapter 106 Temporary Peace

After closing the rear door, Brian climbed back into the back seat and asked Henry, who was driving, "Can you estimate how long it will take to get to the airport?"

"About a little less than thirty minutes." Henry gave a number.

Brian immediately contacted the captain via satellite phone. When he answered, he said, "Get the plane onto the runway. We'll be at the airport in about thirty minutes. We'll take off immediately after we arrive."

"What! Is there a problem over there?"

"Are they the airport personnel who are blocking us?"

"Take out the US dollars from the safe on the plane and give them to them, and then tell them to get out! Otherwise, let them be shot."

"Believe me, you definitely don't want to see your small passenger plane being riddled with machine gun fire before it can even take off. Especially while we're still on the plane."

"Although we've temporarily escaped the pursuit, I don't think those Nigeos will give up easily. They know our destination, which is the airport."

"Just deal with it quickly over there. At worst, you can just not come to Somalia anymore."

"Remember, get the plane to the runway quickly. We only have less than thirty minutes to get to the airport."

After putting away the satellite phone, Brian said to Audrey Hepburn, who looked worried, "Don't worry, ma'am. We just had a little trouble at the airport."