Chapter 540: The Assassin Came for Nan Jiaojiao

He couldn’t believe it, and upon a closer look, the sharpness in Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes had already vanished.

Was it a mistake?

Yet he had an intuition that these assassins were targeting Nan Jiaojiao.

Otherwise, why concentrate the attack on the passenger-side glass?

At that moment, a bullet whizzed past, deliberately aiming for the largest spiderweb crack, and Yaen Chi reacted quickly, pressing on Nan Jiaojiao’s shoulder to push her back into the seat.

The glass shattered with a hole.

The bullet penetrated Yaen Chi’s right shoulder, and he grunted, almost unable to hold up; he grabbed the sleeve of his right shoulder and forcefully stripped it down.

A ghastly hole bled on the shoulder.

“Damn it!”

The sniper was professional.

Looking at both domestic and international mercenary organizations, few could boast so many top-tier mercenaries.

“Don’t you have a gun on you?”

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly asked.

Yaen Chi was stunned for a moment, swallowed a mouthful of bloody water, his face tensed fiercely, “Yes, I have a gun, how the hell did I forget it!”

He drove single-handedly, and from the bottom of a drawer, he pulled out a compact handgun.

He searched for the sniper’s position, and noticing an exposure on one side, raised his hand toward that direction.

However, the gun was suddenly snatched from his hand.

Nan Jiaojiao turned sideways, lifted a leg, rested it on the door, and aimed through the broken center of the spiderweb, firing several shots, all hitting the target.

Yaen Chi was stunned.

The marksmanship…

Was it really that accurate?

And at night!

“Just focus on driving, I’ll handle this.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t glance at him, resolved the snipers on both sides, then quickly estimated how many more were ambushed in the shadows, and suddenly fired a shot towards a particular area on the right.

Yaen Chi gulped and swallowed, “Did you know there was someone in that direction?”

Naturally.

Back in her days leading ambushes with the Killing Alliance, she arranged her most capable subordinates at several key shooting vantage points.

Fortunately, the enemy didn’t have many snipers.

Nan Jiaojiao was running out of bullets.

“Bullets.”

Yaen Chi was genuinely stunned.

Fortunately, his hands and brain operated independently.

As soon as Nan Jiaojiao spoke, it was as if she had issued a command, an unconscious submission to her, and he immediately pulled out a box from the drawer.

“All here, about two dozen rounds.”

“Enough.”

Nan Jiaojiao quickly reloaded, pulled the trigger, then suddenly unbuckled her seatbelt, and knelt on the seat, firing toward the back of the car.

The back window was also shattered, and she fired through the opening, attacking the cars following them.

Not aiming at the windows but targeting the headlights and front tires instead.

The pursuit was fierce, the enemy’s car speed at its peak, unprepared, or rather unbelieving that someone surrounded and pursued could still manage to counterattack.

Even a few cars collided, igniting a towering blaze on the road.

“Jiaojiao, who exactly…”

Yaen Chi’s forehead was sweating, “are you?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t answer him, glanced at the handgun, tried to shoot, no bullets left.

“Don’t ask, we haven’t killed them all, time to escape.”

She thought there were only seven or eight cars, but now twelve or thirteen appeared in their view, not nearly enough bullets.

Suddenly a car rapidly approached, targeting Yaen Chi’s car.

Despite Yaen Chi’s sharp turn of the steering wheel, he couldn’t completely avoid it, his face suddenly filled with horror, his thoughts frozen in panic, he thought they wouldn’t escape this time, when suddenly another car approached rapidly, charging with a reckless air into the enemy’s car.

Yaen Chi exclaimed joyfully, “Brother Yan is here?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked back, recognized the license plate, and saw a bloody face illuminated by firelight in the burning fronts of both cars.

“Go back!”