"Are you sure you want to keep driving forward?" Faye Shangguan's tone carried a hint of hesitation.
"If you want to break out, just do as I say!"
As he spoke, Ian Song reached out the window again, holding his pistol.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Four gunshots rang out in succession, immediately followed by four massive explosions—the four cars behind them all blew up.
Watching this, Faye Shangguan was at a complete loss for words; this guy was simply inhuman. In his hands, a pistol was even more powerful than a rocket launcher.
Ratatatat!
The helicopters above opened fire, pouring a rain of dense machine-gun bullets at the military Hummer carrying the three of them.
At that moment, Ian aimed his pistol at the three armed helicopters in the sky.
"Has this guy lost his mind? Shooting at helicopters with a pistol?" Faye muttered, dodging bullets while still sneaking glances at Ian.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three more gunshots echoed.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the sky, the three armed helicopters exploded into balls of fire, scattering debris everywhere—a truly spectacular sight.
"Holy crap, he really blew them up!"
Seeing the three helicopters explode, Faye's eyes glazed over in utter disbelief.
"Watch out!" Cynthia Murong screamed.
Faye snapped back to reality, realizing she'd nearly driven off the road. She quickly jerked the wheel, swerving the car back onto the main lane.
"Hey, can you pay a little more attention? At this rate, we'll die in a car crash before the CIA even gets us!" Ian's voice rang out with a hint of mockery.
As he spoke, Ian fired his pistol at seven cars two hundred meters ahead.
Boom! Boom!
Explosions erupted one after another, and the road ahead instantly turned into a giant sea of fire, engulfing dozens of armed personnel who screamed in agony.
Faye slammed on the brakes, staring ahead in horror. She swallowed nervously, then turned to Ian: "How... how did you hit their fuel tanks?"
After all, those seven vehicles were facing them head-on, and bullets can't curve—how could he possibly hit the fuel tanks?
"My bullets can curve!" Ian half-joked, half-serious. "Enough talk—just keep driving!"
"The fire up ahead is huge! How are we supposed to drive through it?" Faye retorted.
"Let me do it!"
Ian reached out, grabbed Faye, and pulled her from the driver's seat to the back. He quickly slid into the driver's position himself.
He shifted gears and floored the accelerator. The previously stationary Hummer roared forward like a charging bull.
60 km/h.
80 km/h.
120 km/h.
......
In the blink of an eye, the Hummer charged right up to the sea of fire!
"No!" Cynthia screamed in terror, covering her eyes with both hands. Faye's mouth dropped open, her eyes wide as saucers, inwardly cursing: "Damn it, I'm still a virgin—am I really going to die at this bastard's hands?"
Just as the Hummer was about to smash into the fire, Ian suddenly lifted the front, launching it into the air. In a split second, they soared over the five-meter-wide wall of flames.
Bang!
The wheels slammed back onto the ground, jolting the whole vehicle violently. Thankfully, the Hummer was sturdy—any ordinary car would have fallen apart.
"I'm... still alive?"
Cynthia lowered her hands from her eyes and looked at the Hummer, now back to normal driving. She let out a shaky sigh of relief.
"Of course you're not dead!" Ian suddenly had an idea. "Miss Murong, let me tell you a joke." Without waiting for her reply, he continued, "Someone online once said they'd never ride with a female driver again. Apparently, when a crash was about to happen, instead of hitting the brakes, she just covered her eyes..."
Cynthia was stunned for a moment, then her cheeks flushed red. She burst out laughing and gave Ian an exasperated glare. "Are you making fun of me?"
But that laugh eased her nerves considerably.
Over the next hour, the three of them ran into multiple roadblocks. At one point, an armed helicopter even fired a missile at them, but Ian shot it down in midair. The helicopter ended up destroyed by its own missile.
Outside Olma Mall, with a loud screech, a black Hummer came to a stop, drawing the attention of many onlookers.
Immediately, a man and two women jumped out of the car and rushed into the mall—it was Ian and the others, of course.
"Hey, why did you bring us to a mall?" Faye asked.
"You'll see soon enough," Ian replied calmly.
"Don't tell me you plan to take hostages?" Cynthia interjected.
"Only low-level terrorists do that kind of thing!" Ian scoffed. As he spoke, they reached the second-floor clothing section.
His gaze swept over the racks of clothes, and he quickly picked out a few items and tossed them to the two women.
"Change into these as fast as you can!"
The two women knew they were still in danger, so they didn't dare waste time and rushed into the fitting rooms.
Ian simply grabbed a jacket and pants and changed right there.
Soon, the two women emerged in their new clothes, but looked rather unhappy—the outfits Ian chose were way too big, and all men's clothing.
"Follow me!"
Ian tossed a wad of U.S. dollars to the clerk and dragged the two women into the mall restroom.
Less than a minute after Ian and the others entered the restroom, a white youth hurried up to the third floor.
Five minutes later—
Three white youths walked out of the restroom.
Thinking back to the face she’d just seen in the mirror, Faye could hardly believe her eyes—Ian had actually turned himself into a young white man with makeup, and even she couldn’t spot a single flaw. It was incredible.
"Alright, we can just walk straight out of the mall now!"
As the three stepped out of the mall, dozens of police cars sped up, making Faye and Cynthia tense up.
"Relax, none of them know who you are," Ian reminded them softly.
Just then—
Bang bang bang bang!
A burst of gunfire echoed from inside the mall, followed by a flood of screams.
Bang bang bang bang!
A head appeared at a third-floor window and opened fire on the police below.
"Run!"
When the gunfire erupted inside, panic spread through the crowd outside. Now, with a gunman shooting at police, people screamed and fled in all directions.
The police returned fire while shouting "Go, go, go!" as they rushed into the mall.
Half an hour later—
Downtown Los Angeles, inside an ordinary apartment.
The trio, now back in their true Asian appearances, sat on the living room sofa watching the news. The broadcast was about the Los Angeles police heroically capturing a "terrorist" at Olma Mall.
Faye glanced curiously at the young couple cooking in the kitchen, then at the white 'terrorist' on the news, her mind full of questions. She just couldn't figure out why that American in the mall had helped them by drawing police attention.
And the owners of this apartment seemed way too easygoing—Ian had only spoken with them privately for two minutes, and they'd agreed to let them stay temporarily.