Yan still patiently answered her, emphasizing each word:
"Yan - Jiang."
Tera angrily climbed on top of him, sat on his lap, and said:
"Husband, why do you keep lying to your wife?"
Yan Jiang forcefully pushed her away, backed away, his voice was full of anger:
"If you don't sit still, then I will let you go down and walk on foot yourself."
He was not in the habit of being intimate with a girl right in his car. In particular, when he sitting in the car could also be assassinated. So even in normal times, when sitting in the car, he must be highly alert. If he wanted to do anything, he would do it after coming back to his home.
Because of his push, Tera threw her whole body back, she instinctively grabbed his collar. So both of them leaned forward.
"Bang"
Suddenly, the car window where Yan was sitting nearby was shattered, a tiny bullet pierced right where he was sitting before. Coincidentally and fortunately, due to being hauled by Tera, he leaned on her body, and the whole body fell forward, avoiding the bullet.
PSS SP-4 ammunition, special ammunition size 7.62x42 mm. That was considered as a "Silent Killer" because that gun can prevented noise, smoke, and sparks from escaping the barrel.
Immediately, Yan Jiang's whole body fell into a state of tension.
"Hui, speed up."
That shot can only be fired within a distance of 25m, proving that while he was distracted, someone was driving next to his car looking for an assassination opportunity.
The broken glass of the car made Tera much more awake and alert. Although she was still very uncomfortable, she knew something had just happened. Yan supported her head, hugged her, lay her down on the floor of the car, and whispered:
"Tera, stay still."
After that, he quickly climbed from the back seat of the car to the front row, changing position with Hui who was driving. Moments later, Hui took the passenger seat, and Yan took the main driver's seat.
Hui quickly fastened his seat belt.
A PKL moto accelerated, going on par with the Porsche. Yan smiled half-heartedly, excitedly looking outside.
A moment before, the bullet hit Porsche's rear soft seat, missed the target Yan Jiang. But then, the black barrel had moved from the back seat to the driver's seat, a distance from a glass door aimed directly at the driver's temple, Yan Jiang.
"Bang" again!
The driver's side window shattered, Yan reacted in time to lean slightly, two bullets grazed his left cheek in quick succession, impaling in the passenger seat that Hui was sitting in, one just grazed a few inches from his temple, one grazed his hair.
Hui opened his eyes in horror, sweat ran down his forehead to his chin, and he stammered: "Boss..."
Yan grinned, and loudly said to the guy that had just missed:
“The distance is not more than 20m, missed two times, took three bullets. As an assassin with such a low level, you should die soon."
During that time, one Yan's hand reached down to the small drawer near the steering wheel, pulled out a handgun, turned the steering wheel with the other hand, and quietly stuck the gun through the broken glass of the car, pulled the trigger. No sound, all happened in a blink of an eye, the outsider could not do anything, there was a bullet on his stomach, a bullet in his chest, another bullet grazed his right eye, both human and motor fell on the road.
A spark from the Porsche passenger seat shot out towards the PKL, the PKL's fuel tank was very large and easily ignited.
Porsche was driving straight ahead, without any warning but turned a corner into an empty road. In the dark, the black Porsche blended into the night, the speed was so fast that it passed a person, who was shocked by a strong wind, turned to look but saw nothing. He mumbled:
"Looks like I just met a ghost."
After that, he became more and more panicked when he saw that at the beginning of the empty corner, there was a loud bang, a big fire rose. When he ran to the place, he only saw a burnt black PKL car, and no one was found.
"That's terrible, it seems that when I went out today, I forgot to look at the zodiac calendar. Just before, a ghost car passed over me, now it's a black burning ghost PKL. I'd better go to a psychiatrist!”
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“Boss… Looks like Ms. Tera… has passed out.”
"Pass out?"
The car was so quiet that even Tera's steady breathing could be heard. Hui looked at the back seats but did not see Tera. The fact that she was still lying on the floor of the car, hidden under the seats.
Poor Ms. Tera! She must have hit her head until she lost consciousness.
Yan Jiang braked the car, a deafening sound resounded because of the friction between the wheels and the road surface. He got off the car, went around to the back seat, sat in, and said to Hui:
"You keep driving."
Hui: "Yes, sir."
Yan bent down to the floor of the car and softly called: "Tera?"
Tera closed her eyes and didn't answer, as if she was truly unconscious, but her eyelashes were still blinking, accusing her of just pretending to be asleep. Yan recognized that little trick of hers and smiled.
He stopped calling her, sat up straight, and said to Hui:
"Stop here!"
Hui did not quite understand, but still stopped. That place was already a suburb, the street at midnight was quite deserted.