Gunfire and explosions echoed on the highway.
The armored vehicle swayed left and right, diving in and out of the roadsides, using the smoke and natural terrain variations to dodge the shots. The two red taillights dragged out afterimages, almost reaching the perimeter of the ring road.
At that point, the ECPD would inevitably get involved.
The flying craft hovered at an angle behind the armored vehicle, the high temperatures from the vector engines continuously distorting the air. The automatic cannon was reloaded, and bullets once again formed two bright yellow dotted lines, attempting to lock onto it.
Da-da-da.
The armored vehicle's trunk lid was already riddled with holes along the way, and in the instant the gunfire lines crossed again, a gap was torn open.
Simon darted out, setting the Hercules on the glowing red gap.
"F*cking hell! B*tch! Suck my xx!"
