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Chapter 690 - 690 690 Being Followed!

690: Chapter 690: Being Followed!

690: Chapter 690: Being Followed!

Whirr!

The BMW GT reignited.

The modified exhaust pipes burst out with a deep and powerful roar.

The snowy white headlights illuminated the way ahead, and Fang Qingya finally stopped muttering, shifting gears and accelerating onto the road.

Wu Jie silently looked out of the window, too lazy to speak with Fang Qingya.

That damn girl was just too crazy.

It had to be said, though, the place Fang Qingya had chosen was not bad.

It was away from the city and densely populated areas, somewhat similar to a nursery base.

A large plot of land was rented to grow various landscape trees, which would be transplanted and sold in the city once they were big enough.

So, the woodland was quite extensive.

After winding through quite a number of turns, Fang Qingya finally drove back onto the village’s concrete road.

It took a little while longer before they got back to the national highway.

On the way to the industrial area, Fang Qingya continued to sigh with frustration.

Failing to deal with Wu Jie seemed to leave her very depressed and regretful.

But Wu Jie soon noticed they were being followed.

It was the same Buick sedan that had been part of the roadblock at the industrial park.

Clearly, they had been tailing them all along, but just after Fang Qingya’s skilled driving took them into the village roads, they lost track of them.

In a remote wilderness area, who would dare to follow blindly?

Not only was it easy to lose them, but you could also get lost in the dark.

Thus, it was better to wait for the hare by the stump.

And here we are.

As Fang Qingya drove Wu Jie back, they quickly caught up again.

Noticing Wu Jie glance at the rearview mirror several times, Fang Qingya also took a peek.

“Ho!

It’s still that car!”

“Look at this situation, it doesn’t seem like a secretive protective tail, it’s obviously an enemy!”

“Jie, who have you pissed off?

You’re the son-in-law of the Tianyuan Tang Family, who has the guts to tail you like this?”

Wu Jie laughed, “How can you be so sure they’re not following you?”

“Nonsense!

I haven’t provoked anyone, why would they follow me?

Besides, before I met you at the gas station, this car wasn’t following me at all!”

Fang Qingya paused briefly, then suddenly laughed, “Oh, now I get it!

You’re afraid that someone was following you and would interrupt us suddenly, right?”

“Is it almost your time of the month?” Wu Jie changed the subject.

“Yes!

How did you know?” Fang Qingya was somewhat surprised, “I’ve heard Xin’er and Lin Yuan say you know how to perform acupuncture for menstrual cramps.

I have that problem too, could you do acupuncture for me in a few days?”

“I…”

Wu Jie was about to refuse, but then thought better of it.

After all, it wasn’t an unreasonable request.

Since Tang Xin and Lin Yuan had received acupuncture, it wouldn’t be right to refuse Fang Qingya.

Although he had a feeling this was mostly likely a trap, he had no choice but to agree stiffly.

“Of course, I can!

We’re all friends, aren’t we?”

Upon hearing this, Fang Qingya broke into a coy, charming laugh.

She immediately started scheming how to dupe Wu Jie.

Lost in her wild thoughts, she completely missed that the traffic light at the intersection ahead had turned red.

“Brake!”

Wu Jie suddenly yelled out loud.

Fang Qingya instinctively slammed on the brakes, screeching to a halt.

The BMW GT, fitted with high-performance brakes, came to a sudden stop.

The Buick sedan tailing them, however, was just an ordinary model and naturally couldn’t stop in time.

With a bang!

Due to the sudden braking, Wu Jie and Fang Qingya were thrust forward by inertia.

Before they could settle back into their seats, they were jolted forward again by the rear-end collision.

“Dammit, my BMW!”

Fang Qingya was, after all, a car enthusiast and a modification fanatic.

This BMW she had spent God knows how much money on to modify had been hit hard in the rear, and it was uncertain what damage had been done.

The driver of the pursuing Buick sedan also obviously realized this.

He hurriedly shifted into reverse and backed up several meters.

Then with a low hum, the Buick sedan accelerated sharply, apparently planning to flee.

This infuriated Fang Qingya, who was just about to get out of the car.

“Damn it!

They dare to run!

”

Fang Qingya’s temper flared up, and she skillfully changed gears, revving the engine as she started.

The BMW GT shot off like a fighter jet, roaring into action like a wild horse breaking free from its reins.

In less than three seconds, she caught up with the fleeing Buick sedan.

“Go to hell!”

Fang Qingya slammed on the gas, ramming directly into the rear of the Buick.

Like a bulldozer, she forcefully accelerated, pushing it toward the curve in the road.

There was a muffled bang.

The Buick, trying to veer away at an angle, was slammed into the curb, over the sidewalk, and harshly into the hillside.

And the driver was one of Xu Dongbing’s carefully selected capable men!

To save his life, the driver suddenly brandished a gun out the window and started shooting.

A gunshot rang out!

The bulletproof windscreen of the BMW GT was instantly pierced by a hole, with debris flying everywhere.

Luckily, the entire windshield did not shatter into bits.

Fang Qingya screamed in fear, having not anticipated that the opponent would have a gun.

But she didn’t, like some female drivers confronted with sudden situations, confuse the accelerator for the brake.

She quickly swung the wheel, floored the gas pedal, and with a burst of speed, she frantically broke away.

Meanwhile, the opposing driver continued to fire his gun.

Wu Jie lowered the window and casually grabbed a mineral water bottle, hurling it like a dart.

Ironically, at that moment, a scream, Fang Qingya seemed to have been shot.

There was a loud thud!

The water bottle thrown with force, like a brick, hit the Buick’s driver squarely and ruthlessly, blacking out his vision as if he had been clubbed in the head.

As he reeled backward, his grip failed, and the gun fell out of the car.

Meanwhile, in the desperately fleeing BMW GT.

Wu Jie had no time to check on the condition of the shooting driver, quickly turning his head to look at Fang Qingya.

Fang Qingya had just screamed; could she have been shot?

Upon closer inspection.

He saw multiple small wounds on her right cheek, neck, and arm, bleeding a bright crimson.

Three holes had been punched through the windshield, one of which was very close to Fang Qingya—it must have been the shattered glass from the bullet that had cut her.

“You haven’t been shot, have you?” Wu Jie yelled.

Fang Qingya shook her head repeatedly and pressed the gas pedal to the floor.

The BMW GT, like a frenzied beast, roared back to speed and surged forward to escape.

From catching up with the Buick to accelerating away, the entire process took less than five seconds.

But Fang Qingya’s modified BMW GT now had its front and rear beaten to a pulp, and with three holes leaking air in the windshield, the interior was littered with bits of glass.

As for the scene not far behind.

The Buick sedan was also heavily damaged on the rear and sides of the body.

Most importantly, the driver, who had been knocked unconscious by the water bottle thrown by Wu Jie, was covered in blood.

In the midst of shooting, he had also floored the accelerator in an attempt to escape, hoping to avoid being pushed up the slope.

And then he blacked out…

The gas pedal hadn’t even been released!

As the BMW GT sped away, the Buick, skewed from the collision, accelerated forward as well.

However, it was slanted as it rushed off the sidewalk, speeding toward the opposite side of the road.

Fortunately, at two in the morning, there were no cars on the other side, or it would have definitely caused an accident.

Still, even so.

The Buick crossed over, and with a muffled thud, it crashed onto the sidewalk on the shoulder of the road.

But it clearly failed to take flight, its front wheels one after the other falling into a drainage ditch.

The body of the car shook violently, and the forceful inertia snapped the wheels and rims, as the entire car continued to lunge forward.

It crashed into a concrete wall meant to prevent landslides, and the Buick came to a stop.

The airbags deployed with a pop, pinning the driver and the person in the passenger seat so tightly they could not move.

This time, they truly had no escape—and even death eluded them…