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!"
White Bear let out a cry of agony.
A ricochet bullet hit him right in the buttocks, causing so much pain that he nearly knelt on the ground.
Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and although the pain was severe, it didn't take his life.
Song Heping immediately spun the steering wheel and floored the gas pedal, blocking the road with the Lincoln Bullet-Proof Vehicle to provide White Bear with cover and then jumped out of the car himself after opening the door.
"White Bear, move faster!"
Having said that, he pulled open the rear door and shouted into the car, "Grey Wolf, get the VIP out and find cover!"
"Okay!"
Grey Wolf, unapologetic, grabbed Angel by the legs and pulled her out like dragging a pig from a slaughterhouse.
Of course, Angel couldn't help but let out a round of screams and kicked her legs.
Grey Wolf cursed, "Keep thrashing and I'll knock you out with my gunstock!"
Angel then behaved.
White Bear went to remove the debris stuck in the front wheel, while Song Heping and Grey Wolf each took a position at the front and back of the car, continually shooting at the incoming enemies.
Grey Wolf noticed that Song Heping was really accurate with his gunfire.
He was basically taking down one person with each burst of fire.
In the blink of an eye, he had already brought down three people.
As a former paratrooper of Da Mao, Grey Wolf could not show weakness. He picked up an M4A1 assault rifle he had found on a body earlier and began to target the encroaching enemies as well.
Both men were now competitively comparing scores, just like two players on a playing field, exchanging shots and quietly counting how many they'd taken down.
In less than a minute, both had their take—Song Heping had killed 5, and Grey Wolf 4. Song Heping was actually slightly ahead!
While caught up in the heat of battle, Grey Wolf screamed in alarm.
"Watch out for their heavy machine guns!!"
About a hundred meters away, two pickup trucks approached, with people standing in the beds.
In front of each was mounted a heavy machine gun, and although it was hard to make out the model from the silhouette, it was definitely a heavy machine gun with a 12.7MM caliber.
"Fuck!"
Song Heping instantly broke into a cold sweat.
Bang, bang, bang—
The heavy machine gun began spewing lethal tongues of flame.
Caliber is justice!
The firepower of the heavy machine gun was indeed terrifying, with the large caliber bullets loudly striking the car body.
Song Heping quickly ducked behind a tire, while bits of the car chipped off by the bullets fell overhead.
"White Bear, are you done yet?!"
"Almost, almost! Just hang in a bit longer!"
"Hang in my ass! If we don't run now, we'll all die!"
Though a B7 level Bullet-Proof Vehicle can resist 12.7 caliber bullets.
It doesn't mean that this vehicle can withstand continuous attacks by large caliber bullets.
Facing the enemy, one side of the windows glazed over instantly, a level of damage that was absolutely on a different scale from the previous rifle attacks.
Soon, a window near the rear of the vehicle couldn't withstand the intense barrage and with a crisp "crack," it completely fell out.
This caused Song Heping, who was hiding at the rear, to break into a cold sweat.
Given the extent of the damage, he was soon going to be chillingly pierced through by a 12.7 caliber heavy machine gun.
"White Bear, did you fucking skip breakfast?! Don't you have any strength left? You're even pushing 300 kilograms, for fuck's sake!"
Song Heping suddenly realized that in desperate times, people tend to activate a wild swearing mode.
Because the nastier the curse words, the more it seemed to lessen the pressure inside.
At least, that was certainly true for him.
Grey Wolf was cursing, too.
Queen and Cook got out of the car, attempting to support Song Heping.
But it was useless.
A heavy machine gun is a heavy machine gun, especially two firing simultaneously... that firepower...
Exhilaratingly painful!
Simply couldn't raise their heads...
Couldn't lift their heads up at all...
The glass windows on one side of Song Heping's Lincoln were quickly rendered useless, and the body of the car showed large and alarming bullet holes...
The outer layer of the vehicle was penetrated, it was just a matter of time before the special steel plates inside the door and body would give way.
Once even the sandwiched steel plates were penetrated, then they might as well just accept their fate.
"Mom, Dad, protect us!"
Song Heping didn't pray to gods, he was just praying to the spirits of his parents in heaven to protect him, so he wouldn't die here tonight.