The bulletproof glass of the B7 grade Lincoln was 70 millimeters thick, consisting of a five-layer structure, with each layer containing special polymers and adhesives.
It could block bullets from a 7.62MM caliber rifle without a problem.
These were all known parameters.
Song Heping obviously understood this.
However, when he sat behind this glass and watched bullets pounce toward him, striking and forming web-like bullet pits on it, he couldn't help but feel a strange sensation—would it break?! Would it penetrate?!
Perhaps it was because in Lighthouse Country there was a lot of "biubiubiu," so their bulletproof technology wasn't bad either.
The bulletproof glass really held up.
Song Heping pressed the gas pedal and madly dashed forward.
When attacked, unless you are killed,
As long as you are still breathing, the best course of action is to floor the gas pedal and escape the danger.
However, he thought this, and Mr. J's subordinates were not fools either.
They used two old, rundown cars as a roadblock across the highway.
Bang—
The lead car, driven by the chef, struck the old car lying across the road, instantly flipping it upside down and rolling it off to the roadside.
The armored car weighed a hefty 5.44 tons, with many parts internally and externally fitted with high-strength steel plates. It wasn't an exaggeration to say it was tough as nails.
In any event, the strategy was simple—ram!
At this moment, Song Heping's palms were all sweaty; dopamine was crazily releasing.
It was thrilling!
Nothing could excite someone more than this lethal, wild speeding.
It felt like driving a car through a curtain of rain, where you could hear the sound of raindrops hitting the car, but those weren't raindrops—they were life-threatening bullets.
You could see more and more web-like bullet pits forming on the glass and even sparks flying as bullets struck the hood and body of the car.
The AN/PVS-15 night vision goggles he had just scavenged from a corpse now proved to be hugely beneficial, as they allowed Song Heping to see everything around him clearly.
"They really have a lot of people!"
Seeing clearly sometimes isn't a good thing.
Because there were at least twenty armed militants around them.
Each one was holding an automatic weapon, and some even wielded machine guns, firing towards them as if bullets cost them nothing.
Angel started to cry again, and her sobs were pitiful.
At this time, Song Heping had no time to deal with her.
Escaping from here alive today would be incredibly fortunate.
Fortunately, the attackers didn't use IEDs, otherwise, even the armored car couldn't withstand it.
Could it be that the attackers didn't intend to kill them outright?
Did they want to capture them alive?
But Song Heping didn't want to be captured alive.
If possible, he would rather save the last bullet for himself.
Rather than being a tortured captive, he preferred to end it himself swiftly.
Finally, Song Heping, following the chef's car, broke out of the ambush circle.
The bullets hitting the car seemed to scatter, not as intensely as before.
Song Heping had just let out a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat beads from his forehead when he heard Grey Wolf in the back seat shouting, "Song, be careful!"
Song Heping jolted, quickly gripping the steering wheel and looking forward.
Indeed, he saw the chef's car unexpectedly come to a stop.
He quickly pressed the brakes and asked through the channel, "Why are we stopping!"
The chef quickly replied, "Something's wrong with my car! The front wheel is jammed!"
Song Heping noticed that the chef's Lincoln SUV's front left wheel was indeed jammed with a piece of wreckage from a wrecked car, probably accidentally scooped up while breaking through the roadblock.
"Cover me, I'm going to handle it!"
The door of the Lincoln SUV in front opened, and White Bear bent over as he got out of the car.
Bang bang bang—
Bang bang bang—
He hadn't even reached the front wheel when suddenly a volley of bullets hit the car body, sparking a string of sparks.
As they had just escaped the ambush circle and hadn't run far, seeing the convoy stop, the militants regrouped and began shooting at the vehicles from a distance.
"Subuleka!"