"Boom boom boom——!"
Deafening explosions erupted on the street as the muzzle of the M2 heavy machine gun spewed forth fiery flas, extending a ter long like a roaring fire dragon.
The first bullet tore through the air, instantly passing through Lincoln’s car door and directly hitting Ellison Parker, who was curled up inside.
The imnse kinetic energy of the bullet shredded his body, causing blood and flesh to splatter like an erupting volcano, staining the car’s seats and windows.
As the gunfire roared, the tactical team captain instinctively hit the ground, wishing he could ld with the earth.
From the sky, two dia helicopters clearly captured the scene.
In the footage, the hunter stood alone holding the M2 heavy machine gun, firmly positioned in the middle of the street. The muzzle’s flas were so intense that everything around him turned to darkness.
Laypersons witnessing this scene could only marvel at his ferocity and ruthlessness, while professionals felt a chill run down their spines, filled with imnse dread.
"How is this possible?!" A comntator stared at the live footage, his voice trembling with disbelief.
"The .50 caliber machine gun rounds have muzzle energy exceeding 15,000 joules! For ordinary people, just a single shot’s recoil could fracture their clavicles, let alone continuous firing!
How can this hunter wield it without a tripod, relying solely on his body strength?"
The muzzle energy of a regular assault rifle is rely around 3,000 joules, while the recoil of the M2 heavy machine gun is five to six tis greater.
In military training, this weapon must be stabilized using a tripod or vehicle mount. Yet Zhou Qingfeng supported its terrifying power solely with his body.
The sight made all knowledgeable viewers feel that "physics had ceased to exist," with so even suspecting he was a superhuman disguised in human skin.
However, only Zhou Qingfeng knew that despite his body’s current enhancents, he couldn’t endure such recoil for long.
After three short bursts, his arm had gone numb, his skin burned with pain, his chest felt compressed, and breathing beca exceedingly difficult, as if his lungs were weighed down by a massive stone.
But three bullets were enough.
The tactical team captain was scared out of his wits, scrambling under the car, curling up like a frightened mouse, too terrified to move for a long ti.
Zhou Qingfeng coldly glanced inside the car, confird that Ellison Parker had turned into a mangled heap, and then carelessly dropped the heavy M2 heavy machine gun to the ground with a dull thud.
This deadly pursuit had co to an end.
Only the two dia helicopters continued circling high in the sky, with caras fixed on his back, recording the astonishing scene.
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The truck driver carried a box of homade smoke bombs from the cab, lit the fuses, and tossed them around like fireworks.
Quickly, dense smoke enveloped the entire hunting ground like a thick curtain. Visibility on the street plumted, swallowed by a layer of grayish-white mist.
The helicopter pilot in the sky attempted to adjust their angle to observe the ground through the smoke, but the thick smoke acted like an invisible wall, completely blocking their view.
"You were well-prepared," Zhou Qingfeng comnted coldly as he stood amidst the smoke.
The truck driver grinned, "Boss, you prepared all this yourself! Old Juan said you always over-prepare, and he’s right."
Zhou Qingfeng said nothing, turning towards his heavy-duty motorcycle, restarted it, and took the truck driver with him, swiftly disappearing into the thick smoke.
As the smoke gradually dispersed, only a few shell casings, shattered car parts, and the twisted Lincoln remained on the street.
The caras from the dia helicopters finally could see the ground, but the hunter’s figure had vanished without a trace, as if he had never been there.
The lens focused on the empty street, seemingly waiting for a miracle.
However, no miracle occurred. As police officers reappeared, the deadly chase had quietly concluded with the smoke’s dispersal.
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