The two men quickly exchanged positions. Ye Chuqing sat in the driver's seat, and her eyes swept around like lightning. In a few seconds, she had engraved all the situations on the road in her mind.
She slammed the gas with one foot and raised the speed to the highest at a very fast speed.
Mo Fengya had picked up the submachine gun again. He poked his head out of the window on the roof, aimed at the cars that rushed over madly, and fired continuously.
Ye Chuqing observed the situation around her while controlling the steering wheel, rushing left and right, accompanied by Mo Fengya's submachine gun shooting.
"One of their sharpshooters has been killed by us. Hurry up and kill Blank! Damn it! Why can't we hit him with so many people?"
Catherine clearly saw that the Purgatory had fallen
