As they exited the hospital, the chase resumed.
*Brrr-at!*
"Damn it, out of bullets! I'll drive!" Leng Feng, having run out of ammunition, hurled his gun at the pursuing soldiers behind him. He then tapped on the driver's side window and shouted to Rachel, who was at the wheel.
Without waiting for a response, he opened the car door and dropped from the roof. Seeing this, Rachel reluctantly shifted her body to the side, her hands struggling to control the vehicle and prevent it from overturning.
*Bang.*
Leng Feng took the driver's seat, navigating the car while keeping an eye on their pursuers. Noticing Ling Feng still held an AK, he inquired, "How much ammo do you have left in that gun?"
"None," Ling Feng replied.
However, the truth was different. Ling Feng did have some bullets left in his backpack, though not much, just enough for one magazine. He intended to keep this last magazine as a trump card, along with the AK, for a desperate counterattack if danger arose.
"Sigh," Leng Feng slapped the steering wheel. If Ling Feng's AK still had ammunition, he could have shot out the tires of the pursuing vehicles. Now, their only option was to flee, but the complex terrain severely limited their speed.
"Watch out! Ahead!" Ling Feng yelled.
A car suddenly swerved out from the left, blocking their path. Seeing this, Leng Feng reacted swiftly, slamming on the brakes, shifting gears, and turning the steering wheel to reverse.
*Brrr-at!*
However, their blocked path allowed the mercenary vehicles behind them to catch up.
One must possess the capability before attempting to show off.
Taking the gun, Leng Feng handed the steering wheel back to Rachel. He then opened the car door and leaned out, only to spot a gas canister not far to the front left of their dune buggy.
His target instantly changed. He fired a shot at the gas canister.
"Boo-"
As time passed, Ling Feng and the others soon arrived at the Chinese-funded factory in Sandga Town.