🚗💥 Car Chase Scene – Berlin Omega Escape

 

🚗💥 Car Chase Scene – Berlin Omega Escape

🌆 Setting:

Berlin Ring Road, 04:30 AM
Post-raid extraction, Omega’s surviving mercenaries pursue Salty’s team through industrial estates and highways.

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🛞 Scene Start

The team’s armoured Audi Q7 roared onto the rain-slick autobahn, wipers screeching as Sarah reloaded her MP7 in the passenger seat. Salty floored the accelerator, weaving between abandoned lorries and flashing hazard lights.

Behind them, three black Omega G-Wagons closed in, headlights blazing.

“Funji, take the rear!” Salty barked.

Funji rolled down the window, raising his suppressed G36C. Calmly, he fired a precise three-round burst, shattering the lead G-Wagon’s driver side window and exploding the driver’s skull in a mist of blood and brain.

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🪓 Ye Olde Large Lad’s Humour

In the backseat, Ye Olde Large Lad strapped his sledgehammer across his chest and loaded an M249 belt.

“Can we stop for a breakfast roll after this? I’m bleedin’ starving.”

Sarah laughed despite the chaos. “Priorities, Paddy!”

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✈️ WhizzAir’s Drone Strike

WhizzAir launched a micro drone out the side window. It swooped back towards the chasing G-Wagon, magnetising to its grille before detonating in a brilliant fireball that sent flaming debris raining across the autobahn.

“Ya can’t buy entertainment like this lads!” he cackled.

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💋 Aishling’s Sexy Firepower

Aishling leaned out her window, cleavage straining against her tactical harness as she fired her twin Glocks into the third G-Wagon’s tyres. The SUV fishtailed wildly before slamming sideways into the central barrier, flipping over itself in a shower of sparks and shredded metal.

“Nice shooting, Ash,” Sarah called back.

Aishling winked, flicking her golden hair behind her. “Anything for you, love.”

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🔫 Omega’s Desperation

Ahead, two Omega SUVs blocked the autobahn under a flickering overpass. Funji grabbed the wheel, wrenching the Q7 sideways into a flawless Tokyo drift. Salty threw the driver’s door open mid-drift, spraying the blockade with his H&K .45.

Bullets tore into the Omega men, two falling as their blood misted in the headlights.

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🪓 Ye Olde Large Lad’s Rampage

As they slowed near the blockade wreckage, Ye Olde Large Lad leapt from the moving Audi, landing on an Omega SUV roof with a thunderous crunch. He ripped the gunner out, smashed his head off the bonnet, and bellowed:

“STAY SAFE EVERYONE! THE CHOPPER’S WAITIN’!”

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🚁 Extraction

Overhead, their Eurocopter thundered into view, searchlight slicing through the misty dawn. Sarah kissed Salty fiercely before grabbing the rappel rope.

“Let’s go home, boss.”

Funji covered their exit, dropping the last Omega commando with a silent headshot. WhizzAir fired his final drone backwards as he ascended, exploding the remaining SUV in a bloom of orange fire.

Ye Olde Large Lad lumbered up the rope last, blood-soaked and grinning.

“Pints on me, lads. If the bar’s still standin’ after this shite!”