Chapter 59

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Tracer bullets streaked through the night sky like meteors, but the beautiful light trails they left behind ultimately brought death.

Li Xiangdong half-knelt on the road, the butt of his gun pressed against his shoulder. In almost half a minute, he fired all the bullets in the magazine in three-round bursts.

The muzzle flashes illuminated his rugged facial features, and at this moment, An Jianing was entranced, even as bullets whizzed overhead.

In close-range combat on the battlefield, it's all about who has the stronger mental fortitude. The one with the stronger mind has the more accurate aim.

Although the bandits were reckless, their accuracy was much worse when shooting from a moving vehicle. While they had some individual combat skills, they were far from being elite.

So, despite the bullets flying everywhere, not many actually caused injuries.

Li Xiangdong was different. The moment he knelt on one knee and raised his gun, his mind had already calmed down. The car was fast, and the gunman leaning out of the window was crazy, but it didn't make him afraid.

As the gunshots rang out, the first to fall was the bandit leaning out of the car, his head exploding in a cloud of blood, and his body slumping out of the window, the 56 assault rifle falling to the ground.

The guy in the back of the next car, who was spraying bullets, tried to pull back when he saw the situation, but he was only halfway in when Li Xiangdong hit him, blowing off half his head.

Li Xiangdong then turned his gun and aimed directly at the driver's side window of the jeep.

The leading Mitsubishi SUV, seeing the gunman in the back seat killed, went berserk. It turned around and sped directly at Li Xiangdong, clearly intending to run him over.

If it were anyone else, they would have been terrified by the madly charging car, but Li Xiangdong remained kneeling, unmoving. He turned his gun and fired a short burst, the three-round burst shattering the driver's side window, and a streak of blood immediately splattered on the glass.

Then he turned the gun and aimed at the Mitsubishi's front left tire, and with another short burst, the tire burst.

The Mitsubishi, which had been charging straight, swerved uncontrollably like a drunk driver, finally crashing into a piece of debris and flipping over, flying past Li Xiangdong and landing hard in a drainage ditch about ten meters away.

Despite the疯狂的场景，Li Xiangdong remained unmoved, still focused on the following Pajero.

Seeing the fate of the leading Pajero, the driver of this Pajero was terrified and didn't dare to charge forward. Instead, he turned the steering wheel and fled.

Scared by the previous scene, the car was in a panic, even leaving the good road and driving into the drainage ditch below.

Fortunately, the Pajero's off-road performance was strong, and the car managed to climb out of the ditch, breaking two noise-reducing trees and charging into the fields by the roadside.

At this moment, the sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance, and the main police reinforcements had finally arrived.

However, the leading SUV was still fleeing madly. If they waited for the reinforcements, the car would likely be long gone.

Li Xiangdong, of course, was not willing to let it go. He rushed down the embankment with his gun. His 56 assault rifle was out of bullets, but Wei Zhonghang handed him another one, which had been seized from the bandits.

At this point, only the two of them had the energy to pursue. The other police officers were all lying on the ground, having exhausted their last bit of strength in the final firefight with the bandits.

After all, these five police officers were not special forces, not major case team members, not battle-hardened drug enforcement officers like Wei Zhonghang, and not freaks like Li Xiangdong. They were ordinary community police officers in the area, and the number of times they had fired their guns in their lives could be counted on one hand. Today, they had shown considerable courage in standing up to the bandits.

Considering that An Jianing and Hu Ying would be inconvenient to follow, Wei Zhonghang arranged for two female students to stay behind and take care of the injured and exhausted police officers. He then picked up another 56 assault rifle and followed Li Xiangdong in pursuit.

In the fields near the national highway, most of the land was planted with rice, and the rice plants were over a meter tall, but many had been knocked down by the fleeing SUV.

Although the driver was in a car, the rice fields were extremely muddy, so the speed was not very fast. Li Xiangdong and Wei Zhonghang soon saw the car moving slowly through the rice fields, heading towards a cornfield.

Li Xiangdong estimated the distance to be about 300 meters, which was within the effective range of the 56 assault rifle. If shot well, the effective range could reach 400 meters.

He adopted a forward combat stance, kneeling on one knee, and the butt of his gun was already pressed against his shoulder, his combat posture very neat and efficient.

The SUV, 300 meters away, was a difficult target to spot in the stormy night, but for him, with his eagle-like vision, this was not a problem.

The car was moving at least 40 kilometers per hour. For an ordinary shooter, hitting such a fast-moving target in such conditions with this gun would be almost impossible.

But for Li Xiangdong, this was not an exaggeration.

The fleeing SUV had become an enlarged image on his retina. He took a deep breath, held it, and then—

His finger pulled the trigger, and the tracer bullet, like a streak of lightning, struck the rear tire of the fleeing SUV.

The car lurched and then plunged into a ditch ahead, coming to a stop.

Wei Zhonghang, panting, arrived beside Li Xiangdong. When he saw the overturned car, he looked at Li Xiangdong as if he had seen a ghost.

How did this kid train his shooting skills?