American variety show: Sniper Elite

Chapter 41 Escape
The glass door behind Beta suddenly shattered, and a burly man lunged out, his iron-like arms clamping tightly around Beta's waist.

The two crashed heavily to the ground, their helmets hitting the marble floor with a sickening thud. Luckily, it was a Kevlar helmet, otherwise Beta's head would have been smashed open.

The attacker struggled to reach for his gun, but Beta was faster.

He lay flat on the ground, raised his hand, and fired a shot that precisely pierced the other man's left chest. The bodyguard groaned, but still held him down tightly. Beta immediately twisted his legs, coiling them around the man's neck like a python, while continuing to fire towards the pool.

Through the swaying figures and splashing water, he saw Iosev, naked from the waist down, climbing the escalator with his hands and feet.

Beta gritted his teeth, turned his gun around, and with a "bang," shot the bodyguard who was entangled with him, then emptied the magazine at the figure fleeing in a disheveled state.

With a click of the empty magazine, bullets left only a few holes in the tempered glass handrail. Iosev's white buttocks flashed around the corner and disappeared into the upper passage.

Beta rolled and kicked the corpse aside, using the momentum to slip behind a Roman column. He quickly discarded the empty magazine of his Glock 17, pulled a new magazine from his waist belt, inserted it into the grip, and completed the reload with a click.

Three precise rapid-fire shots took down the bodyguard charging at the front: the first shot pierced his heart, the second ripped open his skull, and the third pierced his spine after he fell to the ground.

The second bodyguard's .45 caliber bullet slammed heavily into Beta's bulletproof plate. With a dull thud as the ceramic insert shattered, Beta leaned back to absorb the impact, and the instant his back hit the ground, he launched three counterattacks. Two 9mm Parabellum bullets penetrated his abdominal cavity, and the third shot pierced his skull through his mouth.

Beta rolled to the side, flipped onto another support column, and Glock slid into his quick-draw holster.

He removed the empty magazine from the rifle with one hand, flipped the magazine assembly over, and found that the spare magazine was already secured to the empty magazine with a side latch. With a "click" of metal engaging, 30 rounds of 5.56mm ammunition were reloaded, the entire reloading process taking less than two seconds.

Beta turned sideways and fired a single shot, killing the last bodyguard at the end of the corridor.

He quickly turned his gun around and aimed at the battle on the second floor through the glass railing. The distinctive "bang bang" sound of the silenced rifle rang out continuously as the 5.56mm bullets easily penetrated the multi-layered reinforced glass, taking down the three bodyguards who were surrounding John one after another.

John seized the opportunity to pick up the fallen pistol, flicked open the empty magazine with his thumb, and the new magazine clicked into place in his grip.

"Go after Iosef!" he shouted downstairs, his voice ringing out clearly in the building where the gunfire had subsided.

Beta understood, and after dealing with yet another bodyguard who lunged at John, he immediately turned and rushed towards the equipment room. In the narrow maintenance passageway, the soles of his shoes made a rapid "thump-thump" sound on the metal mesh floor.

Every second counts now. Their BMW is parked in the back alley, and to catch that naked bastard running away, they must gain the vehicle advantage.

Beta burst out of the bathroom, stepping over pools of blood, and slammed his shoulder through the back door, the metal frame creaking and deforming under the force of the impact.

He rushed toward the silent BMW in the alley, opened the car door, and instantly flung the obstructing Kevlar helmet onto the back seat.

The engine roared to life, the rear wheels scraping against the asphalt, leaving two trails of blue smoke. The BMW darted out of the alley, executing a beautiful drift arc at the first intersection, the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the pavement startling the entire street.

Even as the car was still slightly skidding due to inertia, Beta could already see the chaotic scene at the club's main entrance. Wrapped in a bath towel, Iosev looked like a startled chicken, scrambling and crawling into the back seat of a silver-white Mercedes.

The two cars were now in pursuit on the main road. The BMW's V8 engine roared fiercely, the tachometer needle nearing the redline, and the distance between them and the Mercedes was closing at a visible speed. Iosef, in the back seat, turned his head in horror and, through the rear window of the Mercedes, saw the black BMW rapidly approaching like a deadly ghost.

"Fuck you, speed up!" he hysterically pounded on the back of the driver's seat, his voice distorted.

The bodyguard in the Mercedes slammed on the gas, the tires screeching violently on the asphalt, emitting a piercing screech and a puff of blue smoke. The powerful acceleration slammed Iosev hard into his leather seat, and the distance between the two cars began to gradually increase.

Beta floored the accelerator. The BMW's front end slammed into the Mercedes' rear with a dull thud, accompanied by the groaning of twisting metal. The Mercedes swayed from side to side like a startled beast, its hazard lights flashing rapidly, but it quickly regained its footing and continued its frantic escape.

Two luxury cars were chasing each other on a neon-lit street, their speedometers already exceeding the speed limit.

The silver Mercedes, like a raging shark, violently squeezed past two taxis parked side by side. With a loud crack, the side mirrors shattered, and the doors were dented and deformed from the impact.

The BMW followed closely behind, its engine roaring and tearing through the night wind. The taxi driver on the right had just opened his door to get out and check when the BMW sped past, slicing the door off at the hilt.

The driver froze in the driver's seat, his face pale, watching the twisted car door flip in the air before crashing to the ground. The two speeding luxury cars had long since disappeared at the end of the street, leaving only the screeching sound of tires echoing between the buildings.

Iosef pulled out his bodyguard's pistol from the back seat, rested his knees on the leather seat, and leaned half his body out of the car window.

With trembling hands, he pulled the trigger, and the bullet whistled through the windshield of the BMW, leaving a spiderweb-like crack in the glass.

Beta suddenly ducked to avoid it, while simultaneously slamming the accelerator to the floor.

The front of the BMW slammed into the rear of the Mercedes like a hammer blow. The two high-speed luxury cars immediately lost control. Under the huge impact, the Mercedes' tires screeched and it spun 180 degrees like a top before crashing its rear end into the front of a Toyota parked on the side of the road with a loud bang.

The BMW swerved sharply to avoid the obstacle, but due to inertia, it lost control and fishtailed, ultimately crashing diagonally into a vehicle in the oncoming lane. The airbags deployed with a bang, and Beta was thrown off balance by the shockwave.

He shook his dizzy head and saw through the broken car window that the Mercedes was emitting a dying roar. Its rear suspension had been thrown high during the impact and was now slowly returning to its original position, with black smoke billowing from its exhaust pipe.

Beta decisively drew his pistol and shot the obstructing airbag, then pressed the start button heavily. But the engine only emitted a few weak coughs, and the dashboard flashed red warning lights. The severe impact to the front compartment had damaged the engine, rendering the BMW completely unusable.

The rear wheels of the silver Mercedes spun wildly on the asphalt road, the rubber rubbing violently against the road surface and sending up plumes of white smoke.

With a loud clang of metal colliding, the twisted and deformed rear suspension finally broke free from the front of the Toyota and crashed heavily to the ground. The engine let out a dying roar, and the battered luxury car limped off again, fleeing in the direction it had come from.

　- In response to a reader's comment, the reason for not using stills or real photos as character images is that I did not want to define the image of a particular character.

　　-Everyone has their own idea of ​​what a character looks like. The author only needs to provide a general description of the appearance, a rough image, and should not add unnecessary details or tell the reader what a character looks like.

　　-I'm just an author; the readers are the bosses. I should leave the space for imagination to the readers, the bosses.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)