"God damn it!"
Haji cursed as he felt his motorcycle wobble while entering the industrial site of the city. The roads here never dried up, and because of that, they had become slippery and slimy.
But that wasn't the problem.
The problem was the two new vehicles that emerged somewhere during the chase. Each vehicle drove on either side of him, taking different streets and routes, only to eventually regroup behind him.
"Fuck." Another curse rolled off his tongue as he refocused on the road.
A few gunshots echoed through the air, hitting the ground he had already passed. Some struck the buildings or anything in the vicinity, but none hit Haji. That came as no surprise, because Haji knew exactly what these guys were doing.
They weren't trying to kill him.
What they were trying to do was force him off his path and make him take more turns. Wasting his time gave them a better chance than killing him outright.
