The helicopter whose searchlight was hit quickly rose and flew away.
The driver is still in shock!
Just now he thought that the two bullets were aimed at him.
but...
So beautiful.
boom!
After flying in the air, the Maserati made a very close contact with the ground with a thud and landed on the bridge opposite the Manhattan Bridge.
Wesley, who was in the passenger seat, was badly knocked unconscious.
Firefox had an idea and shot the man flying the helicopter to death.
but...
If they do that, it will only lead to an endless struggle with the New York Police Department.
Last year, a police officer died in the New York Police Department. As a result, all police officers in New York had their leave canceled and all areas were directly blocked. The alert was not lifted until the murderer was dragged out of the toilet.
"Damn it."
Firefox was a little irritable: "How could it suddenly become like this!"
It was clearly an extremely simple task, how could it turn out like this?
Wesley, who was covering his forehead, was suddenly stunned. He stared at the white light rising from the ground in the rearview mirror. His eyes narrowed and his face was filled with fear. "He's following me."
Firefox quickly turned its head to look.
later!
The silver Audi R8 flew across the sky like a roc spreading its wings, and with a thud, it landed straight on the bridge surface that had already turned 90 degrees, and then landed as if it were walking on flat ground.
Advanced driving, extraordinary!
"Shit!"
Firefox immediately drew his gun and fired a burst of shots at the fallen Audi R8!
but...
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Countless bullets collided with each other and fell directly in mid-air.
"What?"
"Gun-flinging technique?"
Firefox was slightly stunned, put away his gun, stepped on the accelerator, and increased the speed again: "How could he possibly use the gun-dangling technique?"
Gun-flinging has always been the Brotherhood's signature skill.
To put it bluntly, those who can swing the gun are all assassins of the Brotherhood. If you learn the skill of swinging the gun and then leave, there is only one way for you, and that is death.
Locke chuckled.
Are you shocked?
That's good!
I'm here to catch you.
boom!
Locke waved his right hand, put away the Silver Dancer again, placed his right hand on the steering wheel, then stepped on the accelerator and chased after the Maserati that had just landed and had knocked off several parts.
but...
After leaving the Manhattan Bridge, there were still many spectators.
At the very least, another police helicopter rumbled and spun its propellers, taking off from Manhattan Island and rapidly approaching this side. At the same time, the sound of alarm bells became clearer and clearer, almost ringing like a chorus.
"Suspect fled to Holland Tunnel!"
"Deploy police forces!"
"quick!"
"blockade!"
At the New York Police Department's command center, the commissioner's nose was almost crooked with anger, especially when he learned that just now, almost all the journalists in New York who had helicopters took off. He was so angry that he almost passed out.
He had just opened a five-star hotel, and his lover was waiting for him inside.
"Damn it."
The director roared, "Notify the SWAT team and have them dispatched!"
"I've been notified, but it will take time to lower the Manhattan Bridge!"
"…"
If these two cars were allowed to pass through the Holland Tunnel and reach New Jersey on the other side of the tunnel, that would be New Jersey's territory, and the New York Police Department would probably lose all its face.
boom!
boom!
On the road, a red sports car was speeding, and a silver coupe was chasing it from behind.
Like a cat chasing a mouse.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Fuck!"
"Oh."
Locke was driving with one hand and keeping the other hand outside. He seemed to hear Firefox's angry voice in his ear.
Just then.
Locke caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye, his sixth sense activated, and then he drifted in place. With a bang, a blue Raptor pickup truck passed directly by Locke who was drifting in place.
cross!
Locke sat in the driver's seat, staring at the man driving a Raptor pickup truck out in front of him. He raised his eyebrows, moved the corners of his mouth slightly, and said a name.
The cross of defection.
Not dead yet.
Locke stepped on the accelerator, ended the drift, and once again chased after the Firefox, which was two hundred meters away.
Cross turned the car around expressionlessly and got back on the road.
"Headquarters, another one has joined!"
"The license plate number is..."
"The owner of the car just called the police. A man pointed a gun at him and stole his car."
"Fuck!"
The cross was actually hiding well at home.
and.
He was already planning to contact his son and tell him, Wesley, beautiful women all lie, Firefox is not interested in you, she is interested in me, your father.
but...
Before Cross could implement his plan, he saw it on the urgent news just now. He saw the live broadcast of his stupid son jumping off the bridge with a look of horror on his face.
This is not.
The cross came over.
If Firefox got into trouble alone, Cross would not only not help, but would even try to find a way to take Firefox away, because Firefox was a bad woman who led his son astray.
His son's life used to be good.
What happened to the green dot?
If you want to live a decent life, how can you not have some green on your head?
boom!
The Raptor pickup truck has plenty of power.
With the addition of the cross, at this moment, on the streets of New York, a fiery red sports car Maserati leads the way, followed closely by a silver coupe Audi R8, and then, behind it is the blue pickup truck Raptor, which is chasing closely with its domineering performance!
"Big news."
"This will definitely be the big news on the front page of New York tomorrow!"
The journalists with helicopters were instantly excited.
The reporters in the helicopter wished they could hang themselves outside the helicopter and push their equipment even closer, wishing they could push it directly onto the three cars where the fast and furious drama was unfolding below.
Right now.
George is on his way over by car.
After George heard that the suspect jumped over the Manhattan Bridge, the first thing he thought of was the Holland Tunnel. Before the New York Police Department could react, he had already changed lanes and sped towards this side.
even.
George had already seen the three colors passing by at the end of the 800-mile street.
boom!
Locke glanced through the rearview mirror at the expressionless Cross sitting in the Raptor behind him and frowned.
MMP!
You don't dare to confront the Brotherhood head-on, but you dare to confront me?
Who gave you the courage?
Locke's car shook, he narrowed his eyes, feeling the force of the raptor's impact from behind, thinking so in his heart, he stretched out his left hand holding the gun, and then fired!
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
Silver Dancer attacked instantly, firing three shots in a burst. The first bullet hit the right rear wheel of the Maserati, followed closely by the second and the third.
moment.
Maserati's right rear wheel strikes directly!
…